A room where two people sit facing each other.

"Tell me about how you've been doing." The man's voice was slightly muffled.

The woman groaned for a moment and said lightly: "It's still that dream, close your eyes as if you're there." It's hard, but I can't wake up. ”

The man lowered his head and scribbled quickly in a well-covered notepad.

"Have you tried other ways to ease your sleep?" Is it possible that this is due to nervous tension? The man asked pertinently.

The woman shook her head silently: "I tried. But it didn't work. ”

The man looked at her: "I remember you said that there was a big fire when you were a child. How old were you then? ”

The woman was silent for a moment: "5 years old." ”

The man pushed his glasses: "Do you still remember that time?" ”

The woman raised her eyes to look at the man and shook her head: "I don't remember what happened at that time." ”

The man lowered his head and wrote, and when he looked up again, he had a warm smile on his face: "You write novels?" How do you usually conceive it? ”

The woman took a shallow sip of the warm water on the table: "What is written has nothing to do with the dream. ”

The man smiled: "I used to think about writing novels too. But there is always no way to make a successful submission. ”

The woman also smiled: "Most of the content I wrote is Xianxia suspense." I've never written about what happened in my dreams. ”

The man nodded: "Although it is also possible that it is due to the fact that you use your brain too much on weekdays to cause this situation." It is said that there are thoughts and dreams every day. That's where we can start. ”

The woman shook her head: "That dream is too realistic, I have tried to cut myself in a dream, and it will bleed but it will not hurt." That's when I realized that I was still in a dream. ”

The man was silent and recorded the contents of Fang Cai, glancing at the watch on his wrist without a trace. smiled faintly: "Miss Chonghua, today's time has come." Let's go back to that at the same time next week. ”

Chonghua raised his head, looked at Lu Ningyuan who was sitting opposite her with amber eyes, and smiled indifferently: "Okay, Doctor Lu." ”

Walking out the door, it didn't seem quite comfortable with the bright daylight outside. Chonghua raised a hand to cover his eyes and frowned slightly.

He lowered his head and lit himself a cigarette. Kicking the tip of his shoe, he walked towards the bus stop.

"I'm Chonghua, it's the summer of 2014, and since junior high school, I've dreamed of a quaint little building every day, and I live there. There were maids around calling me Second Miss, but I knew that it was just a dream. I never felt like the dream was so real until I realized that I couldn't wake up. So I cut my wrist with a piece of porcelain in my dream, and the blood that came out was warm, but I didn't feel any pain. I know, it was just a dream. So much for. ”

Backbite...... Recording jumps. Lu Ningyuan relaxed his body and leaned over to the chair. Chonghua's health check-up couldn't be cleaner. Never used drugs, and never overindulged despite a slight record of alcohol and smoking. SOHO people make a living from web pages and magazine contributions, and don't have boyfriends. There is a cat called Moonlit Night.

From a professional point of view, this can be regarded as a symptom of paranoia, but it is not excluded that it is caused by the subtle depression caused by years of lack of contact with people.

Closing the notebook, Lu Ningyuan poured himself a cup of coffee, and looked at the mottled shadows of the trees outside the window with half-squinted eyes. Do people really be stuck in their dreams?

Freud's view was that dreams were nothing more than trying to satisfy the subconscious that he could not get in reality. As the old saying goes, there are thoughts and dreams at night. But Chonghua's situation is a little different from these. The trauma experienced at a young age did not become a nightmare, and the daily content of writing did not continue in the dream. It's just that I repeatedly dream that I live in a small building. She is called the second lady by the people around her.

Lu Ningyuan lit a cigarette for himself, interesting, if it wasn't really impossible to explain with science, it was Chonghua playing him.

People who write novels always feel like they're seeing the world through a unique lens. In their hearts, a psychiatrist like Lu Ningyuan takes pleasure in analyzing others and analyzing others, thinking that he can see through a qiē neurosis.

Spit out a puff of cigarette, Lu Ningyuan smiled slightly. It's a good challenge.

Chonghua's daily life is extremely simple, getting up at noon every day to make himself a cup of coffee, a piece of bread with a banana or orange. Feed the cat.

She goes out for a walk after breakfast, and the supermarket is her favorite place to go. Pick up a ton of new flavors of snacks. There will definitely be yogurt and carbonated drinks in the fridge. They all buy the largest 2.5L bottle, or canned bottle. Once a week, we source fresh ingredients and cook our own meals. Sometimes I will study and make some new Western food according to the recipe. The most you can do is beef stew and braised pork in red wine. It can be placed in the refrigerator for a long time, and when you are hungry, scoop a little out and heat it out to serve with rice.

Start writing in the evening. Writer-in-residence for three websites, with occasional columns for travel and food magazines. The days went by like this. There is no novelty and no waves.

Chonghua enjoyed sleeping. She made the bed extremely comfortable, the soft silk quilt, and the sheets and quilts were all cotton. Lying in it is like lying in the clouds.

To be honest, Chonghua did not reject such a thing as dreaming from the heart. It's just that the powerlessness of not being able to do anything in her dreams makes her uncomfortable.

Late at night, falling asleep.

It's still the same little building. Chonghua sat in front of the mirror and let people wait to comb their hair. The maid who combs her hair is a finch that has followed her since she was a child. While carefully smoothing Chonghua's hair, he whispered.

"The day before yesterday, the eldest lady also specially instructed Zhang's mother to send a bottle of excellent osmanthus oil. said that the sesame oil used by the second lady to comb her hair on weekdays is not good, although the family is not rich and expensive, but a bottle of osmanthus oil is still made. Let the second lady know how to dress up, and she can't lose face for our house. ”

Chonghua just didn't say a word, and quietly let her comb it. The girl in the mirror has a fair-skinned face. Looking at it, you know that she is only fourteen or fifteen years old, but her face does not have the vitality that a girl should have. A black mole in the corner of the eye is like a little ink on a delicate canvas. The tips of the eyes are slightly upturned, and if you smile, you must have infinite style. But Chonghua remembered that in her dreams, she never smiled.

"Second Miss, take out the newly added beads and wear them. Today is a good day for the eldest lady to get married. You've got to have a smile. ”

Laugh? The eldest lady is married, what does it matter if she smiles or not?

Getting up and dressing, Chonghua felt that his feet were soft. Man has opened his eyes.

The number on the alarm clock, 8 a.m. sharp. Chonghua frowned and tucked his long black hair behind him. Today is the day to see Dr. Lu again.

With a sigh, he took a cigarette from the bedside and lit it and took a deep breath. Slowly spit it out.

The eldest lady in the dream is finally about to get married.

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