The middle-aged man said: "It's strange to blame in this dream, everything that happened in this dream, I have nothing to do with it, I'm in my forties this year, I basically haven't been far away, I worked in a newspaper after graduation, I don't know that girl, my grandmother is long gone, my parents are not poor, and the family is not in debt, but I feel very familiar with all this, it seems to be what I have experienced, do you say it's strange?" ”

Li Zifeng's brows are twisted into a ball, what do you mean?

After a moment, it dawned on me.

Marry a dream!

It's someone else's dream again, grafted into the brain of this middle-aged man, yes, it's the clown's ghost!

The middle-aged man whispered: "I'm a writer, what about me, I usually write some positive reports, but I also like these different cultures, I heard that there is a person abroad, who has returned to his soul, he is a seven or eight-year-old child, he can say many things he has experienced in his previous life, he can say his name, where he lives, etc., it is very wonderful, am I also who was reborn into me?" Maybe it's the young guy on the train? ”

Li Zifeng didn't know how to answer, and after thinking for a while, he said: "This dream, I have met a lot before, in fact, it is nothing, it may be some familiar scenes when you watch a movie, or a certain girl you occasionally see, these reflections ......"

To be honest, Li Zifeng can't make it up himself, because this thing really can't be made up, to tell the truth, this is called a dream of marriage, it is someone else's dream, and it was deliberately transferred to his brain, but this kind of thing, will anyone believe it when he says it?

Even if someone believes it and says it to him, does it make sense?

"The human brain is amazing, it will extend a lot of interesting subconscious, or thoughts, but it's nothing, you don't have to go to the heart." Li Zifeng dealt with it casually.

The writer said seriously: "No, it feels very real, it's like I've experienced it myself, I still remember what that girl looks like, I even remember the appearance of my grandmother and parents, but it's definitely not me." ”

Speaking of this, Li Zifeng seemed to have a flash of lightning in his brain, hugged the writer's shoulders with both hands, and said excitedly: "Do you remember clearly? ”

"Right...... That's right. The writer was stunned, and he didn't know why Li Zifeng was suddenly so enthusiastic.

"And you can draw?" Li Zifeng asked expectantly.

The writer smiled, patted his chest, and said, "When I was in college, I took an elective, and I personally think that my art level is still relatively good, what do you want to do?" ”

"Can you draw your parents and your grandmother in your dreams?" Li Zifeng swallowed and foamed, and couldn't wait for his answer.

The writer said: "Yes, yes, the question is, does this have anything to do with dream interpretation? ”

Li Zifeng slapped his thigh and said in a loud voice: "It has something to do with it!" It's very related, you draw it, I'll see if it's a customer who has interpreted dreams, or if it's my colleague who deliberately messed with you, it's all possible! ”

"Okay, okay, give me a pencil, I'll draw it now, and you can look at it carefully when you're done." Li Zifeng immediately arranged for Zhao Xingyue to buy everything she needed, drawing boards, brushes, paper, etc.

I have to say that the art level of this copywriter is really good, and it can be seen that he likes sketching very much, and he painted the first one in just over half an hour.

"Who is this?" Li Zifeng squeezed it in his hand and asked sideways.

The writer said, "This is the father of my dreams. Li Zifeng looked down, it was a kind man, although Li Zifeng didn't understand physiognomy, but from the physiognomy, he was indeed very kind and kind.

"Draw your mother, the one in your dreams."

In about two hours, the writer drew all the parents and grandmother in the dream, Li Zifeng observed carefully, fell into deep thought, and the writer asked in a low voice: "Master, do you see something?" ”

"Huh?" Li Zifeng trembled, came back to his senses, and said, "Oh, I see a little, I seem to have seen this man, if you don't bother, you can also draw the girl you met at the train station, right?" ”

The writer was a little annoyed, and Li Zifeng hurriedly said: "In this way, today's dream interpretation, you don't charge a penny, and in the future, you or your friends come to interpret dreams and come to me, all of them will be 20% off!" ”

If a person can boast that he knows the first dream interpreter in Jiangzhou City, he can get a 20% discount by reporting his name, just imagine what a beautiful thing this is, what a thing to satisfy vanity.

The writer's face bloomed with a smile, and he nodded again and again, "No problem, no problem, I'll draw it for you now, absolutely draw any of her expressions, don't worry!" ”

At noon, Li Zifeng invited the writer to have a meal, called Chao Qingfeng back, and handed over the four sketches, saying: "If my guess is correct, the first three are the clown's parents and grandmother, and the fourth is a girl that the clown liked. ”

After Chao Qingfeng carefully looked at the four sketches, he took a picture of it with his mobile phone and said: "I'll ask a friend to check it, their relationship is very strong, and they know people all over the position, maybe they can find out something useful, but I'm not sure that this is the clown's parents." ”

If you want to marry a dream, you don't need to tell your real experience or dream, right? For a demon like the Joker, who everyone gets to blame, isn't he looking for death by doing this?

So the two discussed, wait and wait.

In the afternoon, after sending off the tenth customer, he was about to close the store, but he didn't expect another one to come, this person Li Zifeng was a little impressed, he had interpreted dreams before, so he must know the rules.

"I only pick up ten people a day, and it's full today." Li Zifeng smiled politely and prepared to close the store.

It was a man of the same age as Li Zifeng, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a popular pot lid, as if there was this hairstyle on those short video apps, with leggings, and a video of shaking his head, the key thing is that there are quite a few people who like to watch it.

"Brother, I had a strange dream, can you make an exception?" When he spoke, he was still holding a selfie stick in his hand, turned back to the mobile phone camera and shouted: "Old iron, I'm about to start interpreting dreams, I'll give you a live broadcast, and I'll give you a gift for a walk." ”

Li Zifeng couldn't cry or laugh, and whispered: "If your live broadcast room is not afraid of being blocked, then you can broadcast it casually, let me tell you first, I am a feudal superstition, if you broadcast this live, I'm afraid it won't do you any good." That's a bit of a tact.

The little anchor was a little entangled, and when he turned off the live broadcast, he would have no gifts to reward, but if the camera was turned on, if Li Zifeng really said something bad, his live broadcast room would be blocked in minutes, and he was entangled for a long time, and said: "Brother, then let's talk slowly, if something is wrong, let's stop immediately, do you think it?" ”

Li Zifeng was a little annoyed, but he still held back, nodded and said, "Okay, tell me about your dream, what's the blame?" ”