The blue waters envelop the clouds with the most beautiful sunlight. That's what I think is the most beautiful place.

When did it start? I don't remember exactly. Anyway, I've been here. I'm familiar with every inch of the water, even though it's flowing.

When the night falls, the sun has nowhere to pamper, like a beautiful pearl that has been worn away from its brilliance. I slowly closed my eyes.

A young man walked ahead of me, his back thin and handsome. I followed him curiously and cautiously, speculating about his identity. I've seen pictures of my father when he was younger, and this back, a bit like him. I mustered up the courage to follow, but found that I couldn't.

"Wait a minute!"

In desperation, I tried to catch the other person. I found that I couldn't hear myself at all.

I was stunned. I'm supposed to be dreaming.

I am also a dream person, and the other person should hear my voice. I shouted a few more times. The man still didn't look back, and gradually, he stepped into a white light. I stopped and looked around in astonishment. Not only in front of me, but also around me, above my head and under my feet, all covered with glittering walls of light.

The lights grew brighter and sharper, and I was forced to close my eyes.

I felt like a balloon with a broken string. I floated in the polar night, my body stuffed with a dry sponge.

The sky is always dark, no different from a bottomless trench.

Is this also a dream? I closed my eyes violently, and then opened them again, not moving. I shouted, but I still couldn't hear myself.

Where will I go?

In the dreak, I still see hope, because I see Vara. It swayed gently in the distance like a fat and wide carp streamer, getting closer and closer, and it floated in front of me.

Even though they all look the same, I'm sure it's my dolphin Vara.

Vara's spiky fish snouts were closed together, looking unhappy.

I stretched out my arms to wrap my arms around it, but it passed through my body in a very cold and longitudinal way, and my surroundings became chaotic, its fan-like tail completely disrupting my human form.

How heavy is this dream?! I'm going to wake up! I'm going to wake up! I'm running out of breath! I screamed. It is said that the ultimate expression of fear is anger. It seems that I was frightened by my own subconscious.

As a result, the long and strange dream still went back and forth for a long time. My voice is dry like a deep well that has not seen a drop of water in a hundred years. I finally woke myself up, and before I woke up, I was still bound by fishing nets in despair, those rough but dense hair-like synthetic fibers that had been twisted into several strands repeatedly, they were tough and cruel.

"Huh," I let out a sigh of relief. That's a high ceiling!

I slept straight, like a corpse about to be buried in a coffin. I think it's all thanks to those fishing nets, the body in the dream is tied and strong, and the body in reality is flat enough to perform chest crushing boulders.

Why is this ceiling so high?

My right hand gently scratched out the quilt and gradually touched it up, but I didn't expect to touch what I wanted to touch, the square bedside table that was only an Ipad distance from the pillow. I bought two of these low bedside tables, and the other one was placed at the head of Paige's bed. I stroked the collar of my shirt and reached for the buttons on the placket, which were neatly buttoned in rows. My calves are folded together and I can feel the friction between my skin. My heart was stirring. I hurriedly sat up and looked around warily, and everything went my way, and I didn't expect to discover my own location. Fortunately, my vision gradually adapted to the darkness, and the strange room gradually became empty. I quickly climbed out of bed and threw myself at a door.

A man's cloakroom. That's what Paige used to describe to me, he always wished he could have a fancy cloakroom, and those hangers were even rotating and voice-activated to record only his voice, so that he could show me what he called "the moment to witness the miracle". Paige even put these on his wish list. He's still really naïve.

This cloakroom is really very decorative. That sudden bright light provoked a nasty white light like a night car. I had to stand under the "high beams" and cover my eyes to soothe my poor retina. Those shirts, pants, and blazers are all flat like lakes on snow-capped mountains. I thought of Paige again, and his clothes, every single one, were scratch paper that he had rubbed with rough hands and then thrown to the ground.

Am I still dreaming? I slapped myself lightly on the cheek. I looked at myself in the mirror, and there was a mirror here?!

His hair was unkempt like seaweed hanging from a fishing net, and he had a face that was both stunned and stupid.

White shirt, big white legs.

Big white legs are the point!

I looked at the mirror and twisted my thighs hard.

"Oops! It hurts me to death!! ”

I hear my own voice! "We... Together.. Learn to meow cats ~ together.. Meow.. Meow~Meow~Meow~Meow~"

I even made a gesture when I was humming in the mirror, and I clenched my fists with both hands and swung twice on either side of my cheeks.

Paige was right, I was a bit of a two-o'clock.

No matter what exactly happened in the first half of the story, now, the field of costumes must be saved first.

A few seconds after I emerged from the cloakroom, the lights went out, and at the same time, another door opened for me in the dark room. A tall figure stood by the door, silent.

"You're awake." The other party's voice seemed to come from a place where there was water in the desert.

Sedation! Calm down! Methodical! Equanimity! I was thinking in my heart, but my mind kept circulating, who was he? Where am I? Where's my clothes?! What the hell is going on?! These short, straightforward questions are like spinning tops wrapped in small colored lights.

It's a hundred times cooler than the spinning top of Little Plum in Inception.

The man walked in softly, walking like a cat. He walked over to the bed and turned on the bedside lamp, which was in a modest shape.

The lights are dim.

Strange and beautiful faces are particularly attractive to the opposite sex.

The man sat down silently, he lay down flat, stretched his waist, he turned over, one hand on his head, lying reclining, the V-neck T-shirt on his body was torn into a hook shape. He was like a cheetah crouching in the grass, his expression was flat, and he jumped with a pair of bright and deep eyes, quiet and restless.

I noticed that his pinna was special and attractive.

Quiet as he is, restless as me.

I noticed a mass of quilt behind him, which I had casually lifted aside when I got up.

I'm a little embarrassed.

The man was calm, staring at me like a fool. This also made me quickly shake off the "quilt baggage".

"Who are you?" I'll be the first to ask.

He laughed a little, like a fool.

"Who are you?!" I repeated one side more.

"Jing Chengjun."

A small train slowly passed by my mind, and each carriage had a small flag with the words "Jing Chengjun" written on it.

Haven't heard of it. I don't know.

"Lin Weier."

"Huh?" I answered like a fool.

The man looked at me and laughed. I was so angry with his attitude. "How do you know my name?"

He sat up, then he stood up, and he walked over to me. I instinctively took a few steps back. He stopped, and so did I.

I have a Wednesday off. There are no shifts. I didn't stay in bed and insisted on running in the morning. I deliberately woke up Paig, who was so angry that he stayed on the couch after waking up. Ordered takeout at noon. Paig didn't get enough sleep and refused to go to the supermarket with me for coffee, but was still refused.

I drove alone to the large supermarket within three kilometers of each other.

Afterwards...... I can't remember!?

The man, Jing Chengjun, told me that I was rear-ended with his car on a narrow downhill road on Long Mountain in Zhongya Bay. I hit his car.

These were all things that I was told afterwards, after I was "harmonized" by reality.

"You flipped through my stuff."

I subconsciously touched the men's athletic shorts I was wearing. I haven't held myself accountable for why I'm lying in bed half-naked!?

It's sulking!

"It's over." I was very reasonable, "Can you tell me why I'm dressed like this?!" I looked warily at the man in front of me named Jing Chengjun.

"Yes. But eat first. I am hungry. As he spoke, he turned around and walked straight out.

"Wait! Where are you going?! "I was very angry and a little anxious, and I raised my voice unnaturally.

"Is there anything else?" He turned around and stood where he was.

All the yarn problems in my head were twisted into a rope at this time, and it wrapped around the ball of thread, turning into a cannon, and all the brains were sprayed out, like corn cannons. I actually wanted the ball to roll quietly to the opponent's feet.

"This is my home. You hit my car. You were wounded, and your clothes were covered with blood, so I took them off for you. All the clothes were thrown away. ”

I was shocked by his flat tone, is he a potato*? Bomb me again before I can arm myself?!

I looked down at myself, touching here, looking there, and finally touching the back of my head. I was unscathed. When I came to my senses, the man almost burst out laughing.

I don't want to stay with this paranoid dead pervert!

I walked awesomely, stroking around the man. I don't know if he turned back, at least he didn't follow.

Outside the room, the lights hung high, but unfortunately there were no angels to show me the way. I walked briskly down the spiraling staircase. I was barefoot, did he throw away my shoes? What the hell did he do to me?! What street is this big house on? Can I get out of this house and get a taxi right away? What time is it? My memories were literally eaten by dogs. All of the above mental activities were not prioritized, and the ball of thought became bigger and bigger, so I began to complain about my chaotic thinking patterns again.

Sick of it!

Strange things happen on the earth every day, and the earth itself is not responsible, it turns its way, and those strange things still need to be solved by you yourself. For example, a door that cannot be opened.

"Don't look at it. Without my fingerprints and password, you can't get out. ”

The man finally followed. I stood in front of the door, angry and reasonable, and finally reason prevailed. I turned around and saw the * in the distance, with a tepid expression.

"You haven't done anything to me, have you?" I asked cautiously.