I tried to hold my breath, but as if something was breaking my mouth, I couldn't close my mouth, my nose couldn't breathe, I could only drink the river water one by one, I was very uncomfortable, and I kept fluttering in the water, and suddenly I heard an old voice.

"Silly boy, silly boy, wake up!"

I struggled, and gradually came to my senses, and I wanted to rub my eyes, and after thinking about it, I had no eyes anymore.

"Stinky boy, I thought you were going to die."

The voice of the old man was beside him, and he was still breaking my mouth, and one hand seemed to be pinching my nose. I shook my head before he remembered to withdraw his hand.

"Why are you pinching my nose, I thought I was going to drown."

The old man patted me on the shoulder and scolded me angrily: "You are embarrassed to say, you are in some kind of evil, you don't sleep well in the middle of the night, the ghost cries wolf, I didn't expect you to drink too much and be so virtuous, the wine is not good, no!" ”

The old man said that he had just been about to go to bed, when he heard me yelling and barking, and that he thought I was in danger, so he came to see me, and as a result, I was alone on the bed, and my mouth was still spitting out.

When the old man came to see me, he found that my nose was no longer breathing, only my mouth could breathe, but my mouth kept spitting water out, so it was strange that I was not suffocated to death.

So, the old man came up with a good solution, since I can't breathe through my nose, then he can only give me artificial respiration.

I quickly took a step back and covered my mouth: "Huh...... You don't really give me mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration, do you?! ”

The old man's tone was full of excitement, as if he leaned over to me and asked me if I disliked him.

I licked my lips, and remembered that this was not kissed by the old man, and I felt nauseous, and I couldn't hide it anyway, so I simply nodded and said, "My lips haven't even been kissed by a little girl, you, you, you, you...... Damn......"

The old man laughed at me and said that he had taken advantage of it this time. After a while, seeing that I had been immersed in the grief of being taken advantage of, he told the truth.

The old man said that before he could give me artificial respiration, I woke up on my own, and if I knew this, he should have let the dog do it for me!

I stretched out my hand and wanted to hit him, but I was afraid that I would be blind, so I couldn't calculate the distance, it was neither light nor heavy, so I raised my hand halfway and took it back.

The old man came down to the point and asked me if I had dreamed of something.

When I first woke up, I was still a little uncomfortable, but let the old man make a fuss, and I had forgotten most of my dreams! I screamed, and quickly began to think about it, but there was only one thought left in my mind, I stretched out my hand and grabbed the old man's arm accurately, and I said, "I just dreamed of the third master!" ”

The old man didn't seem surprised at all, he shook his arm, and said, "I know." ”

I was about to be surprised, but he said again, because he had placed the third master's spiritual seat in my room.

To be precise, I slept in my own room tonight, but the room where the third master's tablet was placed, and he secretly changed my room while I was drunk.

"I originally thought that the third child had been gone for so long, and you became like this again, he must have something to say to you, how can you have to ask for it, who knows, this old thing wants to take you away!"

The old man's tone of voice was very heavy, as if he was really a little angry with the third master.

However, let the old man remind me like this, I really remembered that in the dream of the third master this time, it seems that he really intends to tell me something!

The advantage of not having eyes is that even if you don't have to deliberately close your eyes, you can imagine a lot of things, for example, the forest that the third master passed by just now.

I told the old man all the dreams I could remember, and the old man sat on the edge of the bed, patting his thighs incessantly, and I could imagine that he must be an old man with gray hair and beard, and at this moment, dressed in coarse linen clothes, was casually cross-legged, tilting his head to think about what I said.

"You mean, when the third child was young, he carried a small burden, went up the mountain, climbed a cave, and jumped into a river...... There are still things in the river, and the third child can still breathe in the water......"

The old man repeated my words slowly, and just when I thought the old man must know something, he suddenly leaned over and touched my forehead with his hand.

"I don't have a fever, why are you so confused?"

I knocked his hand off and tried to curse. Lao Tzu's dream is so painful, and in the end you tell me that I have a fever? You might as well just say that I drank too much and drank myself!

However, Lao Tzu is very awake now, and I don't think my dream is an illusion at all, because the feeling of drowning is really too real, and I still feel that my throat is very uncomfortable, as if it is congested.

The old man did not speak, but grabbed me by the neck, very lightly, brought me to his eyes, pinched my chin, forced me to open my mouth, and soon a cold thing was placed on my tongue by him.

"Well, there's something wrong."

After the old man finished speaking, he stood up and said that you were sleeping here, I will take you back to the room, the third child is too anxious, no.

I didn't understand what he said, but I obediently got out of bed and followed him, and this time, instead of helping me, he let me stumble alone, and followed him back to the room.

As soon as I entered the door, I couldn't hold back a little, this old man, he obviously didn't believe me at the beginning, so why did he suddenly believe it?

The old man poured me a glass of water, I held it in my hand, and was about to put it in my mouth, when I suddenly remembered the feeling of being choked by water in my dream, and I felt sick to my stomach, and groped for it and put it on the table.

"I thought you had drunk too much and spit out all the wine you drank in, but just now, I checked, and you didn't spit out the wine. It's ......"

The old man's tone suddenly became serious, and I was a little nervous, as if I was listening to a doctor announce that I was terminally ill.

I clenched my fists, listened to the old man's long pause, and couldn't help it: "What is it, you say it quickly!" ”

The old man tapped his finger on the table, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and said, "I have just seen it, it is not wine, if I am not mistaken, it should be river water." ”