When Shen Zhenghui woke up from his dream, he thought that he was lying in the hospital, and that the roads in the Grassland Autonomous Region were sometimes a little bad, sometimes so good that drivers could run as much as they wanted, and fully enjoy the fun of driving in the vast expanse of the road. ⊙But in Shen Zhenghui's memory, the place where the accident happened was not in freedom, that day, he finished filming the day's scenes, and after checking the filming scene, he took the car back to the hotel to rest, he was the last to go, the previous actor had already left in the car, and the assistant director and crew who accompanied him to check the set were resting on the set that day. So in the end, Shen Zhenghui took the car back to the hotel alone, and then on the way, they were accidentally hit by an off-road vehicle driving crookedly from the opposite road.

After Shen Zhenghui opened his eyes, he lay on the bed for a long time before recalling the scene when he had an accident, but since he remembered it, he breathed a sigh of relief, which proved that there was no such thing as bloody things such as his own amnesia. At the same time, the more realistic issues he considered also bothered him, because the filming of "The Magic Apprentice" was actually coming to an end, and Shen Zhenghui was worried about how to face his parents' forced marriage when the film was really completed. Forget it, anyway, men always have to get married and have children, and the more critical issue is how to grasp the balance between several women, which is a difficult problem. Shen Zhenghui didn't want to leave the matter completely to Fukuda Mitsumi, although he felt that Fukuda Mitsumi might handle it well, but for himself, it meant some kind of loss of control.

Fukuda Mitsumi himself has never been a docile member of the harem, and even he is more active than Shen Zhenghui himself, Shen Zhenghui feels that sometimes things are the other way around, not that he has built a harem that accommodates Fukuda Mitsumi, but that he just thinks that Fukuda Mitsumi's big harem. Accommodated his own small harem.

He shook his head, pushing out of his mind the absurdity of his momentary fill, and he looked left and right to see the layout of the hospital, which seemed to be a single room, because there were no other beds in sight. This is good. But the surrounding equipment and decoration didn't seem to be high-end, which made him a little puzzled, and then he was a little relieved, maybe because the medical conditions in the grassland autonomous region could not keep up, but after continuing to find a large number of people just lying on the bed, there was no monitoring electrocardiogram or anything, no respirator, no standard equipment for car accident patients at all, and even a hanging bottle was not hung.

Shen Zhenghui couldn't believe it. He touched his body, and it seemed that there was no pain, fracture, or other injury, which made him a little puzzled, "Could it be that I was lucky enough to be so good that the whole car accident didn't hurt me?" ”

In addition, it is surprising that there is no nurse in the ward, after all, in terms of his identity and status, even if there is no assistant director guarding the bedside. There should also be a beautiful nurse sister lying on her bedside, expecting to wake up from her coma at any time. Your relatives, friends, and colleagues should be in the hallway in groups. To say that they woke up too early, they haven't come yet. That's not right, then I should have seen the doctor as soon as I woke up. So Shen Zhenghui thought of another possibility: he woke up too late and everyone left.

"So how long have I been unconscious?" He was a little confused, "A year or two?" "If I had been in a coma for so long, I would have no strength in my body." It's right to have symptoms like muscle atrophy. He touched his cheek and then his limbs, and his muscles were full of elasticity.

In short, Shen Zhenghui found that the situation he was in was quite wrong.

He tried to roll out of bed and put on the slippers next to the bed. In the room he found the bell to greet the officer on duty, but he did not ring it. After searching the room and finding no time-keeping equipment, he walked to the door, took a deep breath, and tried to unscrew the door of the ward.

Locked! Shen Zhenghui was taken aback, and in a hurry, he slammed the door hard and shouted, "Is there anyone?" ”

No one reacted for a short time.

The lights were on inside the room, and the small high windows were dark outside, apparently it was night. Shen Zhenghui didn't know what situation he was in, he walked back to the bedside, stared at the button to greet the officer on duty for a while, and finally pressed it.

The sound of electronic music came from the hallway outside, followed by the footsteps of several people.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man in a white coat, wearing a mask and glasses walked in, followed by two people dressed like security guards, who were yawning.

"Number 79, what's the matter?" The guy looked rather impatient, "If you can't sleep, you can count the sheep, or do you want a tube of sedatives?" ”

With such a painting style, if Shen Zhenghui hadn't been stupid, he would definitely know that he was not in an ordinary hospital, "Can I ask, what time is it today?" ”

"The 14th," the other party was a little impatient, "so I hate Sunday duty the most." What else? By the way, wasn't that the one who knocked on the door just now? It's already evening, quieter. ”

"What year? Which month? Shen Zhenghui hurriedly asked again, "Where is my mobile phone?" I'm going to call. ”

"Hahaha," the other laughed, "cell phone? You have to call tomorrow and communicate with your attending doctor, and with his permission, you can call under his supervision, so that you don't have to call 110 or something. He shook his head as he spoke, "Okay, it's sick again, I'd better prepare a sedative, and if he goes crazy later, I'll inject him directly." He said as he walked out the door.

Shen Zhenghui hurriedly followed a few steps, and the two security guards behind him showed vigilant expressions and took out their sticks, "Stand still and don't move." ”

"Hey, you haven't sued me yet!" Shen Zhenghui continued to shout.

"On June 14, 2015," said the other party, he also looked at his watch, "It's already 11:10 p.m., and if you can't sleep, I'll really give you a shot." He walked out with two security guards, and they were locked up.

Shen Zhenghui looked at the simple layout of the room again after the door was closed, and it seemed that the possibility of self-harm was greatly avoided.

"June 14, 2015?" Shen Zhenghui was stimulated by this answer, and he re-explored in the hospital room. Trying to find a little bit of information about his current identity, he actually found a paper notebook. When I opened the notebook, the handwriting inside was so familiar, and so was the content.

The story begins: "As far as I'm concerned, nothing excites and excites me more than being tied up in an ambulance on a college campus by a bunch of able-bodied doctors and security guards and taken to a psychiatric hospital." It's like a fun game or a show that makes me want to laugh out loud......"

The writing is still young, but the more Shen Zhenghui reads it, the more he can detect some kind of absurdity in it, and in the end, he is almost in the mood to read it word by word, but quickly reviews a few key places, and goes directly to the end of the story recorded in the notebook, which is a complete imitation of Wang Xiaobo and Marques, starting with an absurd story. Ending with an absurd ending, the whole story is Kafka's again, just not as deep as he is. Judging from many details and complaints, it is still an interesting read.

But it was such a notebook that made Shen Zhenghui fall into deep thought. The state he is in now is no more superior than that of the protagonist in the novel, and all he knows so far is that this is probably a mental hospital, time. If the doctor on duty hadn't lied, maybe it was June 14, 2015. This is the situation he really felt, which made him feel more and more the absurdity of reality. At least, the last time he had a normal consciousness was in June 2007, and he forgot about it on the 14th. Time suddenly spanned 8 years, he thought. No matter how much the world has changed in the past eight years, it is impossible for him to fall into the current situation, so what may happen may be beyond his expectations: either this is a conspiracy against himself, and Shen Zhenghui doesn't even guess that this is a tricky show; Or, they crossed over again. But looking at the familiar stories recorded in this notebook, he had a bad association - did I travel to myself in a parallel space? And I'm a mentally ill person in this world?

He revisited the novel, trying to sketch out some of the key phrases he had found in the novel, and he even found a pencil, but he didn't. In such an unfamiliar environment, it would be imprudent to make any record that could be observed by others. Shen Zhenghui implemented this principle and memorized the main points he thought of in his mind.

"The Legend of My White Snake" is a literary work, which Shen Zhenghui has written twice. The first time I wrote it was when I was in high school, according to Gongsun Yonghao, it was the period when I regarded creation as a creative talent, he had just accepted the influence of writers such as Wang Xiaobo and Marques, and was fascinated by the setting of nonsense storytelling as a neurotic person in the form and the absurdity of the story from the content, so there was such a novel, but at that time, Shen Zhenghui himself did not become as rich in thought and talent because of the large amount of reading, at that time "My White Snake Biography" The first draft of the book is like a clumsy imitation of the master's form, and the content is nothing but the conjecture of a teenager who lacks love and the love of fantasy. This version, we can call it version one.

Version 2 is Shen Zhenghui's masterpiece during his study at Pingjing University, Shen Zhenghui at that time, although his talent has not been qualitatively improved, but his vision and experience as a traverser are enough to despise the pride of the university, he was probably out of vanity, can not erase the requirements of others, or he himself wants to exercise his writing ability, he re-wrote "My White Snake Biography", at this time, his level is no longer in the formal imitation stage, the theme has been greatly deepened, Just like Wang Xiaobo's book "Bronze Age", it is nominally an absurd story of ancient times, but in fact it is a satire and mockery of reality, and this mockery is also self-mockery from the perspective of the protagonist, so it is more humorous than mean. This edition is well-structured and well-storyd, not a masterpiece, but at least worth reading, enough to fool the vast majority of uninformed young people and those who read for pleasure. But its fault is the same as version one, version one is loose and verbose because the theme is not clear enough, its fault is that it is verbose because the author thinks too much, and in short, it is a work that requires patience. But patience is obviously not a necessity for the Chinese, so although this work has been well received by a small circle, the fame has not spread.

The story that Shen Zhenghui is seeing now, after his own identification, is confirmed to be version 2.

At the same time, the problem also arises. Why version two?

Shen Zhenghui's thinking is like this: if Shen Zhenghui's memories before the car accident are all false, that is to say, if his memories after crossing are all false, or if his crossing itself is a false experience, then the story he saw should be the first version. But the memory is so real that Shen Zhenghui's resistance to his experience of crossing is a dream of his own, so the appearance of version 2 means that Shen Zhenghui is crossing again on the basis of crossing, not to mention whether such difficulty and coincidence can be realized - Shen Zhenghui is instinctively inclined to deny. So the question arises, what is the current situation? Comparing one's own memory with reality, there is always one side that is illusory, wrong, or fake, so is it memory or reality?

Shen Zhenghui lay on the bed, thinking about it all night, thinking about every word he said when he saw his attending doctor tomorrow. Until the sun came in through the high window. There was the sound of dense footsteps and voices in the hallway. Shen Zhenghui's heart tightened, and the reality would be unfolded in front of him, to see if he could recognize its reality and illusion.

At this time, the footsteps stopped outside Shen Zhenghui's door, and then the sound of the door opening. Shen Zhenghui felt that he was starting to get nervous, but this didn't seem to be a bad thing, he felt that even if it was Jett Lee and Jack Cheng who walked in now, he was confident that he would take both of them down. But before that, first of all, calm down. (To be continued.)

ps: I highly recommend "Beasts are not as good as crossing women", I am worried that if I have to write this sentence after the article, I will not be able to post it on time.

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