Zhang Jingwen was not reconciled.

She found Li Mengran again and told her about the conversation with Liu Changfa again.

Li Mengran said with a smile: "What Liu Changfa said may be correct, but even if love is a dream, it is also a beautiful dream, a dream that people yearn for." Isn't life just a dream? ”

Zhang Jingwen: "But ......, I want to be real, I don't want it to be just a dream. ”

Li Mengran sighed and said: "Good sister, where is the truth, philosophers, so far, they can't prove whether this world is a real world or not." ”

Zhang Jingwen asked rhetorically: "If there is no reality in this world, then dreams are illusions, and even less real, this is certain." ”

Li Mengran smiled again and said, "Actually, dreams are real, but the real world is all fake. ”

Zhang Jingwen asked in surprise, "What do you say?" How so! ”

Li Mengran thought for a moment and said: "You see, when people are awake, they are swayed by various desires, and when they are asleep, they can finally let go of things outside their bodies. When people are awake, it is only the greed of the heart, and only when they reach the dream and let go of everything, is the real heart. ”

Zhang Jingwen: "What you said seems to make sense, but I still don't understand." ”

Li Mengran: "Have you read "Dream of Red Mansions"? ”

Zhang Jingwen: "I've read it once. ”

Li Mengran: "Actually, the book "Dream of Red Mansions" was written by Cao Xueqin in a dream.

Zhang Jingwen: "Huh? How do you know? ”

Li Mengran: "If you were awake, you wouldn't be able to write such a great work." Please see the first chapter of "Dream of Red Mansions", the author Ziyun, because he has experienced a dream, wrote this book of stones. Yes and no? ”

Zhang Jingwen: "Impossible, how can you understand it like this, it was made up by the author." ”

Li Mengran replied again: "Li Baijiu wrote a hundred poems, and Zhang Xu wrote a book after drinking. It's all in the hallucination of drunkenness, and it's a great work to complete, so it's true.

It can be seen that the feeling in the dream is real, so it can be passed on for centuries, if it is fake, how to circulate, who will believe in a fake thing? Can't you be nervous? ”

Zhang Jingwen said with doubts: "You and Liu Changfa, who is right?" Who's wrong? Who of you should I believe? ”

Li Mengran also fell into deep thought, and then said: "What he said is reason, what I said is love; He speaks of logic, and I rely on feeling; He believes in what is visible, and I believe in what is invisible behind things, but can be perceived. It is equivalent to two sides of the same thing, and there is no right or wrong. ”

Zhang Jingwen was confused again: "But your conclusions are obviously contradictory?" ”

Li Mengran smiled again: "The spear and the shield were originally peaceful, but they must be allowed to fight, and if they fight to the death, they can only contradict each other." ”

Zhang Jingwen: "Alas, the reality is really boring. It is still the most beautiful in dreams, the most true in dreams, as long as there is a dream, there must be hope. If I had to choose, I would rather believe in dreams. ”

Li Mengran: "That's right, don't trust those boring scientists too much, in this world, there are many more things that people can't see than things that they can see." ”

Zhang Jingwen: "More things that can't be seen? What's in it? ”

Li Mengran: "Let's talk about dark matter, it accounts for 90% of the world, and no one has seen these things until now." ”

Zhang Jingwen: "So, what I perceive in my dream may be dark matter?" ”

Li Mengran: "This is not impossible. ”

Zhang Jingwen's expression suddenly became mysterious, and she said to Meng Ran slightly: "Meng Ran, since you think that the dream may be real, then I will tell you a secret." ”

Li Mengran said with an understanding: "I feel that you have a secret, last time Zhu Dachang asked me, saying that you have become different from before." ”

Zhang Jingwen said with a serious expression: "Don't tell anyone else." ”

Li Mengran patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I will never say it." ”

Zhang Jingwen: "I found that I can perceive other people's information in my dreams. You say this is weird, isn't it? ”

Li Mengran didn't look surprised, and said calmly: "It's not strange at all, what's so strange about this." ”

Zhang Jingwen really hates these guys, they can say anything difficult and pretend to be confident.

Zhang Jingwen gave up her mysterious expression and said:

"Okay, if you're good, you can talk about it again, what's going on?"

Li Mengran: "The human brain is originally a receiver, mainly to receive information from its own sensory organs. However, in certain circumstances, such as in a dream, or when stimulated by something, you can receive other people's perceptual information. ”

Zhang Jingwen: "Is there a scientific basis?"

Li Mengran: "No, but this ...... It does exist. For example, this may be the case if some people suddenly change their faces, as if they suddenly changed into a person. ”

Zhang Jingwen: "What else?" ”

Li Mengran: "For example, some mentally ill people and schizophrenic people may also be in this situation, but they all happen in a seemingly lucid state, in fact, they may all be in a dream. ”

Zhang Jingwen was a little displeased and said, "So, you said that I may also have mental problems?" ”

Li Mengran smiled: "I don't dare to say that about you, you can distinguish between dreams and reality, it's normal." Those who can't tell the difference between dreams and reality are probably crazy. ”

Zhang Jingwen also smiled: "Some crazy people are also geniuses, how can you say this?" For example, some painters, who are simply crazy, paint geniuses. ”

Li Mengran: "That's even more right, because the brains of these madmen receive messages similar to God in their dreams. ”

Zhang Jingwen: "Oh my God! When you say that, it really looks like this. No wonder Li Baijiu wrote hundreds of poems, and Zhang Xu's drunken books were crazy. So it's all like this? ”

Li Mengran: "Most likely, there is only a thin line between a madman and a genius. ”

At this time, Zhang Jingwen was really convinced, and said convincingly: "Li Mengran, Li Mengran, no wonder your name is Li Mengran, your understanding of dreams is indeed very set." ”

"So, if I go and ask Liu Changfa, what will he say?" Zhang Jingwen asked again.

"Then you should ask him, but I can speculate as well." Li Mengran seemed to put his hand to his face and fanned the wind.

Zhang Jingwen smiled: "I think I should buy you a feather fan, Mr. Kong Ming." ”

Li Mengran stroked his beard that had not yet grown, and said with a smile: "If you ask Liu Changfa, he will definitely say: everything is vibration, and these vibrational information, floating from all directions, resonates with your brain receiving system, so you will perceive other people's information, which belongs to quantum science." ”

At this time, Zhang Jingwen was cold, punched over, and then smiled again: "Li Mengran, you are really a master, I really convinced you." ”

Li Mengran couldn't cry or laugh.