My dad was knitting a sweater with his head down, but when he saw his mother giving him a look, he walked over to me. Mom walked into the kitchen huffing.

"Son, how are you doing?" Dad picked up the chopsticks I had dropped on the table, smiled and pressed me down on the couch and sat down next to me.

"You're here to be a lobbyist." I snorted and half-turned.

"We have a good relationship, and I also came from your age. The situation you are in now, my father experienced it when he was young. ”

I finally turned around: "Dad, do you say, should people compromise their wishes for the sake of the shackles of reality?" ”

"Well, how can I say it, son, the snow weighs down the branches low, although they are not low enough to touch the mud. Persistence and compromise are eternal, and the key is up to you. Sticking to something can be right or wrong, let alone compromise, and you need to make your own judgment on everything, whether it's right or wrong. Therefore, this is a difficult word. The major choices in your life, whether others give you advice or not, are the last choice you make. Your choice is not so much whether you want to stick with what you want or not, but whether you give that choice back to you or whether you continue to store it with your mother. I'm not saying this to instigate you not to listen to your mother. It's just because sometimes your mother isn't always right, and I know that. If you have your own judgment, then how to do it should be your own business, and the word is called independence. ”

"Do you think I'm independent?" I asked all the sons in the world what they wanted to ask their fathers.

"Financially, if you are not independent, you will stop eating without us for you. But in terms of life choices, your independence has already begun. If we force you to choose a major that you are not interested in, do you want to hold this major and make a career for the rest of your life? Of course it's not fair to you. ”

"Dad, can you understand me?"

"Dad also had dreams when he was young." When my father said this, his tone was obviously a little agitated, "When I fell in love with your mother, it was when I was obsessed with photography, and she admired me more, saying that I was very literary and artistic, and asked me to take her to scenic spots and take pictures all day long." Later, I got married to your mother, and as the days went by, she slowly stopped seeing me pick up the camera, do you know why? ”

"The fetters of firewood, rice, oil and salt."

"It's your mom the worst thing. Did you know that your mom was an announcer at the school radio station when she was in college? Reciting poetry to us every day, not to mention being more energetic. Alas, it was really a time full of literature and art. Actually, neither your mother nor I should give up, we were in high spirits at first. ”

"So you say I want to be a novelist, right?"

"Why should the world divide right from wrong? Distinguishing between right and wrong, people have standards, and they know what they should do to be right. Whether you want to insist on it, in fact, we don't count. If you weigh your ability to not play a small role, then do whatever you want. ”

"Dad, you speak so nicely!"

Dad said proudly: "Your mother said the same thing back then......"

"Uh-huh." I nodded approvingly.

"Then I got pregnant with you!" Dad added.

My old face was red, but my dad said, "Okay, my dad has defected." I'm going to be a lobbyist for you. With that, he continued to knit his sweater and walked to the kitchen.

I looked at my father's back and admired it, I was so comfortable knitting sweaters.

On Monday morning, in the public reading area of the school library, I was alone on my desk watching a movie on my phone.

I was thinking that my father's support for me was one of the motivations for me to keep going. Come to think of it, I loved reading novels when I was very young. I don't know when I started thinking about writing my own novels. This thought swells and magnifies day by day. I have already formed a blueprint of stories in my mind, but I never dare to write it. It is said that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but I feel very small. The more I marvel at the whimsical ideas of the famous novelists, the more I feel that my skills are shallow and I don't go to the hall. So after delay, stagnation and stagnation, after all, I still dare not write! Today's mother's words encouraged me! I decided that from today onwards, I will no longer be timid, no matter how difficult the road is, I will always be in the same place if I don't take the first step.

"What are you looking at?" Someone actually pressed me lightly on my back. I turned around and saw that it was Mo Qingyu.

She's been in my sight more and more lately, and that's how I feel first.

"An anime movie." I say.

"Red Hot Chili Peppers." She recognized it immediately.

I was a little surprised: "You know? ”

"That's Satoshi Kon's masterpiece, it's a movie related to dreams, especially the way it satirizes reality and dreams. The heroine avals as a virtual character named Red Hot Chili Pepper and treats people suffering from mental illness by entering the patient's dream. Mo Qingyu told the story.

"yes, then I'm going to have to watch it carefully."

“Can l ？” Mo Qingyu was a little naughty but very polite, and she mouthed Nunu next to me.

“Please. ” I realized I was a little reckless.

So, we sat down and watched a movie. Halfway through the view, I noticed that my big arms were smooth and greasy, and I couldn't help but look at her side face......

Immediately realized a truth, in the boys' world, don't rely on a girl too close, especially a very beautiful girl, otherwise, it will be difficult for you to let yourself be tempted at that moment!

In the evening, after dinner, I went back to my dormitory alone. Li Yuncheng was shirtless and standing up in the dormitory. At this time of the day, he would exercise and then go to the shower.

I lay flat on the bed, my eyes staring straight at the ceiling, and I found that I couldn't help but think of the corners of Mo Qingyu's mouth.

"You can't think about it, you can't think about it, you can't think about anything else...... Therefore, the heavens will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure their hearts...... Tempting and forbearing...... Zeng Yi couldn't ......"

As I read it, I began to think back to the first and second times I dreamed of "Shen Yun", and the corners of my mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Shen Yun...... Mo Qingyu...... Thinking about it, I began to compare, and the two of them had their own characteristics.

Suddenly, an idea came to me: Will you dream of "Shen Yun" tonight?

Will it be, or won't it?

If so...... I suddenly realized that if I could still dream about it, then things would really not be simple, and there would never be such a coincidence in the world. I slept in the classroom before, and dreamed of "Shen Yun" for the second time, which is already a 1 in 10,000 coincidence, if there is a third time...... I can't explain it, and things go in ways I can't imagine.

It's either something wrong with my spirit, or ...... I'm in the midst of a paranormal event!

Paranormal events? The corners of my crooked mouth hung up again, this kind of supernatural event is a little too cute. More than once I dreamed of the girl I liked, even if it was supernatural, there seemed to be nothing to be afraid of. Not only did I not feel scared, but my heart seemed to be a little moved, as if I was looking forward to its next time.

I am indeed an atheist. In fact, although everyone doesn't believe that there are ghosts or anything in this world, why are people always afraid of such things in their hearts?

It's like a drunk, "Sadako" can't scare him, "Curse" can't scare him, but when he walks through a silent, dark and uninhabited alley at night, he has to drink two more sips of wine and sing loudly to strengthen his courage?

I know that it doesn't exist, but I still pass it down from generation to generation, and I spare no effort to fear it. People are like this, they are not afraid of the sky falling, but they are afraid of things they have never seen?

So, I don't really think about the possibility of supernatural beings. Perhaps there is a very scientific explanation, if you want to analyze it scientifically, dreaming of strangers and dreaming of the same stranger in succession......

I immediately sat up, turned on my phone's data connection, and turned on the internet.

"Dream, see, strange, born, human." I manipulated the keys word by word, and the result was that the message was:

Dreaming of a stranger: Symbolizes threats or support, sometimes it indicates hostility, enemies, and sometimes it may also indicate that things will take a turn for the better, making it difficult to see for a while.

Make friends with strangers: Imply that your own friends are faithful and reliable.

Arguing with strangers: a sign that you want to be famous and earn a reputation.

A stranger of the opposite sex of a similar age: a sign that you may be starting a new relationship in the near future.

Feeling a stranger's affection: a sign that you are about to fall in love. But if you feel annoying, there may not be an end between you, and you have to beware of crises.

Wow, it turns out that "dream interpretation" has long explained in such detail the strange thing of 'dreaming of strangers', so it seems that there is a certain scientific basis for saying it. Thinking so, I looked at the entry about "dreaming of a strange opposite sex of a similar age", and I was inexplicably happy.

Delete the word again and lose again: dream of the same person in a row.

Answer: Explain that you have a very deep impression of that person subconsciously.

Damn, this answer is simply sour! Although it sounds a bit like crap.

I lay back on the bed. "There's nothing to worry about! It's all an illusion. ”

"Brother's biceps are not an illusion! Hey, hey! Li Yuncheng held the dumbbell and squeezed out a piece of lump of meat.

I was stunned for a moment, only to realize that I had accidentally said what was in my heart. I ignored him and continued my thoughts. I feel a little lucky, but I am more unwilling! Because this is scientifically explainable, and it means that she is really just a contribution in my head. In this way, I am really a complete delusional and paranoid! Could it be that the serious illness in the second grade of junior high school (Secondary 2 disease) has not been cured yet?

Damn, I actually like the girl I fantasize about, and I really have a problem. It's a shame to think about!

Hey, what's wrong? The type of girl that boys like is originally with fantasy attributes! Oh, like the sunshine, cute, intellectual, beautiful, understandable, chatty, shy, can be coquettish, and have to hang with a little empathetic ...... Isn't this kind of Nima just a "peerless good sister" made up by the brains of boys with excess energy! There is no such thing as a perfect woman in the real world, all right.

And I, who was originally a proper little warm man, what's wrong? No problem!

Forget about "Shen Yun", forget the feeling of falling into the fog of first love! It's still necessary to return to reality and embrace the textbooks on the desk.

I closed my eyes......

Don't think, don't think about anything. I don't want to think about the weird things that happen these days, don't think about those dreams that came out of nothing, and don't think about ...... "Shen Yun".

I took the trouble to count the sheep, and when they all started to bleat, and then to count the dumplings, and then to the stomach, and finally before I knew it, I began to count...... Yes, that's right, count "Shen Yun", one "Shen Yun", two "Shen Yun", three "Shen Yun......

"Zeng Jinghong!" Count until Shen Yun also began to call?

Who called me? I sat up, saw Li Yuncheng wiping the sweat beads on his body with a towel, and said to me, "Don't go to sleep, go to self-study in the evening." With that, he picked up his toiletries and left the dormitory.