The little boy patted the little girl's messy hair with his dirty little hand and said with relief: "Don't worry, I will definitely become very powerful in the future!" I will take Black Pigeon No. 1 to the Circumnavigation of Space City, to the North Luoxing, to many strange places, and to play against many legendary masters. One day, I will return, and when that time comes, I will definitely have the ability to ignite the artificial star that has been abandoned for 300 years above the ruined star, so that everyone living in darkness has the right to bathe in the sun. ”

The little girl blew her nose for a long time, pursed her small mouth, and said in a disdainful tone: "Stupid brother, I'm bragging again, I really don't know how to be ashamed." You can't beat Wang Xiaozhuang from the garbage heap next door, and you have to go to the space city. There are telekinesis everywhere, and it is estimated that the master who sweeps the floor can crush you to death with one finger. ”

The little boy's old face turned red: "Did you see me fighting with Wang Xiaozhuang yesterday?" …… That's because there are so many of them, so many of them! Got it! If I fight him one-on-one, how can his thin arms and legs be my opponent? ”

"Huh." The little girl sneered, "What about Sister Wheat?" The day before yesterday, I saw you, Wang Xiaozhuang and a group of boys hiding behind sandbags and peeking at Sister Mai taking a bath. As a result, she put on a windbreaker and chased her out, and chased so many of you boys on her back by herself, beating her to the point of crying dad and calling her mother, and her fart and urine flowed......"

The little boy was annoyed and angry, and raised his hand to fight: "Are you looking for death?" ”

"I think it's you who are looking for death, stupid brother!" The little girl picked up a broom bigger than her on the ground and covered the little boy's face all over the place, "If I don't beat you for three days, I will go to the house to uncover the tiles, right?" ”

"I warn you, don't put this broom on me again, there's a limit to my patience with you women! ……”

Syllable!

"Oops, don't slap your face, it hurts!"

Smack! Bang bang!

"Oh, auntie, I was wrong! Stop it! Stop it! I really know it's wrong, I don't dare! ”

The little boy was beaten so much that he had no power to fight back, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, so he had to run away. In the midst of the fighting, the phantoms of the little boy and the little girl disappeared into the depths of the garbage area.

With the flickering candle flame, the last glimmer of the past phantom light disappeared.

……

Mu Yang raised his head and roared, and his head, which was forced to be pressed on the ground by thousands of hands, slowly lifted it up little by little.

With difficulty, he reached forward and took a step.

Fifty-two steps.

Countless people want him to give in, but as long as there is one person waiting for him in front of him, he will desperately move forward!

Forty-six steps.

Joys and sorrows, glory, lust, remembrance, youth. None of this makes any sense.

Remorse, fate, love, history, fame and fortune, how ridiculous!

Thirty-eight steps.

The whole dream began to scream slightly. This is the most unruly and heroic soul who has ever visited this world.

Thirty-two steps.

The eye sockets were moist. Tears and rain mingled.

It's too hard, it's too hard.

Twenty-nine steps.

Why, why did he, a young man, have to bear all this? In the long river of history, so many people who control their minds and so many strong people who have gone down in history have not done it, why do you ask him to do it as an unknown teenager?

Twenty-eight steps.

Just because he's different? Just because he loves freedom? Just because he is unruly and never bows his head?

Eleven steps.

The knuckles of his fingers pressed against the ground began to turn white and distort. The dark sky of this dream began to distort.

……

Two steps.

One-step.

Finally, he arrived. He did it.

But there was no reference in front of him. Waiting for him at the destination was a large pile of meaningless plastic garbage, like silent laughter and frolicking at him.

He was speechless. A rough painting slowly floated down from mid-air. There was a blank canvas with only a crooked, indistinct red square.

"What are you drawing?"

"It's the sun. Didn't the people in the book say that the sun is big, very red, and that it burns with a flame that never goes out. So, the sun should look like this. ”

"Brother, are your eyes in the sand?"

"Brother, are you crying?"

"Why are you crying, brother?"

……

Mu Yang stretched out his hand to the sky, and the thin piece of paper fell slowly along countless raindrops and fell into his hand.

That was the reference for what he had fought for until now, and for him to return to the real world.

The sun in the real world is round; And since then, the sun of every dream Muyang has made is square. That's the intersection of reality and dreams, and it's the only difference.

It also turned into a lighthouse for Muyang. In countless dreams, as long as the lighthouse exists, Muyang will never lose his way and lose himself.

That is his reference.

In the distance, countless faceless people wailed. They are aware of their end, but they still don't want to let go, and they want to fight to the death.

"I ...... Want...... Awake...... Come ......"

You are Muyang, but who are we? We also have Muyang's face, but who is the heart under this face?

"I ...... Want...... Awake...... Come ......"

You finally remember yourself, but what about us? We also want to find ourselves and get out of here.

"I ...... Want...... Awake...... Come ......"

Forget it, go for it. Go for it, go where you need to be, this is not where you should be.

"I ...... Want...... Awake...... Come ......"

I hope that one day, you will be able to solve the mystery of dreams and help every selfless soul finally remember themselves.

The whole dream began to shake slightly. The dense dark clouds that had accumulated over the 30,000 years above the ruined star began to spread, revealing a blue starry sky.

The faceless crowd in the dream began to fall apart, and at the same time, huge blue wings slowly grew on Mu Yang's back. As the dark sky vanished, his weak wings grew deeper and stronger.

He began to flap his wings slowly, once, twice.

Gather strength and wait for the wind.

In between the next swings, he leaped upward, directly out of the gravitational pull of the earth. He flew! Rush to the end of the canopy, pointing to the sky.

Muyang flies higher and higher, and flies higher and higher.

He lowered his head and saw countless faces like himself, looking up at himself quietly, with longing eyes.

He flew higher and higher, higher and higher. Gradually detached from the ruined star. Countless stars became bright spots in the galaxy in his eyes.

He flew higher and farther.

He flew to the center of the universe, the abode of the gods.

He woke up from his dream.