Chapter 243: True and False, False and True (Page 1/1)

It is said that a dream is a hundred years, and in the blink of an eye, the white-haired person is ......

Zhang Muyang slept very soundly that night, but the woman she had been thinking about before going to bed never appeared, but the worry in her heart was like falling asleep that night, and she didn't feel the slightest sadness.

That night he seemed to see his future, ten years from now, twenty years from now, thirty years from now......

"Hey, wake up, wake up......"

In the dream, Zhang Muyang heard Xue'er calling him, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell a burst of earthy smell, with a sweet earthy smell, but it seemed to be mixed with a little smell of rotting plants, which was not very kind.

It's just that he suddenly didn't know who threw a big basin of water at him, Zhang Muyang was just startled, and sat up straight.

When he woke up, it was dusk, and rain was pouring down from the sky instead of cold water, and the torrential rain had arrived.

Zhang Muyang, who woke up at this time, found that he didn't know where he was, only that he was lying in a mass grave, and his men were still pressing a petrified skull.

"Dreams?" Zhang Muyang muttered, laughing at himself in a somewhat playful tone.

But when he looked at everything around him, he felt that this dream was too real, as if he was not in a dream at all, and it was himself who did not wake up.

"Smack!" Zhang Muyang suddenly slapped a loud slap on his face, and the hot pain on his face seemed to be constantly reminding him that he was awake now.

"Where is this?" Zhang Muyang muttered, the previous events seemed to be just his dreams, and he was awake at this time.

The rain became heavier and heavier, hitting Zhang Muyang's body, accompanied by the rumbling thunder in the sky, all of which was telling him what was true and what was false.

At this time, Zhang Muyang seemed to be lonely and lonely, but fortunately, he had experienced a more desperate time, so it was a blessing for him in this situation.

The road in the mountains is muddy, and he is already homeless at this time, but at this time he still holds that glimmer of hope and a trace of fantasy in his heart, he wants the rain to fall harder, and the beating hurts him more, so as to wake him up and extinguish this dream......

He walked tremblingly, staggering, falling into the mud puddle from time to time, and falling smoothly under his feet, even if it hurt very much, even if the skin was cut by the stones in the dark, he still walked forward, because there was still a fire burning in his heart, and it was that burning fire that did not make him completely turn into a walking corpse.

He walked and walked, and he didn't know how long it took, until he fell to the mud with a thud and stopped his steps.

The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the woman again, and saw her calling to him with a smile, and that moment was the most peaceful and peaceful time in his life.

In the dream, the woman had been haunting her, whispering to him, lingering with him, his every movement was very light, very slow, very soft, he was afraid of startling the dream, startling the woman, startling the moth by the candlelight.

He just felt heavy, heavy, like he had spent a lifetime.

When he woke up, he found himself sleeping on a pile of dry straw, and a calf staring at him curiously.

"Where is this again?" Zhang Muyang smiled bitterly and turned back again

It's just that the rain outside the thatched hut is still falling, and it's still so heavy.

"It's not a dream!" With a sigh, Zhang Muyang staggered to his feet and walked towards the outside of the house.

"Are you awake?" An old voice came.

Looking for prestige, Zhang Muyang only saw an elderly man who looked to be about fifty or sixty years old, holding a handful of dry straw at him.

"Hmm!" Zhang Muyang answered, lowering his head, not that he didn't want to talk more, but at this time, he only felt that the world was spinning, and his head sank as if it was filled with lead.

"Let's go back and lie down again!" The middle-aged man frowned and said with some concern.

Zhang Muyang looked at the deep and shallow furrow on the elder's face, lowered his head and nodded with some difficulty, and then swayed back to the haystack.

Seeing Zhang Muyang lying down, the middle-aged man came over with hay and covered him with a wry smile and said, "There's nothing to keep warm, you make do with it first." ”

"Thank you......" Zhang Muyang said with difficulty.

The elder looked at him like this and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No thanks, no thanks." After speaking, the corners of his mouth were the same, revealing the two rows of smoky yellow teeth.

Zhang Muyang, who wanted to say more, fell asleep directly as soon as his head hit the straw.

When he woke up again, it was three days later, and it was still the same pile of hay, but outside the hut there was an extra stove, on which a pot of herbs was boiling, and the sound of boiling water was incessant.

He swallowed his saliva, only to feel that his mouth was a little astringent, bitter, and saliva, only to feel that there was some sweet and bitter taste in the aftertaste.

Compared with that day, although Zhang Muyang's head is still a little heavy and swollen today, it is much better than that day, at least he will not faint suddenly.

At the same time, there was a quarrel outside the house, which seemed to be about him.

After walking out in a daze, he only saw a fat woman in a blue and purple robe arguing with the middle-aged man who saved him, the content probably means that the middle-aged man already owes her a lot of money, and if she continues to owe it like this, she can't change it even if she dies by doing long-term work, and if he can't save it, let him die, and he can't take care of himself, and he doesn't care about others.

Although the middle-aged man did not agree with what the woman said, he had to bow his head under the eaves, and he could only nod his head submissively, but his eyes were full of unwillingness.

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