Set the storm

The moon bathes in the river and returns late at night, the offshore water and light roads are not distinguished, and no one is seen in the forest. Panic, running manless and cowardly ghosts.

The cicada boils through the window and dreams are difficult to grow, and the heat is panicked, and there is only water hidden in the river. Talking to people about strange things, haha! They all said that they didn't dare to deal with each other.

"Boom ......"

I opened my eyes suddenly, but as far as I could see, I saw nothing but black, as if I was blind, and I was still blind.

This unpretentious black is more dazzling than the "unworthy of the name" that I just searched and scraped my stomach from the depths of my memory, and the dazzling value is comparable to the high beam from the hernia lamp at the front of the car, without any paving, buffering, and direct total blindness.

If I had a choice, I would rather let my brain go to sleep than be exposed in horror in front of the black, a weakness that I can't look at directly.

Although I have been pretending that everyone is drunk and I am alone and self-proclaimed without success, I am sure that I am not an outlier as an adult in terms of physiological structure.

The reason for the identity of adults is that some naïve children may gnash their teeth and affirm that they have jumped out of a crack in a rock or plucked from a tree......

Except, of course, for children with precocious puberty, just this division, and the rest will be gone. Although most of them are inevitably ripened by accident, they are acquired suddenly, just like the black that I suddenly obtained at the moment.

Whoever gives this darkness must have felt that this is the hope of me in my sleep, and the horror at this time is just an accidental dream!

I think "inevitable" and "who" think the same thing, unless it is renamed "suddenly", it will never be understood, because the teacher never said that "inevitable" will be enlightened.

Those who don't know how the name change will affect the wisdom can ask how the two-dimensional, now called three-dimensional, jumped out of the dungeon of the painting. Of course, changing one's name can not only affect wisdom, but also change identity and social status.

To get back to the point, of course, like all known humans, I've had fetal experiences, but I've also lost memories of fetal life. So can I only empathize with the pushback, is that the flesh-red little thing wrapped in amniotic fluid with its eyes closed is also the same feeling?

Is it a repetition of yesterday? Is fetal memory a selective forgetting of fear? Of course, these are just afterthoughts.

At that time, I was frightened and helpless in the darkness, and I was inexplicably enlightened, and suddenly I knew that I was lying in bed, and I think the sharp increase in IQ must have been due to the ripening of the black, because I really did not change my name in this moment.

At this time, not far to the right of the head of the bed, a bright light suddenly leaked from the position of the window, and it seemed that time was as slow as a dream when it was frightened, but the dream was good or bad.

Then there was a rumbling thunder, and then there was only the intermittent sound of the wind crying wolf, which clearly made people's hearts hairy, and the "click" sound of raindrops knocking on the glass window.

I sat up at the sound of "clicking", got out of bed with my feet just touching my slippers, put them on, leaned against the wall to the spot where the light was leaking just now, and fumbled to pull open the curtains.

Then another white light flashed in the dark night, and this electric light was like the flash of the eye, and suddenly everything outside the window became clearly visible—there was a stout tree downstairs, which was shaking its huge canopy desperately in the wind, like a mad man who was mad.

Then there was a rumbling thunder accompanied by endless darkness. I stood in front of the window in a daze, staring blankly at the madman who had just been exposed to the light and immersed in the darkness, but my mind was fluttering.

When the night sky flashed white again with a lightning bolt like a sand painter's hand casually spreading out the sky, I accidentally noticed a man dressed in white, with long hair, shawl, and green fangs looking at the opposite window.

I was stunned for a moment before I came to my senses, quickly closed the curtains, squatted on the ground against the wall, panting, my heart "plopping, plopping" beating violently, in the same dark room that was splashed with ink, the more I thought about it, the more I feared, the more I thought.

In the interval between thinking and being afraid, I suddenly remembered Mr. Li's experience, and took a deep breath with a trembling throat. This trick is really like the cold medicine that doctors must prescribe to lead to "boiled water", and after a while, I actually wanted to turn on the light like Zhong Kui possessed my body.

It took me a long time to find the switch, but I hesitated for a while before turning it on, probably subconsciously checking myself to confirm whether Zhong Kui was still there.

The first thing that catches your eye is the switch of the light - black, as black as carbon. The next thing I saw was the bed I had just woken up to by the thunder, the sheets, quilt covers, and pillowcases were all white, and the white made people feel so disgusted with who had been lying before.

On the head of the bed, it is written - Fengmingshan Mental Disease Hospital, and there is a hospital logo in front of the word.

I didn't want to look at anything more, and I was stunned and secretly wondered: Could it be that I am dreaming again, why is it still here, and I have never heard the teacher say that the dream can be continued after such a long time? And the continuation is blind to such a good idiom as "dog tail continues mink".

After seeing the sign of Fengmingshan Psychiatric Hospital, I was undoubtedly in a dream, so I used my index finger and thumb to pull a piece of skin and flesh on my cheek and twist it vigorously, and my brain immediately received a reply from the tactile nerve - it hurts, it really hurts!

I can't help but wonder - is this true? Impossible. Just when I was at a loss for contradictions, wisdom suddenly came out of nowhere, driving me to run to the window, open the curtains, and anxiously wait for the lightning to come.

When the fatalistic lightning finally lit up again, I didn't see the grimace that I had avoided before, and now looked forward to. sighed heavily (there is also an element of comfort in this sigh), thinking that many things in life are always like this - to avoid it, to ask for it.

It seems that there is no way to frighten (nonsense!). If the fright had worked, there would have been no need to open the curtains again, alas! Look at my IQ, no wonder I have to be possessed by Second Brother Guan from time to time. It seems that if you want to leave the dream, you can only do it yourself, as the great man said.

It's just that I don't want to have enough food and clothing, but I want to be down-to-earth. After a moment's hesitation, he raised his hand and pulled it towards his face, but it had no effect except for a hot pain on his face.

Reluctantly, I raised my palm, which was still numb, and then put my index finger in my mouth and bit it down without hesitation. It wasn't until the pain made me unable to take my mouth anymore that I withdrew my fingers from my mouth.

Looking at my fingers oozing blood from my tooth marks and the empty hospital room, I shook my head helplessly. Suddenly, his eyes lit up again, and he walked quickly towards the door.