The kiosk next to the bus stop is still there. Why the emphasis on "still"? I paused for a moment, did I subconsciously guess that this was also a dream?

After confirming the newsstand, I walked over quickly, looked around at the magazines displayed on the stalls, and searched for a long time, but still did not find "Wanlai Technology".

"Boss, is there any more "Wanlai Technology"?" , I shouted.

An old man with sparse gray hair poked his head out, like a white mushroom slowly growing from the ground.

"You're back...... You left that magazine behind...... Give you back ......", he held the book in his withered arms like a dried corpse crawling out of a coffin, and his intermittent low voice made me feel a little strange somewhere.

"I didn't write a book, this is your book!" ，

This old man may have a bad memory, obviously it is the book placed in his stall, and he actually said that it was mine, he must be too old and deaf.

It's really embarrassing for him to still sell magazines here at such an age!

Afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear clearly, I deliberately amplified the volume of my speech.

The last time I came and went in a hurry, I didn't care about this old man.

"It's your book, it's your book!" , he repeated, and at the same time, the book of "Wanlai Technology" in his hand was shaken like a ramen.

This repetition stirred up memories of the dream, and a premonition struck me that the dream must have something to do with the book.

I don't want to worry about whose book it is, I just want to get it as soon as possible, maybe it has the answer I want.

"Uncle! Let's go! Then give me back the book! I followed his words.

"You confessed...... Is it your book? He asked strangely as he stared at me with his eyes like a hole in a black tree.

"Admit it, admit it! I don't have a good memory, so give me the book! ”。

Like a slow turtle, he leaned his head and leaned over the book to me, like a torch in slow motion.

"Here you go, it's yours!". The old man smiled mysteriously.

I found that his hand to hand the book was slender, his knuckles were as strong as bamboo, and his skin was tender, looking like the hands of a man in his twenties, not at all the hands of an old man should have.

I was stunned, and I fixed there, and my eyes were on his hands.

He smiled secretly, and I thought to myself, "Not good! It seems that something evil has been touched.

But the magazine was already in my hand, and the old man was out of sight, and a middle-aged, greasy woman with a ponytail was sitting in the newsstand with a fan, and she was looking at me impatiently.

"Do you buy it, this book, you've been staring at it for hours, you're not uncomfortable! Little girl? ”。

"What? How many hours? I just came! And just ......".

I don't know what happened, what about the old man? How did you become a woman, and who did I just talk to?

Didn't I just come here? How could it have been standing for hours? What the hell is going on?

Is there something wrong with my memory and nerves? It's all an illusion just now? When did the hallucinations begin? What is true and what is false? What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I here?

In an instant, my world and cognition were endlessly ravaged.

Am I mentally ill? Why did the old man suddenly disappear? I'm desperate to find out.

But the answer was so quickly conceived by my brain.

Don't worry about it for now, you have to find a place to calm down and take a good look.

Let's get this magazine first, it's always related to this magazine, so this is the clue.

"Boss, how much?".

"Six pieces".

After paying, I took the bus back to school, and the moment I saw the school gate, I was a little relieved.

Luckily, I didn't dream about going to school.

It would be miserable to dream that you were admitted to college and wake up in a sweltering high school classroom seat with a fan turning, as the joke told back then.

I don't know what I'm thanking about, what I'm thanking about, but I still feel relieved.

After all, high school is a nightmare, and that dream never wants to be done a second time.

"You're back? Didn't you go buy that "Memory Magic", how about it, did you buy it? ”。 My roommate, Cao Fang, asked me while nibbling on potato chips.

"The Magic of Memory? Is there really a book? ”。 Now I can't help but doubt everything, including any grass in the corner.

"Didn't you tell me? You don't remember it yourself? ”。 She stared at me with wide eyes, like an alien.

"Well, I didn't forget, just kidding!" , I smiled bitterly, I don't know what it feels like in my heart.

"Did you buy it?".

"There shouldn't be, there may be, I'll look at the bag".

"What's the matter with you? Don't you know if you bought it yourself? You won't be stupid! ”。

I was busy rummaging through my school bag, and there was a copy of "The Wonderful Way of Remembering" lying in it.

Turning over the cover of the book, the blue pen imprint inside reads - June 8, 1300, purchased at Wuwei Bookstore on Ankang Road.

I can be sure that this is my handwriting, and I don't know when I got into the habit of writing down the date of my purchase.

June 8th? Isn't it long over? Shouldn't I make it past June 10th?

"Cao Fang! What day is June? ”。 I hurriedly asked.

"Eight! It's too confusing! She glared at me like a fool.

"Have we memorized books with the teacher?" , I asked again.

"Not yet! Didn't you buy your book back today? It hasn't worked yet! ”。

I stood still, this time I was really stupid!

So I've been dreaming for the past two days? And is it a dream within a dream?

But I'm not lying in bed, am I? Sleepwalking?

I clearly remember that I had asked the teacher to memorize the book, and I was criticized by the teacher for not working hard at all......

Turn back the clock?

My mind was racing, and the scene was no less than the earth exploding, the moon falling, and the sun turning black......

Oh, my God! What has the world done to me? What the hell is going on?!

By the way, that magazine......

Don't? …… I hurriedly went to my bag to rummage through the copy of "Wanlai Technology" that I had just bought, and the result was - empty.

There is not half a shadow of this magazine in the bag at all!

Squatting on the bed, I quietly pulled up the quilt, lay down, lay flat, took a deep breath, maybe it was time to see a doctor!