I jump!

I jump!

I jump, jump, jump!

I'm so distressed that I can't jump over. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

No matter how you look at it, it's just a small hurdle, and it's not as high as a calf, but you can't jump over it anyway.

Again.

I jump!

I jump!

I jump, jump, jump!

Poof, the whole person fell again. Moreover, the left half of the butt touched the ground first.

"How many times, or hundreds, thousands?"

In the dark, Zhen Fan rubbed his eyes and thought silently in his heart.

has long been used to it, and even Zhen Fan himself can't remember when he started to have this same dream. So much so that he no longer regarded this dream as an illusion that did not exist.

Imagine repeating it every night for nearly a year—the same scene, the same jump, the same failed fall, and the same good reason to want to jump. No one will ever treat it as an empty dream anymore.

"Why do you have to jump over?"

But once I woke up, I completely forgot the reasons in my dream, and I only remembered that I couldn't jump after jumping countless times, and I always woke up in pain after being fallen.

Yes, it is true that it is waking up in pain.

For example, now, Zhen Fan touched the left half of his buttocks, which landed first when he fell in his dream, and still felt a faint pain.

Knowing that he couldn't sleep anymore, Zhen Fan simply turned on the light and sat up, pulled his shoes, and walked around the room for two steps in only a vest and shorts, then sat down at the computer desk and turned on the computer.

As usual, I read the news first, and of course, the most annoying and most wanted to see is the news of the Japanese people in the island country who have been making more and more noise recently.

According to the "North Korean News", less than a week after the launch of the Japanese country, a scientific satellite worth $300 million suddenly lost control, and communication with the ground was completely cut off. ……。 ”

Although it's not good news, as long as it can make the people who keep shouting all day long worry about their hearts for a while, Zhen Fan still likes it in his heart.

So, he muttered:

"Look at the gossip of the heroes?"

I clicked on the message board under this news, and at a glance, there was really something.

It's just that when he saw that the guy with the online name "Fan Fan is really annoying", Zhen Fan's mood suddenly became bad. It's not that this guy has to choose a name similar to his online name "Fan Fan is really annoying", but because this guy always likes to go against himself.

"According to reliable sources, the loss of contact with the Japanese scientific satellite is related to the laser weapons that our country has recently made great progress."

Zhen Fan immediately replied.

"."

What Zhen Fan didn't expect was that the "Fan Fan is really annoying" guy was still online in the middle of the night.

"Whose egg are you going to rip off?"

It's still an old routine, Zhen Fan won't follow his path if he says anything. Just typed a few words, and then quickly deleted them. Having been dealing with the virtual network for so long, Zhen Fan knows that this "Fan Fan is really annoying" idea has always been clear, and he can always come up with some unexpected answers, so Zhen Fan, who doesn't want to find himself boring, simply flashes.

Quickly browsed and found that there was no news worth paying attention to, and the whole body was lazily nestled in the chair, Zhen Fan involuntarily returned to his dream.

Every time he woke up, the same dream always reminded Zhen Fan of the scene of migrating fish during the breeding season staged on TV. In order to return to the place of birth and reproduce offspring, he is not afraid of hardships and goes upstream. Sometimes, in order to cross a small waterfall in the river, I don't know how many times I have to jump, and I will never stop until I reach my goal.

"I wouldn't have been a fish in my previous life, would I?"

It's just that the hurdle that Zhen Fan couldn't get over in his dream was not in the water, and it wasn't on land. So far, Zhen Fan doesn't know where he is in the dream and where the hurdle is.

Also, Zhen Fan is not like those rays who jump with all their might. Because every time I wake up from a dream and think about it, what remains in my memory is a feeling that I have nowhere to do it, or I can't do it. Besides, the fish is in a hurry to go back to reproduce, Zhen Fan doesn't even have a girlfriend so far, and the purpose is obviously different.

Shaking his head vigorously, Zhen Fan decided to play a game. As soon as I opened the game interface, I heard three crisp knocks of "bang, bang, bang".

In this silent night before dawn, it was as if it was directly knocked on Zhen Fan's chest.

"It's not dawn yet, who's knocking on the door? Besides, it's been less than two months since I graduated, and there are no more than three people who know that I can rent this one-bedroom apartment. ”

Thinking of this, Zhen Fan, who had already walked to the door, suddenly withdrew his hand that wanted to open the door, and asked first through the door.

"Who?"

"It's me."

Well, why does it sound so strange?

"Who are you?"

"I am me."

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Zhen Fan simply turned around and walked back.

Strangely, the man outside the door did not continue to knock, but heard a sound of footsteps coming downstairs.

"What the hell, someone came to play a prank at this time."

Zhen Fan, who muttered in his mouth and didn't think much about it, sat down, just reached out and put it on the mouse, and suddenly realized - was that person a man or a woman just now? Why is the sound so neutral? Also, I only heard the sound of going downstairs, why didn't I hear the sound of going upstairs beforehand?

"Your mother."

Zhen Fanteng stood up and hurriedly ran to the kitchen, looking downstairs through the window. In the dim street lights of the community, there was no figure to be seen. Zhen Fan didn't believe that there was really a ghost, not to mention that he clearly heard the sound of going downstairs just now. What's more, it is said that ghosts don't dare to come out when they are over, but now it's more than three o'clock, and according to the earthly branch time, it should be the first moment of the hour.

"No, you must ask the landlord after dawn, and say that the security of this community is the best in the neighborhood, bullshit."

It's false to say that he is not empty, Zhen Fan has no interest in playing games anymore. Reached out and grabbed the mobile phone that was still plugged in with the charger, flipped out the "old cat" in the address book, and pressed the launch button casually.

"I once loved but broke up, why can't we stay together in love, why? ……。 ”

It wasn't until an old-fashioned song that Zhen Fan searched once, as if it was almost the end of the song in the eighties of the last century, that he finally heard the dreamy voice of the old cat.

"Hey, which bastard who doesn't care about four or six sincerely stirs up Lao Tzu's good dreams?"

"Bastard, I'm your dad."

"Dad, Dad, is there anything wrong with calling so late?"

The old cat's voice not only immediately became sober, but also a little frightened and a little apprehensive. Immediately, I heard the click of the bedside light switch.

Zhen Fan didn't want to be scolded, so he quickly hung up the phone and set it to silent mode. Moreover, he deliberately buckled the phone screen face down on the desk.

So, the mood was very good.

Zhen Fan didn't know when he developed this habit, if he was in a bad mood, as long as he found someone to play a prank, the situation would change immediately. Of course, there is no one more person who can endure his own pranks one after another, that is, the three people who know that they have rented this apartment.

"I don't want to spend money to fix the display light on your mobile phone screen, I always like to answer the phone with my eyes closed when I call you when I sleep, and I scold people when I ask you to speak. Hmph, hum, hum. ”

happily playing games until six o'clock, Zhen Fan decisively got off the machine, put on a sportswear, opened the door, and deliberately observed, and did not find anything abnormal, then he pedaled to the central square of the community, installed on the field of sports lottery fitness equipment, and began the daily thunder "six plus one", that is, "six hundred and a set of small frame exercises" every day.

100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 pull-ups, 100 frog jumps, 100 50-meter round-trip runs, 100 horse step punches.

The so-called small frame gong refers to one of the basic skills of Nanquan that Zhen Fan has practiced since childhood.

After all was done, it was exactly seven o'clock, and I quickly returned to the third floor and rushed into the room. After a quick shower and a hasty freshening up, he changed into a formal suit, nothing more than an orange T-shirt, beige slacks, and a pair of mesh casual shoes. Picking up the computer desk, a bag containing ID cards, graduation certificates, resumes, and a brief introduction to Junhao Group, and of course, a mobile phone, had been prepared last night, humming a little song, and walking briskly downstairs. I came to the fast food restaurant next to the entrance of the community and had a simple breakfast, and got on the No. 5 bus on time at 7:45.

Almost two months after graduation, Zhen Fan, who had not been looking for a job, decided not to ask his family for money anymore. So in the past two days, I searched on the Internet for a while, and finally found two employers that are more suitable for me. One of them is a large private enterprise located in the south of the city, 11 stops away from the community where Zhen Fan lives, called "Junhao Group".

Yesterday's phone appointment was made at 10 o'clock this morning for an interview, so Zhen Fan didn't dare to slack off.