Compared with the sweet troubles, Lin Xie entered a dream realm organized by many dreams. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

One moment you may be walking through the waves, the next you may be jumping off an unknown tower, or kissing a strange woman, with the innocent scent of flowers and bones remaining between your lips and teeth.

He is afraid that he will be mixed up by various thoughts and lose his "self", and forget what kind of identity he is and how to survive.

And a variety of lives are carried out from his Lin Xie's first perspective, which is transmitted to the central nervous system in a real way, and then gives him a wake-up call.

"You may not be able to get out."

On the one hand, curiosity wanders between dreams, and on the other hand, fear and understanding of one's own reality in dreams.

Whew, he felt his ears stimulated by a sharp sound, and opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a simple but clean coffee table with a cup of steaming water on it, and the smell of wheat with a lot of sugar in his nose.

The hacker was behind the teacup, looking at the smoke in a daze, but in fact, most of his attention was on himself, and the flight attendant looked at the dust in the air, and after blowing, she couldn't blow a powerful breath, which was purely boring and fun.

Sleepily looked up, the back of the head and nerves were still half asleep, but the neck was stiff, and the blood seemed to be accumulated there, making him get up uncomfortably, stretch a skeleton and rub his waist, feel the blood in the back of his head begin to circulate, and hunched his back again, staring at the floor in a daze, and began to think about the life that was almost broken.

"What time is it?" Habitually take out the mobile phone, the power seems to never run out, the open staff of this mobile phone must have an obsession with the ultra-long standby, specifically for Lin Xie, a middle-aged mentality person who has no dependence.

"Twelve o'clock at noon...... Well, twelve o'clock ......" he muttered to himself, looking a little dazed, and then there was a long list of WeChat messages underneath.

"We're going grocery shopping, come back at noon, and you wake up and drink a glass of oats first."

"We?" Lin Xie was still half-asleep and half-awake looking up at the simple chandelier on the ceiling, and suddenly found a black spot that he had never found before, he knew that he was a person who cared about the environment enough, and he had never found a black spot next to the chandelier after living for two years.

This point seemed to make his messy thoughts integrate, and then he began to think about the trajectory of his life by winding around the black line, regaining his grasp of the "original self" and by the way laughing at Lin Xie's observational power, because the black dot did not seem to appear suddenly, it had existed for a long time.

While frowning a little depressed, let recent memories fill the brain.

"We!" Lin Xie fully remembered that he was still knocking at the door last night, and then fell asleep dizzily, and Song Yixue, the girl he brought, slept next to his little beauty.

"We ......" He repeatedly recalled the meaning of these two words, thinking in his heart: I haven't seen any friends in this city, and it is really impossible to find any friends from other places to buy vegetables together in a short time, and it is impossible for his parents to come to Wangjing to enter this shared house naturally without saying hello, so it can only be said that Song Yixue, a woman who has lost her footing.

How could these two get together so quickly? Lin Xie got up, felt that the lower half of his body was empty, his face turned red, why didn't he wear pants, only to find that his underwear had also changed.

This girl took advantage of her sleep to die, and changed her underwear, and changed her original clothes very intimately, isn't it unnecessary to put the cart before the horse......

With a red face, Lin Xie returned to the damp and musty room, didn't turn on the light, searched for a basin under the bed in the dark, and then put a bunch of toiletries on the side, and yawned to the toilet in front of the mirror in a sloppy daze.

I only slept for seven hours at most, and I spent several days in my dreams, and I couldn't feel the space to rest when I was busy, but when I woke up, any memory of the dream would be a naughty back, and when he almost caught it, he ran away coquettishly, and shouted that you came to chase me, chase me, such a poor posture.

In front of the mirror, the amount of hair that has not been cut for a month may be due to the bad sleeping posture, and there is four or five centimeters of long hair, all of which are biased to the side of the left ear, which is the same as the one from a few years ago.

The beard has not been shaved for a week, the chin is almost filled with stubble, the amount of oil around the nose is fine, the skin has been dry, but not to the extent of broken skin, but the complexion is really poor, a white one, a red one, it looks like it has been beaten.

With his upper body naked and almost purple marks on his shoulders, he recalled the thrilling last night, and if he was not careful, he might not be able to see his sloppy self alive.

Thinking like this, his spirit returned, opened his eyes suddenly, closed them again, took a deep breath, let his brain empty, and opened his eyes again, but he was frightened by the sight and took a few steps back.

The stewardess in front of her was located on her side, looking at "Lin Xie" in front of the mirror with her unique expression and penetrating smile, probably to explore something, she deliberately widened her eyes, and then a circle of red marks near the whites of her eyes was particularly eye-catching, and her eyes shrank for no reason, looking like she was deliberately fierce when she cast a curse.

"Sister, what are you doing here?" Lin Xie was so frightened that he didn't want to admit it, obviously his feet were a little weak, and he mustered up the courage to take a few steps forward, and his arm touched the arm of the flight attendant, was it still as cold as ever, making people wonder if he died in the refrigerator.

"Why do you keep staring at yourself? By the way, why did you suddenly become ugly? The flight attendant was not afraid of being touched, on the contrary, she also extremely expected Lin Xie to notice herself, and found that her appearance could arouse his attention to some extent, and deliberately kept her face close to him.

Lin Xie had long been accustomed to the expression of the flight attendant, and just after emptying his brain, he was caught off guard and frightened, just like a person's knee was knocked and his calf would be raised.

He took a basin of water, then wet his face as he said, "There are no ugly men, I mean clean up a little." ”

The stewardess let out a thoughtful "oh ......" on the side, and there was a deliberate laugh of disbelief in her tone.

Lin Xie didn't have any conceit about his appearance, his inner procrastination, and the straight man's mentality of not having to pay attention to his appearance anyway, made him think about repairing his hair and shaving in a few days.

This oh gave him a critical blow, and he tilted his head slightly, looking at the playful smile of the flight attendant.

His face was still wet, and he immediately returned to his room and took out his scissors and razor.

It was very neat to start building, the scissors clicked on the wet hair, and two or three centimeters of hair fell on the bathroom floor, the front cut, the back cut, it seemed to be not much different from the disfigured posture, there was no shape, and the hair was stuck to the head, a little nervous.

Thanks to shaving, there is nothing unusual, just simply apply foam, carefully run it under the nose and chin, and scrape it.

Then, Lin Xie wore a cloak and a look of the stewardess to go out, and began to take off his pants.

The stewardess pouted, her pink lips with some deliberate disdain, as if to say: Cut, who is still looking forward to it.

After Lin Xie washed and cleaned the bathroom, the mirror was full of fog, and he couldn't see his figure, but he felt that his body was light and fluttering, as if a few catties of pressure had been lost.

Blow your hair with a hair dryer, then give yourself a wink with great confidence and push the door open.

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Finally finished his work, and began to write with half-squinted eyes.

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