The sea breeze blew gently, spreading the brilliant golden pigment that had been sprinkled on the surface of the sea. The golden color spreads slowly, blending with the soft golden sand on the shore. As far as the eye can see, this golden line, which separates the sea and the sky, seems to be a metaphor for something.

Zhang Yue watched the miraculous creation of nature with great interest, but she was not interested in the angry white dream. "Answer me, why are you here?" Bai Meng saw Zhang Yue's indifference, which made him difficult to accept, in his heart, he himself was the protagonist of this story, and no one could go against his plot.

"I came here, but I didn't expect there to be such a great beach." While enjoying the beautiful scenery, Zhang Yue did not forget to answer Bai Meng's boring questions.

"You! What is this attitude? Bai Meng shouted.

Zhang Yue was finally reluctant to take her eyes off the beautiful scenery and took a deep look at Bai Meng, how ridiculous the feigned anger looked. Perhaps, Bai Meng thought that his anger was enough to hide the fear in his heart, but in Zhang Yue's eyes, his fear was magnified countless times, and the so-called anger had already been disillusioned like fireworks.

"Your name is Mengying, right?" Zhang Yue no longer paid attention to the poor girl, but began to officially the girl who had been silent.

"Hmm."

Zhang Yue said: "You should know who I'm looking for, right?" ”

Bai Meng was startled, looked at the always weak girl beside her, and suddenly felt inexplicably uneasy: "Mengying, you..."

"Bai Meng, this is a little bit of my personal matter, can you avoid it first? I'll take care of it. I'll come back to you later. Meng Ying smiled, her slender hand caressed Bai Meng's face, and the warmth seeped into Bai Meng's heart, making him nod involuntarily and turn away.

Zhang Yue said: "Are you confident? ”

Meng Ying straightened her long hair, raised her head, and couldn't see the slightest fear between her eyebrows: "In his story, I have a perfect ending with him. We will get married and have a pair of lovely dragon and phoenix fetuses.

It doesn't matter if you're a brother or sister. Then we will live happily ever after. ”

Zhang Yue sighed: "You should know better than anyone else, can't even you tell the difference between dream and reality?" Dream Demon. ”

"His dreams will come true, I believe in him. If you don't believe it, look at his dream! Meng Ying's hands were opened, and golden words of light suddenly rose on the sand under his feet, floating around. There are more and more words of light, and the golden light is more and more dazzling, and finally it directly engulfs this piece of sand.

In the golden light, Meng Ying was wearing a holy wedding dress, Bai Meng was wearing a straight black suit, and the two walked hand in hand on the red carpet. The sacred music sounded, Bai Meng brought a ring for Mengying, and said gently: "Marry me, no matter whether you are rich or poor, whether you are born, old, sick or dead, are you willing to love me, take care of me, stay together for the rest of your life, and be my wife?" ”

Meng Ying couldn't help laughing: "Shouldn't this be the priest's line?" ”

Bai Meng smiled: "Then are you willing or unwilling?" Anyway, I'm willing to do what I just said."

"Hmm. I do. ”

The picture changed again, Meng Ying was lying on the hospital bed lovingly hugging the two babies in her arms, and Bai Meng was watching obsessively on the side. But this heartwarming picture didn't last long before it was shattered. Zhang Yue waved her hand and stroked away all these pictures.

"It's beautiful, but I can't see it. That's what I see. Zhang Yue said with black and white pupils.

A picture appears in the void. Meng Ying's hand lifted slightly, caressing one face after another. These faces are old and young, male and female, but no matter which one they are, they all look dull, as if they have lost their souls. The picture suddenly changes, and these people are dying one after another, in all sorts of bizarre ways.

Zhang Yue asked: "Is it his dream to kill innocents indiscriminately?" ”

Meng Ying's face was a little ugly: "What do you know?" Happiness requires sacrifice! This is the need of the plot, no way! As soon as she finished speaking, a huge force shook her several meters away, almost killing her, but also injured her indistinctly, and the pale face contrasted sharply with the blood red on the side of her mouth.

Zhang Yue was angry, even if he couldn't see it by looking at his face, but Fang Cai's sudden burst of soul power was enough to prove how terrible the anger in his heart was at the moment. "Do you know what you just said? What is the need for a plot? Do you think it's a play house? Killing innocents, and talking about greatness, who gave you the guts? Zhang Yue reprimanded

Meng Ying had blood in her mouth, but her expression calmed down: "So what, what does it matter to me whether other people's lives or deaths?" I just want our happiness, that's enough. Now it's up to you. But... Can you let him go, he's just a poor fellow, he dreams every day, but no one approves of him..."

"You keep saying that you only want your own happiness, but you are begging me to let him live for a day? Don't you feel paradoxical? You know he's wrong, but you still want to help him, why? Killing people isn't good for your cultivation either, is it? Tell me why, and I'll probably let him go. Zhang Yue said coldly.

“... He's actually a very ordinary teenager..."

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I am a dream demon, and by absorbing the essence of human dreams, I can travel through dreams, and even change dreams. I am weak, and my strongest ability is only to use my control of dreams to hypnotize humans and make them act according to my prompts. However, hypnosis has a limited effect and does not cause real damage. So, I've always wanted to be stronger.

Therefore, I shuttle back and forth in various dream realms every day, absorbing a small amount of essence in my dreams to improve my cultivation. But I found that human dreams are getting worse and worse, and the scenes in the dreams are always the same and nothing new. Is there only this bit of fun left for human beings in the beauty of the world?

I began to observe human life. I found that humans are terrible creatures, mechanically repeating the same thing every day, but enjoying it. Go to work, get off work, make money, have fun, and execute orders like a machine. I really don't know whether to praise human discipline or laugh at human boredom.

Gradually, I lost interest in human beings, and I was tired of even their dreams. Until one day, I saw him. That ordinary but not willing to be mediocre teenager. I entered his dream and saw a magnificent world. A world I've never seen before.

In his dreams, there are love and hatred, magical myths, and rural trivialities, and all kinds of worlds collide in his dreams, bursting out with fierce sparks. I have never seen a dream like this, grand and delicate, as vast as the universe and able to hold thousands of stars.

At the time, I thought he must be someone different. But that's not the case. He is average-looking, and he doesn't like to dress up, and he is sloppy every day, looking like a clown. I'm a little incredulous, why would such a person have such a strange and interesting idea? My interest in him intensified, and since then, his dreams have become my permanent sustenance.

Every day, in addition to admiring his dreams, I observe his life. One day, I learned his name, and his name was Bai Meng. Just like his name, he's a natural daydreamer. Others laugh at him, but I like him, for every dream demon, people who love to dream and can dream are worthy of liking.

Bai Meng is often alone in a daze, and new worlds begin to be created in his mind. He thinks a lot and complicated, and often thinks about it, and he can't tell the difference between dream and reality. I still remember one time, he suddenly hugged a girl and cried during class, saying some lines that he didn't understand. The girl was so frightened that she pushed Bai Meng away, leaving a red slap mark on his face.

At first, he was only subject to a minor punishment. Unexpectedly, after the dean of academic affairs criticized him for a while, he said righteously: "You can't blame me, I'm just thinking too obsessed to be like this!" How can you punish me, geniuses can have such an obsession! ”

I really dare to say it, such arrogant words. In the end, he was almost expelled from school, and if it wasn't for his parents, they spent a fortune to keep his degree. Even so, Bai Meng was suspended from school for a year. In the past year, Bai Meng still dreamed every day as before, but he wrote down his dreams. He hoped to use words to let the world understand his dreams and recognize his greatness.

He forgot to sleep and eat, and spent most of the day typing out the beginning of his first story on the computer in his room, which was also the beginning of a dream. He was so excited that he laughed in the room like a child, and he read the lines from the story over and over again, as if he were reciting the most beautiful poem in the world.

However, he was greeted not by the approval of his parents, but by his mother's abuse and his father's disappointed eyes. Bai Meng was puzzled, he was obviously trying to find a breakthrough, this was his first time creating a story, isn't this something to be proud of? But his parents only gave him four words, and he didn't do his job.

I'm a dream demon, and I don't know the logic of human thinking. But I probably know that the only one that the couple is talking about is the score that can be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University. Bai Meng was very disappointed, he didn't write it himself. So I deleted all the nearly 10,000 words that I had written with great difficulty. He started writing again and finally got a second accusation.

His computer was smashed and torn apart, his few books were torn up, and the pages flew all over the holiday, some sticking to his face.

“... Why? Is my dream so worthless? ”

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I feel so distressed, I want to tell him that I like his dreams very much, but I can't say. No human wants to listen to a demon's encouragement. He carried his parents on his back and continued his dream. In one year, he completed his debut novel. He thought that he had succeeded, and that his dream would be accepted by the people, and I hoped so.

Because I really like that story, it's a story of a dream demon and a man falling in love.