That place that feels like a dream, there's always a weird child.

He bounced and spun in the incomparably real street scene, a scene that hadn't changed much in 19 years, so An Yiran could remember it clearly.

The little boy jumped from street to street and shop to shop so excitedly, looking at everything around him with an eye that was always curious. An Yiran also looked at him with curious eyes, because in this dream world, everything is static, only himself and this child are not affected by the rules.

The fallen leaves falling from the branches are still in the air about 50 centimeters above the ground, the gesture of the roadside stall uncle is stagnant in the action of stir-frying the squid, and the iron plate squid is stretched out in an almost bewitching posture.

An Yiran was so curious, following behind the child, not fast or slow to maintain a distance, after passing through many familiar intersections, the child who seemed to have never felt An Yiran's existence stopped, he turned his head, staring directly at the person behind him.

This may also be the first time An Yiran has seriously looked at this child from the front, seeing that this person is about five or six years old, his hair is slightly curly and covered on his little head, he has a round face that is not significantly different from children of the same age, round eyes, and his eyes are very clear, the small plaid shirt is carefully tied in his jeans, and he is also carefully matched with a black leather belt, although it seems that his body is not old enough to need a belt, he must have been carefully taken care of by a particular mother.

When An Yiran thought of this, the little boy had already taken a step towards him, and the clover shell-headed children's shoes made a sound on the cement road, it seems that every boy did not care about shoes so much when he was a child. He stopped when he walked a meter in front of An Yiran, raised his head and continued to look at the adult in front of him.

"Big brother, who are you, what are you doing here?" he spoke, and in this world without any noise, the slightly immature children's voices spread.

An Yiran was slightly stunned when he heard this question, he was obviously confused by the latter question, he really didn't know where he was or how he got here, all his actions were just instinctive, so he wanted to introduce himself instinctively, but after he read his name, he didn't hear any sound.

He hurriedly touched his vocal cords, he could feel the vibration, but he still didn't hear the sound, he was thinking in his heart that I was suddenly deaf or something, but then the little boy giggled, his laughter was crisp and beautiful, there was a kind of beauty that could make An Yiran feel comfortable.

"You can't talk here, big brother. You can't tell. ”

After hearing these words, An Yiran felt that the scene in his vision began to distort, and the street began to intertwine with the surrounding houses, like twisted twists, except that the little boy in front of him remained the same.

But in the next second, the boy also began to slowly move into the distance with the twisted street, and he began to tell whether the scenery in front of him was moving away or he was retreating, and he subconsciously closed his eyes before entering the pure darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, An Yiran opened his eyes again.

Light poured in through the gaps in the blinds, and the fine dots of light evenly divided the room into many small pieces, An Yiran lifted the quilt and moved his body upwards to a place where he could support himself to sit up, his eyes narrowed, obviously not yet accustomed to the light and unable to open them.

It's this strange dream again. He could still remember the dream, to be precise, it had happened before, and he could remember it clearly. An Yiran rubbed his eyes, dreams are generally forgotten quickly, even if it is the kind of lucid dream that can remember details, it should not be so vivid and concrete.

He can recall the uncle who fried the iron plate squid at the intersection of the community, and he can also recall the exact location of the fallen leaves of the French plane tree, as well as the cars parked on the side of the road, and one of them belongs to the uncle who is in the building materials business next door.

The main thing is that the boy appears so suddenly every time, and then suddenly speaks to him, and he is suddenly swept away and leaves this inexplicable place.

Dreamers generally don't remember how they came to the dream, as if they appeared out of thin air, because this is what makes him think that he is just dreaming in a row, not sleepwalking.

Having a weird dream that doesn't matter doesn't affect his mood or anything, his mood has been good since the beginning of the summer vacation.

As his first summer vacation at university, he can feel that he no longer has to worry about when to write his vacation homework, and since this year, he has completely said goodbye to those complicated and boring things, and he can pass the time with games, snacks and hanging out.

The clock on the wall showed that it was 10:07 a.m., and he hadn't woken up too early because he had been playing games with friends late in the morning. An Yiran put on his slippers and walked to the kitchen, and on the dining table next to the kitchen was the steamed buns and milk that his mother had prepared for him who got up early to go to work, and after brushing his teeth, he sat at the dining table and picked up a cold bun casually.

It's not very hot in July in this small town in the east, and it's easy to feel even more sleepy when the lazy sun shines through a glass of glass.

Spring is sleepy, summer is lacking, autumn is weak, in addition to hibernation, human beings are really lazy in their bones, An Yiran just thought so, he has lived so lazy in such a lazy world for nineteen years.

There was no wind and waves during the period, but it was not that he had fantasized about those bizarre, he would also fantasize about it when he was a child, for example, an owl brought him an admission letter from a certain mysterious academy when he was eleven years old, but from the age of ten to the age of nineteen, An Yiran did not wait for the email stamped with the letter, and this matter slowly stopped in his heart.

He turned on the TV boredly, crooked on the sofa and turned the stage, the morning show was nothing attractive, it was nothing more than some vulgar variety show or a TV series that had been replayed hundreds of times, so within a few seconds, he changed to the next one.

"At about 7:40 p.m. today, there was a serious traffic accident at the exit of 13 kilometers of the city's north-south No. 1 elevated highway, which caused a series of collisions between ten vehicles, but fortunately there were no casualties, so let's give the camera to the scene of the accident. ”

There were no casualties in a 10-car collision? An Yiran was attracted by this news, and the time to watch it should be a replay of yesterday's evening news, and he didn't watch the news yesterday so he missed it.

The TV screen switches to the scene of the accident, in which a tanker truck lies on the side of the road and blocks the entire exit, and nine small black cars fall sideways around the tanker, or the front of the car hits the guardrail, or its back is facing the sky, those cars are the same model and the same color, it should be a convoy or something, it may be that the tanker truck fell to the ground and affected this team of cars.

Maybe it's a wedding car fleet, and whoever can meet it is unlucky enough.

An Yiran chewed the bun and sighed silently in his heart. However, in the description of the traffic police and staff at the scene, it seems that not only did it not cause casualties, but it seems that the driver of the vehicle was not even found at the scene.

Witnesses passing by at the scene said that the black cars were driving in a queue at high speed, and the fuel tanker truck suddenly rushed out of the exit when the convoy was about to drive out of the elevated highway, causing the accident, but none of the witnesses had ever seen anyone come out of the starting place, and the drivers and passengers of those vehicles seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

An Yiran had no resistance to this mysterious event, but the broadcast ended at this time, because there was no substantial progress, and he cut the picture back to the director after remembering that he would continue to track the incident, which made him feel a little unfinished.

The empty scene after the incident, the strange cause of the car accident, is really very reminiscent of supernatural things. An Yiran lay down on the sofa, and the only event that interested him was not followed for the time being.

A sleepiness struck, and he thought about squinting like this for a while, and at the last moment of consciousness, he saw the little boy walking slowly towards him again. His faint words came from his ears before he closed them.

"You see me, I'll always come to you. ”