"Who am I?"

Late at night, Wu Xianfan stood by the window, looking at the crescent moon in the sky and muttering to himself. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The soft moonlight shone on Wu Xianfan's body, and his pale face actually smiled.

How long has it been since you laughed?

I'm afraid Wu Xianfan himself can't remember it clearly. Raise the red wine in your hand and toast the wonderful sky. The scarlet liquid slipped from his mouth, like a vampire's delicious dinner, turning into rose petals in mid-air, bringing all thoughts into the night.

"If I could turn back time, would I be able to choose a good dream?"

The blood-red wine drops finally dripped onto a worn-out notebook in Wu Xianfan's hand, staining a small piece of red, as vivid as bloodstains.

This notebook used to be Wu Xianfan's most precious thing.

When Wu Xianfan was ten years old, his mother bought him this notebook with a small lock, which Wu Xianfan liked very much.

Mother told Wu Xianfan, saying: "This is a dream notebook with magical powers, in the future, all the things that Fan Fan can think of and dream about will be written in the notebook, and then when he grows very tall and taller than his mother, these things recorded in the notebook will come true." ”

Wu Xianfan was so excited that he didn't sleep all night that night and wrote the great composition in his notebook.

"I want to open a restaurant with delicious food, good drink, dad, mom, and lots and lots of toys."

After finishing writing, Wu Xianfan carefully locked the notebook, afraid that if he accidentally crushed the words, the dream would not work. In the end, Wu Xianfan solemnly locked the book in the strongest tin box and put it away.

Wu Xianfan asked his mother: "Will the dream book really come true my dream?" ”

Mom said: "Definitely, as long as Fan Fan eats a lot of meals every day, his dream will come true." ”

Wu Xianfan asked his mother, "Has my dream come true?" ”

Mom said, "It's almost over, the sail has to be so high that the dream will come true." ”

Wu Xianfan asked his mother: "I will be obedient, will the dream come sooner?" ”

Mom said, "Silly kid ・・・・・・"

Since then, Wu Xianfan has never asked his mother about dreams.

When Wu Xianfan was 12 years old, his mother died of cancer.

At the funeral, Xianfan didn't cry or make trouble. It's not like a child who has just lost his mother, it's so calm that even adults find it strange. On the contrary, it was the father, who cried like a child.

The night the funeral ended. Wu Xianfan took out his most important notebook, which read, "Mom must come back on time." The sail soon grew taller. ”

Since then, Wu Xianfan has become more well-behaved and sensible, eating well and studying hard. Let the father, who was initially worried that Wu Xianfan would not be able to bear the blow, also put his mind at ease.

"The child is too young to be sensible." That's what Dad thought.

As time passed, Wu Xianfan gradually grew taller, and by the time Wu Xianfan was in high school, he was already significantly taller than his mother. But Mom still hasn't come back?

Doesn't Wu Xianfan understand the truth?

But Wu Xianfan firmly chose to believe, but the truth was so pale and powerless, until this moment, Wu Xianfan completely collapsed. He ran to a corner that no one knew about and cried violently. The next day, like a person who has nothing to do, go back to school.

The more painful things are, the deeper people will always bury them in the depths of their hearts.

That year, Wu Xianfan was admitted to a university outside the province with excellent results.

Wu Xianfan chose to study psychology and study dreams.

He believed that dreams could experience reality, move towards reality, and even return to reality.

What a crazy idea. Everybody thought he was crazy. He began an endless stream of experiments, from drug guidance to physical stimulation, and even sought other ways to start. But in the end, it failed.

No one can understand this madman. Even, his dad.

"I can't understand you." Wu Xianfan's father said.

Wu Xianfan looked at his father in silence and did not speak.

Dad wanted to take Wu Xianfan to see a psychiatrist, and when Dad had just made an appointment with a doctor, Wu Xianfan took the initiative to move into a psychiatric hospital.

Wu Xianfan said: "I am willing to accept treatment. ”

Every day, in addition to talking to doctors, Wu Xianfan talks more about patients.

After a month, the doctor came to the conclusion that "Wu Xianfan has quick thinking, novel ideas, good attitude, and normal behavior." Disease-free. ”

But Wu Xianfan still stayed in the mental hospital. Talk to the patients every day.

Once, Wu's father took his old buddy Wu Zhu to visit Wu Xianfan. Father Wu hopes that Wu Zhu can persuade his son to live like a normal person.

That day, Wu Zhu chatted with Wu Xianfan for five hours. But in Wu Zhu's eyes, Wu Xianfan's behavior is more like a persistent and rigorous scholar. Wu Xianfan's everything is to contribute to the development of psychology. Wu Zhu admired the nephew in front of him. And encouraged him, saying that if there is anything academic need to help, you can come to him.

Since then, Wu's father has also let Wu Xianfan go.

・・・・・・

"The thing I regret the most in my life is to give that evil book to that child." Wu Zhu said with a little choked up.

As the director of the Education Bureau, Wu Zhu had access to all kinds of books, and on one occasion, the authorities seized down a pagan religion and confiscated some books on gods and demons. These books were finally delivered to Wu Zhu, who looked through them slightly, and there was a book that briefly described dreams from the aspects of yin and yang changes and spiritual rotation. At that moment, Wu Zhu felt that this kind of book could bring some help to Wu Xianfan, who was studying dreams, so he sent the book to Wu Xianfan.

Just over a month after the book was delivered, the bad news came that Wu Xianfan had committed suicide. Wu Zhu didn't connect this aspect at that time, and he was very surprised and regretful at that time.

It turned out that after Wu Xianfan saw the books on gods and ghosts, it was like opening a new continent in the field that he had been in the dust for many years. He looked for a lot of relevant information, but in the end he chose a path of no return.

"Under the waning moon, trapped in dreams, eating dreams and returning, incarnated as nightmares." The stone said calmly.

Wu Zhu trembled slightly, he tried his best to control his emotions and said: "I clearly remember Wu Xianfan telling him in his dream that he wanted to construct a real dream, if all the people fell into the dream, wouldn't the dream be reality?" Reality will become the new dream. ”

"He may have been lost." After listening to Wu Xianfan's experience, combined with the nightmares he had seen, Shi said.

The nightmare that the stone sees is a dream eater, not a dreamer.

"Can you take me to see Wu Xianfan's relics?" Stone said suddenly.

"Now?"

"It's urgent."

"Old Wu's house is nearby, I'll take you there."

A five-minute drive, Wu Zhu took the stone and Wu Xiaoran to an old community. The community is almost a small bungalow, dilapidated and full of traces of history. It is in stark contrast to the surrounding high-rise buildings.

As soon as you enter this community, the stone here is strong yin, and the ghosts parade, although it will not appear like evil ghosts, but it is obviously very strange, this is obviously a residential area, a place where human beings live, and the yang energy gathers, how can the yin energy be so heavy?

The stone became very cautious, and his heart was faintly uneasy.

"It's ・・・・・ a little cold here." Wu Xiaoran shrank and said in a low voice.

The stone was silent.

Wu Zhu took the stone and Wu Xiaoran around and around, and after entering and exiting from this one, they entered another alley, and in less than half a cup of tea, the three of them stopped in front of a courtyard house.

Shi Shi was a little surprised, there was such a magnificent mansion in this densely populated community of bungalows, with a towering wall, a huge wooden door, and an antique plaque hanging on the door, which read Wu House.

If you hang two big red lanterns on both sides, the statues of two white stone lions in front of the door are simply the houses of large families in ancient times. Stone looked at it in his heart.

Wu Zhu was a little surprised when he saw the stone, and explained: "The Wu family is a scholarly family, and this house is handed down from the ancestors. Because the ancestors of the Wu family had a famous writer, it was protected by the government and preserved. ”

Wu Zhu said and went up and knocked on the door. Wu Xianfan's father, Wu Guoyi, was also a man of letters and a professor of Chinese studies at the Chinese University of Chinese. In order to preserve the historical traces of the house to the greatest extent, Wu Guoyi didn't even install a doorbell in front of the door, so he basically roared to call the door.

"Guoyi, I'm Wu Zhu, there is something urgent for you, old man, open the door quickly." Wu Zhu shouted while banging on the door.

But no one responded after shouting for a long time, so Wu Zhu stopped and prepared to call Wu Guoyi. Just when Wu Zhu just took out his mobile phone, the wooden door of Nuoda slowly opened. A cold wind blew out of the door, and it was a bit biting.

"Huh?" Wu Zhu originally thought that Wu Guoyi had come to open the door, but when he looked inside the door, he didn't see a single figure, "Could it be that this door is broken?" ”

Wu Zhu didn't think much about it, and hurriedly walked into the house with two people, Wu Zhu was also quite familiar with it, and walked directly to the location of the hall. Usually at this time, Wu Guoyi will drink tea in the hall.

In the night sky, dark clouds obscured the moon and the stars dimmed. An old man stood in the hallway, dressed in a tunic and on crutches, with his eyes fixed on the road.

When Wu Zhu saw the old man, he quickened his pace and walked up, and said, "Old Wu・・・・・・・"

"Dispel!" A loud shout interrupted Wu Zhu, and the stone sprinted forward, crossed Wu Zhu, and came to Wu Guoyi, with his two fingers together, carrying the power of exorcism and stabbing Wu Guoyi's forehead.

But before his fingers touched Wu Guoyi, Wu Guoyi disappeared.

"Turning reality into fiction!" Stone was shocked.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." There were strange voices in the darkness, men and women, or rather, the overlapping of many voices.

"What is this?" The change came too quickly, and in a breath, the old man disappeared, and the stone stood in front of him, talking to the darkness.

"Grandpa Wu, your old buddy is dead." Stone said.

"What!" Wu Zhu almost fainted, but Wu Xiaoran supported him. But Wu Xiaoran, who had never seen such a strange phenomenon, was pale with fright at the moment. Fortunately, he has a foundation in martial arts, so he won't faint.

The stone that was originally facing away from the two jumped into the air, a backflip, turned his finger in the air, and drew a circle on the ground, encircling Wu Zhu and Wu Xiaoran, and when the stone landed, the circle emitted a faint light. The stone stood in front of Wu Xiaoran, took out two red ropes, tied them to the hands of the two of them, and said, "Remember, you must not leave this circle before dawn." ”

After saying that, he broke into the night. Wu Xiaoran, who was originally panicked, looked at the disappearing back, and his heart gradually calmed down.

"Tonight, it's a fierce battle." Stone groaned.