"What year is it?"

"The twenty-first year of the Republic of China, that is, 1932 AD."

"Then I'm forty-two years old," said a middle-aged man with a melancholy expression, "and I've spent forty-two years in pain, and I've had little time left, and I've made so many wrong choices that I've become a wasted person who doesn't do anything." ”

Dr. Chen wrote down every word of his life, looking at the scars on his wrists and neck, and he deduced that this person was ruthlessly oppressed by reality, which caused extreme remorse for his unenterprising behavior in the past, and developed a strong sense of self-denial, and for a long time, he suffered from serious mental illness and attempted suicide many times.

"If I had a chance, I would have to go back to the young twenty-one years old, it was 1911, and I was still a young master in the General's Mansion......"

Dr. Chan has already had a preliminary plan in mind, he said: "Although you can't turn back time, the story can repeat itself, would you like to give it a try?" ”

"What do you mean?"

"Enter the dream, go back to the time you miss the most, grasp the time, solve the unsolved mysteries, realize the unrealized ideals, make the right choice, and take the right path!" "So that you can untie the knots in your heart, and then you will wake up, and you will face the reality and accept it gladly, and then you will be free from the pain." ”

"Is that okay?"

"Absolutely!" Chen Yan's eyes were like torches, staring at him tightly, and asked, "Are you ready?" ”

He nodded in disbelief.

In the little dark room, on the sickbed, in a dream.

"Where are you?" Dr. Chan asked.

"I don't know where." Zhuang Sheng looked around in horror, "The huge storm is carrying the yellow sand in the sky, I am in the middle of the storm, but I am not swept up by the storm, ah! My eyes! ”

"Close your eyes! Don't let the yellow sand blind you! Chen Yan asked, writing down everything he described in his notebook.

"How can you see when you close your eyes?" Zhuang Sheng wondered, and after a moment he said tremblingly, "I saw a mighty funeral procession stretching for miles, marching in the sandstorm—"

"What? What do you see? All the doctor heard was his muttered mutter.

A group of hundreds of people dressed in plain white clothes were slowly advancing, and the sound of mourning and music shook the earth, and they ...... They are not people, they are pale, they are not angry, they are dead, they are all dead, dead people ......"

The storm grew louder and frantically from the east, the yellow sand dancing in the air obscured the blazing sun, the sky gradually darkened, the funeral brigade was submerged, the mourning music disappeared, and was completely covered by the sound of the whirring storm. The southeast star is strange, a red star is in the center of the stars, flickering bright and dark, but it is getting bigger and bigger in the shape of a "shuttle", from which suddenly shoots out a scarlet light until the earth, then the yellow sand gradually disperses.

"What are you talking about? Calm down! The doctor helped Zhuang Sheng up from the recliner, only to hear him shouting and screaming, but did not listen to a word, and saw that he looked frightened, and his pulse was weak, and he did not dare to go deeper, so he told him to open his eyes.

Zhuang Sheng opened his eyes, the yellow sand suddenly invaded his eyes, he felt a sharp pain, and couldn't help screaming, and Fang woke up.

"Looking at you, I'm afraid it won't be a sweet dream." Chen Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands.

"No, but I've forgotten." Zhuang Sheng stood up slightly, Chen Yan handed him two pieces of paper, Zhuang Sheng wiped his sweat and said, "Come back tomorrow, I'm tired and hungry." ”

"Okay." Chen Yan looked at the scar on Zhuang Sheng's wrist and asked, "You won't do stupid things again, will you?" ”

"No, you still owe me a dream." Zhuang Sheng said indifferently.

Chen Yan smiled.

The student and assistant Ono sent him out the door, but after a while, it was getting late, and Chen Yan and Ono went home together. Ono's parents died in a warlord riot in his early years, and he had no relatives in Beiping, because he was studious and diligent, Chen Yan kept him by his side to study and work.