Dreaming is not always pleasant.

Some people will have sweet dreams, and in the dreams they get what they have pursued all their lives, and they rejoice and be infinitely happy; Some people have crimson dreams that make their faces red and their ears hot, and then they have to get up in the middle of the night to wash their shorts; There are also people who have black or red nightmares, which is really sad, there are always some real pressures that quietly slip into the spiritual world, turning into a huge disaster, making you suffer double torture at the spiritual and ** level.

But no one dreams like Eric.

He kept dreaming, dreaming and dreaming.

A series of strange dreams like a skewered movie, and it seems that it will never stop---- one is over, and another one, there is only one audience, no charge, never ends. In the dream, he becomes a plot destroyer, wandering around through the wonderful space, experiencing all kinds of lives, smashing the original definite fate to pieces, trampling the protagonists under their feet, and replacing them to complete all kinds of tasks, repeatedly, never stopping.

Sometimes he and a group of young men appear in the burrows, endowed with infinite energy by the giant light crystal; Sometimes he infiltrates the secret base where the virus is raging and helps the beautiful women struggle for their lives; Sometimes he would meet another group of fellows from the same background as him---- who called themselves Samsara---- and he would have fun seeing: either you kill me, or I kill you.

It's rare to join hands and fight side by side.

Of course, this is not absolute, but it is best to hope that this situation does not happen, as it means that there is a cataclysmic scenario that requires them to work together to escape: the end of the world, the tide of monsters, or the reincarnation of a higher level.

It's a real thing to do.

Eric remembers that several of his teammates had fallen into this kind of disaster, and it was hard to look at...... No matter how hard he tried to save it, he couldn't hold the outstretched hand of those close people for help, and the cries were endless, but he couldn't do anything about it, which made him have endless self-blame.

"Eric," a deep voice called out in his spiritual world. "Eric"

"Who's calling me?" Eric asked groggy, he had just left the previous world and was walking like a walking corpse in an infinite wasteland.

The wind blew from a great distance, rolling up large and small pieces of gravel and hitting his face, forcing him to hide his face with his hands.

"Eric, did you hear that?" The voice asked, hollow as if it had fallen from a great height.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"You're going to be a good guy, Eric." The voice sighed. "Be patient with people, trust them, be tolerant of them."

"Be a good person and be a little more patient." He repeated, repeating it mechanically, tossing and turning it like a spell.

Suddenly, he looked up and looked up at the sky.

There was a huge face in the endless void, the face of a kind-faced bald old man, rising from the horizon and enveloping the entire heavenly vault.

Two pairs of eyes, one large and one small, looked at each other from afar.

Then he woke up.

"Hi, Eric." The red-headed intellectual beauty Qin smiled softly and covered him with a thin quilt. "Dreaming again?"

"Yes, non-stop dreaming." The observation room was brightly lit, and he had just woken up a little uncomfortable.

Noticing this, the piano lowered the brightness of the light, and the light suddenly softened.

"Can you remember something?" She asked.

"Does unpleasantness count?"

Qin hurriedly apologized, paused for a moment and didn't hold back her curiosity, and asked, "But there is always a bright side in life, right?" ”

"A little."

"Can you tell me?"

"Why don't you see for yourself."

Qin hesitated for a moment and didn't stretch out her hand, although as a proud disciple of Professor X, she was capable.

"Then I'm going to Hank, and the professor told me to get my uniform when I get better." Eric said as he got out of bed.

It's been a few days since I've been at the academy, and I've been treated by Jean for a previous coma, and I didn't confirm anything until recently.

Now that the mischievous Mary has enrolled in school, Logan has become a history teacher, and he has not been found, but there will be a new job arrangement soon, didn't the professor ask Hank the Beast to prepare a uniform for himself?

Anyway, there is nowhere to go for a while, and it's not bad to stay, and there is no need to hide anything with a group of mutants, I just hope that the uniforms are not too ugly.

"Are you always so wary, Eric?" Before going out, he heard Qin speak, and there was a faint resentment in his voice.

When Eric woke up from his coma, it was Jean who treated him, and the two of them spent a long time alone and used to laugh and laugh. Jean is a quiet woman on the outside and fiery on the inside, and Eric has a natural uninhibited temperament, coupled with some kind of secret connection, their relationship progresses so quickly that even Jean's boyfriend Scott has a taste of Cheng Dù.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, and the gradual recovery of memories made Eric bear some psychological burdens that he shouldn't have, and now he looked almost as boring as a serious Scott, but it was the golden wolf Logan who took the opportunity to attack Jean.

It can be seen that a strong memory is not a good thing, and it is no wonder that those superficial guys who have the memory of a fish live happily.

Maybe one day the two of them will be able to get back to what they used to be, or even go further, but it will take time.

It's just that Eric has seen the shadow rising behind the piano.

"Aren't you the same, Jean." Pointing to his chest, Eric walked out the door.

Qin's face was white without a trace of blood, and the black phoenix in her heart was about to roar out.

……

Xavier College is located in the northeast corner of Westchester County, New York, and the main building is an old mansion, which is Professor X's family business, and he specially contributed a shelter for fellow mutants.

Leaving the main building and walking through the rows of golden spruce groves, Eric made his way to the gates of the Academy, outside of which Hank the Beast was at this time, where one of his studios often hosted some of the older mutants in need.

The Beast's full name is Henry Philip Hank McCoy, an Illinois native whose father, Norton McCoy, worked at a nuclear power plant and bravely solved a nuclear leak crisis. Later, he married his lover Eleanor, probably due to the effects of nuclear radiation, and their son Hank was born with a very strong body and extremely thick hands and feet.

The older he grew, the stronger he became, and he had a great mind, excelled in high school, became a high-profile rugby player, and later did some research for the government. The concept of mutants had emerged during this period, and some jealous people had ill intentions towards mutants, and soon he met the young Professor X and his friend Magneto, confirming that he was indeed a mutant, and they convinced him to join the team, where they created the X-Men (from the plot of the movie).

As one of the elders of the X-Men, Hank is not only generally respected among the mutants for his generous personality, but also one of the few mutants accepted by the upper echelons of the government, although his appearance is true to his name: a blue beast with a dazzling gaze, a bit scary, but he is really not bad.

Eric arrives at the entrance of the academy and is about to go out when a black car stops, and Cyclops pushes Professor X's wheelchair down.

The bald old man greeted him first: "Eric, I'm glad to see you." Sorry I didn't come to see you some time ago, you're in good health? ”

"Yes, thanks for the concern. Jean said that I was fine, except for the occasional dream of something upsetting, but when I woke up and saw the lively children in the academy, my troubles disappeared without a trace. Eric said.

The professor nodded again and again: "I'm the same, life is inevitably frustrated, but for the sake of our future, it's worth it." I'm glad you think so. ”

Lasereye chimed in, "If you and Logan put all of your energy into the kids, I think everyone will be happy." ”

Scott still wears his sunglasses, a tight black leather jacket, and the design style looks like the leather armor worn by ancient warriors, and he looks very spirited, but the strong sour taste in his words betrays the dissatisfaction in his heart.

The triangular relationship is a headache, and now there is the possibility of escalating to four corners, the professor touches his forehead helplessly, finds an excuse to temporarily support his most powerful assistant, and talks to Eric alone.

"I heard you say that you often dream, dreams are the image of the cerebral cortex storing information, and it is related to memory, do you remember anything recently, maybe I can help you."

"There are some, though they are things I don't want to remember." Eric said indifferently. "Memories are a pain for me, and I'm glad I have someone to share the pain with."

The professor looked at him solemnly and said, "What you are afraid of is not the pain of others, but your own." Pain, as terrible as it is, can make you stronger, and if you allow yourself to feel it, to accept it, it will make you stronger than ever. Mutants possess great abilities, but the greatest abilities should come from the most human strength ---- hope. ”

Eric reflected on these words and said goodbye to the professor.

The professor watched him depart, and Cyclops walked by.

"He must have regained his memory, it looks like the whole person is different from the beginning, it was frivolous then, and now it is very insidious, I am really afraid that he will do something bad." Cyclops said that he had nothing good to say about his rival.

"I've been keeping an eye on him. You should have faith in yourself, if you are sure that you are what you need. "It is difficult for a clean official to decide family affairs, and a professor with far-reaching wisdom and insight into people's hearts also feels tricky when he encounters this matter.

"Eric, you're a second-level powerhouse who can't even compare to Logan, I won't let you get close to Jean." At some point, Scott the Cyclops named Eric a big problem.

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