Thinking of the crux of the matter, Zhang Ning didn't have the slightest feeling of waiting, she had to ask about the ancient painting first, otherwise her life would not be peaceful, why were the things that happened in the dream so real, just like her previous life, she felt that if she had been immersed in it, she would not help but enter the dream, and live in the dream.

Zhang Ning quickly found the landlord's phone from the corner of the address book, she hesitated for a while, and finally made up her mind to pull out the phone, the phone was quickly connected, Zhang Ning and the landlord's aunt exchanged a few words and began to try to ask her about the ancient painting: "Auntie, I want to ask, where did the painting you hung at the head of my bed come from?" "Painting? What kind of painting? The aunt on the other end of the phone looked a little confused, as if she hadn't reacted to what she was talking about. Zhang Ning wanted to find out the origin of the painting, so he continued to patiently describe it to the landlord's aunt: "It's an ink painting with a man painted on it. Someone seemed to be calling her on Auntie's side, and she said in a loud voice, "Oh, I can't remember what it was like when you moved in, and what it is like now." What's wrong, what's wrong? Zhang Ning was shocked, when the landlord aunt rented the house to herself, there was no painting in the room, she originally thought that the landlord aunt came to hang the amount, but now it seems that the landlord aunt does not know, she said with a smug feeling: "It's nothing, I just asked by the way, auntie, you are busy, I hung up." After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ning raised his head to look at the ancient painting of unknown origin hanging on the head of the bed, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, and even the man who looked very pleasing to the eye in the painting was also a little weird at this time.

Zhang Ning thought about it, quickly threw off her slippers, climbed onto the bed, carefully took down the painting, and then slowly rolled the painting, stuffed it into the depths of the drawer, and after a series of actions, she couldn't see this weird painting anymore, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and fell asleep on the bed.

This time, she began to dream again, but no one appeared in the dream this time, she only saw herself walking in a forest full of thick fog, she couldn't see anything clearly, even the road under her feet was nothing, she could only see a blurry white, she staggered forward in this fog, she kept walking in the dream, she couldn't hear a sound, she couldn't see a person, everything was nothing. But she inexplicably felt a little flustered.

When she opened her eyes with difficulty from the dream, Zhang Ning's head was about to explode, she looked at the empty wall for a while, and then went to work with two dark circles under her eyes.

In the process of going to work, she has been restless, she can't do anything well, and her mind has been repeating the dreams she has had in the past few days. She looked at the tedious work in front of her and the boring colleagues around her, although she was working on the surface, she had been silently muttering in her heart: If only that dream were true, she could escape her current life. But when she fantasized, someone broke her dream, Linda, her least favorite colleague in the company, came over and put a large stack of information on her desk, she came back to her senses, pushed her glasses, and wanted to refuse a little helplessly, but she didn't know how to speak, this is Linda also smiled at her charmingly, blinked, and said to her: "Help, tidy it up for me before you get off work." "Okay." She sighed, still not having the courage to refuse. She has only one thought in her mind now: I want to leave work, I want to go home.

After returning home from work at night, Zhang Ning put aside the troubles, and deliberately didn't think about the weird old painting, didn't think about the dreams she had, she made herself a hearty dinner, and then ate dinner alone, and then took a shower and washed her clothes after eating, she deliberately wanted to kill her time, but when she was busy with everything and lay on the bed, she glanced at the time, and then wailed in disbelief: "Oh, why is it still so early, I'm really going crazy." ”

She began to pick up her mobile phone and swipe Weibo, but she couldn't see it in her mind at all, she always unconsciously remembered the dream she had a few nights ago, in the dream she was a young lady from a big family, she got acquainted with a painter, and began to have a private meeting with him, what happened later? What will happen next, Zhang Ning rolled around on the bed, her mind was full of the shadow of the painter, her face was red, and she couldn't wait to enter the dream again and see what would happen.

She looked at the place where the painting had been hung on the wall, and now it was empty and there was nothing because she had taken it down, and she remembered the dream she had had last night, and she knew more clearly that there was something strange about the painting, but she still couldn't control the longing in her heart. She slowly walked towards the place where the ancient paintings were placed, and then opened the drawer, and when she saw the contents of the drawer, she breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, the ancient paintings are still inside." ”

She quickly took out the ancient painting, unfolded it, and hung it in its original place, and then she turned off the lamp and fell asleep on the bed. She couldn't wait to get into the dream.

A day has passed, two days have passed, a week has passed, Zhang Ning has not gone to work again, she has not asked for leave, the phone cannot be reached, and the people in their company have not seen her for a long time.

When the colleague took Zhang Ning's address to find the door of Zhang Ning's house, but couldn't open the door of Zhang Ning's house, the colleague looked at Zhang Ning's closed door, felt that something was wrong, he inexplicably had a feeling of panic, he thought about it, walked to the opposite side and knocked on the door of Zhang Ning's neighbor, the neighbor is an otaku with glasses, knocked for a long time, and then slowly opened the door with a mess of hair, it is estimated that he has just woken up.

The colleague asked him politely: "I'm sorry, I want to ask, where did the girl who lived across from you go?" ”

The otaku fan stared at his eyes, scratched his hair, and it took a long time to seem to understand what he was asking, he first stretched out his head to look at Zhang Ning's house, and then replied: "I don't know either, but when I came out to get takeout, I occasionally heard some movement in her house, where did she go?" Thinking about the door that he couldn't knock on, the colleague asked the otaku again, "When was the last time you heard movement?" ”

The otaku lowered his eyes and scratched his chin, and then he hesitated: "It was about ten o'clock, when I had a stomach, I came out to get a takeout, and after eating, I went back to sleep, and now I don't know." ”

The colleague listened to the otaku's words and thought to himself, he rushed to Zhang Ning's door, and then kicked Zhang Ning's door a few times. The little eyes that were still hanging at the door were stunned by his series of actions, and he hadn't reacted to what was happening, his little eyes hiding behind the glasses flashed and flashed, as if he was frightened, and then he seemed to be conscious, and when he was about to shout, he saw that the man had just rushed out of it and shouted at him: "What are you doing stupidly, call an ambulance!"

Zhang Ning's colleague had a hunch, when she rushed to Zhang Ning's room, she saw that Zhang Ning's room was dim, the curtains were closed, and no light came in, like a dead man's tomb, without a trace of life. The room was probably full of leftover garbage piled up inside, emitting a pungent smell, Zhang Ning's colleague didn't have time to turn on the light, and saw a black shadow lying on the ground in the dim light from the door that had just been kicked open, he rushed over with a stride, and helped the black shadow up, sure enough, it was Zhang Ning, I saw Zhang Ning with his eyes closed, his face was pale, he picked her up and rushed out of the door, almost tripped over an empty bottle, he subconsciously looked down, it was a sleeping pill bottle that had been emptied, He scolded: "It's really terrible." He directly hugged Zhang Ning out, and by the way, he didn't forget to command the little glasses at the door to call the police.

But when he came out, he didn't notice an ancient painting hanging at the head of Zhang Ning's bed, on which there was a strange man who couldn't distinguish the dynasty, he was dressed in white, and his face was sad and sad.

When the news of Zhang Ning's suicide by taking sleeping pills in her rental house came out, no one could believe the news, from her boss and colleagues to her friends and relatives, no one could figure out why this seemingly quiet and timid girl had the courage to commit suicide, and no one could understand the reason for her suicide, after all, she had not encountered anything particularly bad recently.

But no matter how big it happened, it didn't happen to you, it was someone else's business, and everyone soon stopped discussing the topic, and everyone forgot about her. Except for Zhang Ning's parents and the colleague in her company, Wang Lei.

may be because he personally pulled Zhang Ning back from the ghost gate, and he also felt that he had more responsibility for Zhang Ning, so he came to the hospital every once in a while to see Zhang Ning and enlighten her.

No matter how Zhang Ning's parents asked, they just couldn't ask the reason for the suicide from her mouth, and everyone thought there was no hope. But one afternoon, when Wang Lei came to the hospital to see Zhang Ning again.

Zhang Ning looked at Wang Lei, who was peeling fruit for him, and said to him: "Actually, I didn't commit suicide. Wang Lei suspected that something was wrong with his ears, he stopped cutting fruit, looked up in disbelief, and asked, "What?" Zhang Ning didn't speak again, he looked at the white sheet covering him silently with a pale face, as if he wanted to see a hole in the sheet.

Wang Lei was aroused by her words, there was no way to easily when she didn't say this sentence, there was no way to act as if nothing happened, walked to Zhang Ning's side, looked at Zhang Ning who was lowering her head, and wanted her to explain things clearly, Zhang Ning noticed Wang Lei's gaze, and finally made up his mind, raised his head and looked directly at Wang Lei's gaze, and slowly said: "I didn't commit suicide, I just accidentally ate too many sleeping pills, and I didn't finish a bottle at a time, which I ate several times." ”

Wang Lei looked at Zhang Ning who explained to him, and suddenly felt that her joke was really big, Zhang Ning hesitated for a while, and said a little embarrassedly: "Actually, I tried the amount a few times before, and there is nothing at all when I eat a few more pills each time, this time it was just a mistake." Believe me, I didn't even think about suicide. ”

Wang Lei didn't wait for her to finish speaking, he directly interrupted him and asked him the question in his heart: "So, can you tell me why you want to take sleeping pills?"

"For the sake of dreaming, dream some sweet dreams." Zhang Ning returned without thinking.

Wang Lei felt that his brows were about to be distorted, and he felt that he couldn't understand the magical brain circuit of the woman in front of him. When Wang Lei felt that his worldview had been impacted. Zhang Ning added: "I know that you saved me, so I told you my secret, this matter is very complicated, I can explain to you slowly in the future, now, can you please do me a favor." Zhang Ning really couldn't find anyone who could help her.

Wang Lei frowned, and asked with some confusion: "What are you busy with?" I can't necessarily do it. ”

"No, you can." Zhang Ning was lying on the hospital bed smiling, with a fanatical expression on his face, looking like a mentally ill person, which gave people goosebumps. She said, "Help me get my painting, which is at the head of my bedroom bed, and it's an old painting of a man. ”