The sky was overcast for a day, and the temple where Cheng Daban lived was too broken, and there was no little novice to change the oil lamp, resulting in the kind of darkness that was close to reaching out and not seeing the five fingers in broad daylight.

It is a worthless thing to sleep with your head covered during the day, and most of these urban 996 pay attention to saving daylight everywhere, and you have to account for two things in a time period, otherwise you will panic.

Even if you sleep, lie flat and do a set of ab tears first. Then the legs are to be kept upside down all the time. Keep the blood flowing, reduce leg fat, keep in shape, and more importantly, keep the spirit vigilant.

The wall behind the statue of the Bodhisattva glows with an empty and old gray. Every time most of the legs are withdrawn from the wall, the socks will bring up pieces of mud skin of different areas, a little vermilion, a little finch blue, like a shadow falling off.

But if you look closely, it is an ordinary mud wall, and in the face of the years, I have long been indifferent to the traces of my past.

When sleeping, Cheng Daban dreamed one after another. Cheng's father and Cheng's mother appear alternately, and the content is every fragment of daily life, and the form of slow motion is constantly grinding. Sometimes, it is the scene where she pushes the door after work, walks up to the attic alone, and the soles of her feet slowly and slowly lift, and when she is closer to the steps, the dust in the air will slowly and outwardly scatter a point. The smiles of everyone in the family on the photo wall on both sides, the fullness of the cheeks expanded little by little, until the frame was fixed to the standard form, the soles of the feet fell, and the time and space slowly advanced to the next step.

The people in the dream are anxious, as if they can't touch tomorrow.

Sometimes, in the dream, the family sits at the dinner table. Mom handed over a chicken leg and said, I have heard about you, are you hungry or not, this is for you to eat. Cheng Daban had tears in his eyes, and he couldn't help but open his mouth when he wanted to excuse himself. At this time, the chicken leg seemed to have been spelled by time and space, and began to slowly move closer to his mouth. She could see every bump on the goosebump trembling slightly, drops of soy sauce juice slowly falling, and the dots on the goosebumps tilted towards her every minute closer to her face. Cheng Daban really couldn't bear it anymore, so he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the chicken leg and stuffed it neatly into his mouth.

Instantly, the soup overflowed, and Cheng Daban felt that his nose and eyes were full of salty and sour liquid, and he opened his eyes to take a look.

In front of him, a man wearing a black jacket and seemingly bald forehead was holding a bag of buns in his arms, one hand clenched into the shape of a fist, desperately trying to retrieve it. In the other hand, he was already holding a mobile phone with a flashlight on, and he was shining on most of Cheng's face!