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Two years ago in July 2017.

Zhou Dao was washing his face. It's 10 a.m., his parents have gone to work, and he just got up and is not in a hurry. In the afternoon, he has to go to the customer's company to talk, the other party has been changing, he has to figure out the customer's intentions, is he just thinking about his plan? He debuted for a few years, and he is no longer a tender hair.

Zhou Dao is 27 years old this year, and he works in an advertising company, mainly engaged in copywriting and planning. The salary is average, but the time is more flexible, in short, he is not very enthusiastic about this job, mainly annoyed. Nowadays, advertisements don't need to be creative, just copy it, especially for video media, you only need to find a familiar traffic, preferably a handsome man and a beautiful woman, and read it out loud. The image is good, the attitude is sincere, it is good to say or sing, it is good to pretend to be crazy and stupid, in short, just show your face. It doesn't work three times to recite it once, it doesn't work to do it five times three times, and it is enough to sow it repeatedly and forcibly wash it. What is the idea of creativity, humor and connotation? What doesn't exist, that's superfluous. Sadly, almost all of the media advertisements you can see are like this, and the bad money is driving out the good money. In addition, this job requires frequent socializing, drinking and eating, not counting overtime, but also taking up a lot of his spare time. He's really unhappy, and he's not going to do it, who would be bad for that stutter? Especially to please those who are boring, he began to feel that the work was a waste of his life.

He is now a lonely man, and he wants to find a widow, but he can only live with his parents at present, although this is nothing, even very good, but after all, it is not a long way. "Maybe it's time to think about changing jobs or living another life?" Zhou Dao thought. He dipped a little water on his face and scraped it with a razor. It's a young, thin face, and one can even say it's a little delicate.

Zhou Dao shaved his beardless chin and stared at the face in the mirror. His movements slowed down, and then he leaned forward, his head pressed against the mirror to look closely...

He stared at the eyes in the mirror, they were eyeballs! Eyes are moving! The self in the mirror is looking at himself weirdly? He turned his head slowly, keeping his eyes on Zhou Dao! There is a subtle light in the pupils, shaking and flickering! The movements in and out of the mirror are inconsistent! "Ahh Zhou Dao roared, pulled out his legs and ran! He felt a spin as if there was a change in his feet. The room was shaking, and he felt the space distort! There are "mosaics"! Yes, it's like a mosaic on a TV screen, it's even denser! And suddenly it was filled with everything he could see. "Earthquake, it's an earthquake..." He didn't have time to think about it, "Hallucinations? Then he fell, off the ground, or at least he thought it was the feeling, that the house had not collapsed.

It only took two seconds for Zhou Dao to wake up.

His back hurt so much that he hit the ground first and then broke his back, falling defenselessly from a height of about a meter. The house did not collapse, no ruins fell on him, in fact there was no building here? It's just a forest, vast and verdant, with no end in sight, and a dazed person.

For two days, Zhou Dao staggered through the dense forest, and he was walking down the mountain along the stream. The stream was discovered yesterday, but in many places it is impossible to cross and requires a long detour. He carefully turned on his phone, double-checked that there wasn't even a single signal, and then turned it off again.

He felt weak, maybe he had died the day before yesterday, this was another world, an inexplicable place.

It's been two days, this shouldn't be an illusion, how can there be such a real and long hallucination? The forest he was in was so pristine, some of the vegetation he had never seen and could not imagine, but it was so clear. What's going on? Am I dead? Or is it crazy? Or is it in a dream? What about my parents? Where is this? It's all questions. If it weren't for the fact that he was still alive, he really didn't want to be tormented by this real dream all the time, and he shook his head violently, trying to get rid of the unsolved questions that were haunting his mind again.

By the third day, he was no longer recklessly stuffing all the plants he thought he could eat or the insects he could catch, and his hunger instinct was even greater than his desire to survive. Fortunately, there was no shortage of water along the stream, and he finally reached the side of the mountain, the end of the stream. A waterfall hangs in front of you, from where it joins a larger river, and in the distance is a vast expanse of farmland dotted with houses.