This night, I dreamed of the little female ghost again. I was still able to control my actions in the dream, so I asked her if it was a dream. And the answer she gave me was still yes. I asked her again, since we are not wronged, why did you scare me in my dreams for so many years. She told me that she was too bored to be alone and thought it was fun to scare me. This answer made me very speechless, first, she is not a person, she is a ghost. Second, basing one's own happiness on the suffering of others is not worth advocating.

Therefore, in the spirit of teaching and educating people, I became a diligent gardener, instilling in her the correct values and outlook on life little by little.

She said she was puzzled, why would I rather die myself that night than have to make five thunder talismans? Is this what I call sticking to my heart?

I suddenly remembered the dream I had lying in the hospital after being injured by Zhang Yanli. That night, Zhang Yanli was rescued by Song Mink and gave me a dream, and when I was about to wake up after the dream, I vaguely heard a voice saying, 'What an interesting guy, I'm really getting ......'. It turned out that the person who said that sentence was actually her.

I asked her what was the next thing I hadn't heard? She told me that what she said was that she liked me more and more.

This seems to be the first time someone has said they like me, right? Although the liking in her mouth is not the kind of liking that I understand, it is the first time that someone of the opposite sex has said this to me. So I looked at her cute expression and suddenly blushed a little.

To say that this little female ghost is really beautiful, although the big red robe I wear always reminds me of her mother, but when I see her innocent face as white paper, I can always forget the fear that her mother brought me for a moment. Even after talking to her, I felt in my heart that her mother didn't seem to be particularly scary. Is this the so-called love house and Wu?

Later, I talked to her a lot, and when I woke up the next day, I forgot what I had talked to her. And after waking up, I fell into the cycle of Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly.

Every night after that, I would talk to her in my dreams. Although I can talk to her about some interesting little things that happen at school, or I will complain to her when I am punished for copying English words, I can always have a good time chatting with her. We're becoming more and more like confidants.

Once she told me she didn't have a name and asked me to give her something nice. I thought about it, so I said to her, "Since our meeting is so illusory, like a dream, why don't we call you like a dream?" ”

She didn't object, so her name was hastily decided. Although I later recalled that this name felt very secondary, and it was also very old-fashioned, it made me unconsciously think of "Deep Love and Rain", which is a TV series that is very old and tells a very long story. But I couldn't think of a name more fitting of her identity with the limited ink in my stomach.

But I have to admit that the name Rumeng is too difficult to pronounce. The naming trend of the 21st century allows the word 'as' and the word 'dream', but it does not allow the two words to be connected. Every time I call her, she just calls out a word like that, and she can't call out that dream word anymore. Because I didn't wear a tunic or a long shirt, I really didn't fit the plot dress that the name should have.

Later, I told her that the two people who have a good relationship are not called by their full names, they are both called nicknames, and it is generally enough to add a small word in front of the last word of the name, for example, I can call her Xiaomeng.

She was glad to hear me say that. She also told me that the relationship between the nine-tailed lynx and me is not as good as the relationship between her and me. I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the nine-tailed catfish she said was Song Mink, and she could see what I could see at other times except for when she was going to sleep at noon, so I figured it out.

So I smiled wryly and nodded to her.

Although I still can't believe the encounter with Xiaomeng, sometimes I even wonder if I have schizophrenia and make up an object to talk to? But I instinctively suppressed my restless youth hormones and forced myself to sleep through countless tossing and turning nights.

In addition, I don't have to draw talismans three times in the middle of the night every day, so I am full of energy every day this half semester. One day, with two dark circles under his eyes, he asked me why I didn't have to make up for sleep at noon and was still so energetic? I looked at him for a moment and said to him earnestly, "Do you understand moderation?" Young people don't know that kidneys are precious, and they don't ......cry when they get old. Then he patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

Strange to say, I used to think that I didn't live to be twenty years old because I didn't get enough sleep and stayed up all night. But now it doesn't seem to be. Because fate actually gave me a rare time to be free for a while.

Xiaomeng's mother didn't trouble me anymore, and the old and evil way of Maoshan was also hiding in Tibet under the calculation of the sloppy old man, and there was no time to commit any more crimes. The only thing that made me feel at ease in the county town that suddenly appeared more evil things actually disappeared. After the start of school, I once asked Xiao Zheng if he had found it, and Xiao Zheng told me no. I was puzzled and at the same time naturally happy.

But when I was suddenly idle, I felt a little bored, and sometimes I even wanted to quickly pop up a few eye-opening things to make me move. Maybe that's a shit.

Lao Cai was also very puzzled, he once wondered if I was secretly acting on my own and didn't call him. Later, he deliberately followed me for several days, and even watched me fall asleep at night.

Naturally, he did not do this because of the old way, but the bourgeois mentality in his bones was always thinking about how to exploit us proletariat.

In order to get a good night's sleep, I would not see his youthful restlessness like a volcanic eruption, leaving a disgusting face full of acne on his face, causing me to have nightmares after falling asleep in the middle of the night. I pretended to be angry and said to him, "That's enough, isn't it just for the half of the charge for one person that I told you before?" As for? Am I that kind of person? ”

A few days later, Xiao Zheng finally came with the news one after another, so Lao Cai went with me. It's a pity that they are all small problems that have entered the body, and it can be better if you bask in the sun more. The most serious one was only haunted by a geist, a young man about our age. I'm wondering, how can a teenager be haunted by a ghost? What about the fire on his shoulders? Later, when I went, I found out that the young man was much more intemperate than lewd, so it was no wonder that his yang fire could be said to be basically absent.

After a few days, a total of several hundred yuan was symbolically collected for hard work, and Lao Cai's enthusiasm was finally completely wiped out, and he no longer expected me, the proletariat, to create any benefits for him.

So the hundreds of dollars that he didn't look down on at all by the rich second generation were pocketed by me.

And the idea that I have always wanted to try to control the attack direction of the Five Thunder Talismans with my mind has never been realized. I once thought about asking Xiao Zheng and Song Mink for help, but this idea was really inhumane and had to be given up by me. It seems that the control of the five thunder runes has to be pushed back, but fortunately, there haven't been any major crises for me to worry about recently, so I am happy and relaxed again.

Time flies, and a month has passed in my pig-like comfortable life of eating, sleeping, sleeping, and eating. It seems that spring is really coming, and the comfortable sunshine always makes people feel that they haven't slept enough, and in the classroom between classes, the black pressure of sleeping on the desk is overwhelming. Among them, the indisputable brother is the most prominent, because others sleep at least occasionally move, and he is like sleeping to death.

Brother Bu Zheng feels similar to me, he has no sense of existence, and even I sometimes forget that there is such a person as him. This is because after evening self-study, he is rarely seen in the dormitory, and during the day, he always looks like he hasn't slept enough to lie on his desk to make up for sleep, and he rarely talks to anyone.

I once asked him why he often didn't sleep in the dormitory, and he told me that he had a small hair in the county town, and he lived in a rented house, and he usually went there to sleep.

I nodded in understanding, and then labeled him as obscene in my mind.

Before you know it, another two months have passed, and summer has arrived. The gradually rising temperature made people even more drowsy, especially the viagra on the podium singing lullaby, even I could barely resist it.

In the past three months, I have asked the sloppy old man more than once about my grandfather, and the result has not changed, except that the sloppy old man has become more and more impatient with my questions.

For the past three months, Uncle Deng would still call me every weekend and ask me to go to his house for dinner. At first, I would still go once in a while, but then I found that I couldn't pull my face when I always went to his house to eat, so I refused on the grounds that I had something to go home for the weekend.

And I didn't go home for the weekend, so what can I do? I learned to surf the Internet with Lao Cai, and I sat in an Internet café all day on weekends. At the beginning, I went to the Internet café and logged on QQ, and then boarded the computer housekeeper, so that I could get a one-to-five times the upgrade speed, which made me laugh.

Later, Lao Cai laughed and said that this is a typical soil bun, and when he enters the city--- he squints, and he doesn't know anything fun. Then he taught me how to play games.

Not to mention, smoking while playing games made me feel that my life was very chic, so I completely fell, and I went to the Internet café on time with Lao Cai every weekend, rain or shine. After a while, the little webmaster girl in the Internet café got to know us, and I think it should be because I took out my student ID card when I turned on the machine on the first day that she remembered it deeply, right? After knowing that Lao Cai and I were students and dared to play like this, she jokingly called me and Lao Cai a bullish duo, how could other students be so punctual and punctual? Not afraid of parents at all.

As for how to distinguish the word tart? Naturally, I chose the former. Leaving Lao Cai with a bitter face. Degree of literature