We walked along the edge path, and the steps under our feet became lighter.

Because as long as it is a flat road, whether it is a big road or a small road, it will always be much easier to walk.

As you go around the crater full of branches, you seem to get wider.

When the four of us stepped onto the ground, the darkness remained.

We continued to scout, but it didn't take long for the old fat to decide to smoke a cigarette and rest.

Damn, that's a nice thing to say, I guess this guy is addicted to cigarettes and wants to smoke a cigarette.

But there's nothing wrong with that, we've lit the fire one after another, except for the bold.

I asked him, "What?" Out of smoke? ”

Bold smiled awkwardly and said, "I don't smoke." ”

Unexpectedly, at this time, the old fat came and said: "Oh, there are very few people who don't smoke here." ”

Then the two chatted for a while, and the old fat asked some bold questions, but I didn't listen carefully, there were enough questions in my head, and besides, I had a problem, and I never inquired if I wasn't interested.

I only remember that the old fat man put his arm around Dada'er's shoulders and said, "In the future, you will talk about smoking, and then send the cigarettes to me, or you will really waste resources." ”

The four of us talked for a while, and when we were ready to hit the road, we found a thin layer of fog around us.

For a time, no one could explain the cause of this phenomenon.

However, the visibility of the fog is still relatively high, so you should not continue to move forward by mistake, otherwise you will continue to squat in place and wait for the fog to disperse.

The road ahead became more and more stable, and gradually the fog dispersed, and the light of the flashlight wandered on the wall, but when we saw the relatively familiar tunnel sign, the four of them did not react for a while, and our mission was actually completed.

The paved road, with lights at regular intervals, was unusable.

To be honest, I don't even believe it, it's a bit easy.

But the fact is undeniable, we don't plan to rest, just start the way we come.

The fog rises again, perhaps in stages, and may have something to do with the climate here, perhaps the underground rivers.

On the way back, it was easier to walk and the atmosphere became very harmonious.

This may be a sense of accomplishment, and we have found a path that we thought would be difficult to find.

But behind the relaxation, the haze became heavier, could it be that Er Biao's team was going on inside? It's like we almost had a civil strife before.

However, this is only the beginning, and it is still unknown what will happen next.

We also started to talk about it along the way, but it was easy to divert attention from it.

Saying that, Xiao Liu was going to tell us a joke, and he also created momentum to say that this joke is both jokes and entertainment, which can be described as a two-pronged approach.

The old fat hurriedly urged to say goodbye to the ink, talk quickly, and return to the base camp later.

However, when Xiao Liu began to speak, he only saw his mouth open, and did not hear any sound.

I rubbed my ears, but strangely enough, the scene in front of me began to tilt and become blurry.

"Ding...... Bite...... Ding......"

The alarm went off, and I flipped the switch on its head.

I woke up with a huff and found myself sitting at home with a novel in my hand.

So I fell asleep on the table?

No, what about them?

I got up and rubbed my eyes, and in addition to the novel, there was a calendar table on the table, February 2005.

Was that a dream?

Am I dreaming about all the bizarre experiences that happened in the past?

Think of the scene where last night's dream reappeared, it was so realistic.

I chatted with them myself and it was gone, so what happened next? That thing has been over for many years?

But no matter how much I think about it, I still can't remember what happened next.

Exercise! Could it be that what is in front of you is a dream?

I pinched my arm, it really hurt, it didn't seem to be a dream, it hurt so much that I left tears behind.

But this is really a strange thing, how could I suddenly dream of those things that are still in the dust?

Next to the table was a photograph of a woman with a child who looked a little like her in her arms underneath.

But this woman looks a little familiar, my mind is more confused now, when I wake up from the memory, I suddenly realize that this is not a small flower?

But nowadays?

"Ding...... Bite...... Ding......"

The phone rang at this time, it was on my desk, and I hesitated for a moment to pick up the microphone.

A gentle and melodious voice from inside immediately came: "Have you woken up?" ”

I replied in a trance.

"Come back early then, and wait until you get home for breakfast."

After a few more inconsequential conversations, the phone hung up.

And my whole being is in a trance, this is my life?

Xiaohua is my wife? We also have a daughter?

But I always felt that everything was a little unreal, or maybe I had a misremember, should I see a psychiatrist again? Maybe it has something to do with staying up late?

I covered my face and sat down in my chair, thinking about what was in front of me.

At that moment, something fell to the ground with a pop.

I looked down and picked it up, and it was a novel called "The Secret Text of the Oracle Bone".

Did I just accidentally drop it?

Maybe that's my real life.

The streets were full of traffic, I didn't know much about the people who greeted me along the way, and my body seemed to be programmed in some way, although those roads were unfamiliar, but I walked into a house without any chaos, and Xiaohua opened the door and gave me a warm hug.

I hesitated, and hugged her with both hands.

Maybe I'm too tired, causing my nerves to be a little trance, but the person in front of me is still warm and real.

At the dinner table, Xiaohua served me breakfast, and a beautiful girl next to me called my father.

I smiled happily and the atmosphere was so intoxicating.

But everything was loud again, and everything in front of me turned into bubbles in an instant.

When I opened my eyes, I was still the same person, with a bottomless darkness in front of me, and a flashlight was on my side.

I crawled up, my eyes still a little blurry.

Still, I noticed a mysterious dark shadow flashing before my eyes.

At this time, I was arrested, and the old fat voice sounded in my ears again.

"His grandmother's, it's really evil, get up, get up for me!"

The old fat kicked me with an angry face, and then I relieved myself and asked confusedly, "What happened to me just now?" ”