Chapter 0003: I Dreamed of My Mother

At noon that day, Weiyang had a strange dream.

In his sleep, he saw his mother like a giant, standing alone in the wheat field.

At this time, the sky is dusk and yellow, there are no birds in the sky, the wheat field is boundless, and there are telephone poles high in the wheat field, and the wires are like a slender and slender shadow in the sky......

At this time, the wind howled, and the dust on the ground flew everywhere.

His mother's head was scattered, her unkempt hair and blackened wheat seedlings stumbled by the wind.

He saw the giant mother standing there, with two long sleeves blown up by the wind, and there were no hands or arms in those sleeves.

His mother stared at him with her dark eyes, her mouth open and closed, as if she were talking to him.

But he didn't know at all, and he couldn't figure it out, but his mother was so terrified at this time that he didn't dare to take half a step forward.

The sky gradually turned from dusk to blur and dark.

Wei Yang suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, which seemed to have put himself into a small jar, and he had covered it, so that he couldn't breathe.

He wanted to get out of here quickly.

But the more he tried to flee quickly, the more his feet refused to obey.

He shook his arms vigorously and kicked his legs hard, but his body never moved half a step forward.

He's pretty much standing still.

His mother's face was even more terrifying, no, Weiyang didn't know this mother anymore, because she didn't look like his mother at all.

He couldn't straighten up in pain when she could feel her big foot kicking on his thin back.

Finally, he woke up from his pain. That's when he realized that it wasn't real, it was just a 'dream' that he hated.

As for dreams, Weiyang still doesn't know that strange phenomenon is called dreams.

All he knew was that it was something that wasn't real, something that only appeared when he was asleep.

In fact, in the world of the sheep, many things still have no names. He still lived in the ancient times that had gone before.

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Wei Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand, and then, subconsciously, hid in the corner of the kang, leaned his back against the wall, and monitored every corner of the room with his soothing black eyes, in case the giant mother in his dream suddenly jumped out and scared him.

But for a long time, the giant mother in the dream did not jump out to scare him, nor did the short mother who went to hoe in the wheat field suddenly appear in front of him and surprise him.

The yellow three-ring lock on the hoop is still locked on the door.

"My mother is not coming back, and my mother doesn't want me anymore." Weiyang thought of this, and then buried his head in the quilt and began to cry again.

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