At 7:20, I climbed the hill behind the school. The aura of the back mountain in autumn is even stronger in the mountains, and breathing a breath of mountain air seems to be able to float up and become an immortal after a hundred years of cultivation. The cool air ran through my body from top to bottom, and the fallen leaves under my feet creaked and fell as if to welcome me, covering the ground with a thick carpet. I couldn't bear to step on it with great care, and the air shook the chestnut trees in front of me, and chestnuts the size of my fingernails fell all over the ground. The chestnuts in the north always grow relatively small, and no one picks the chestnuts in the whole mountain, and the chestnuts and leaves seem to be mixed with cement like steel bars, making every step I take extremely heavy.

"Reading dreams?" The old Taoist priest had long eyebrows, but no beard, and his Taoist clothes were cleanly washed, and he looked particularly vivid standing next to the ancient temple.

"Yes, can it be done?"

"No, you can't. Dreams are illusions, and they only exist in the heart, unless they can solve the ever-changing problem of the heart. ”

"Heart...... What's that?......"

"The function of the heart is to promote blood flow and provide sufficient blood flow to organs and tissues...... "The teacher never stopped lecturing, and I was still thinking about what the old Taoist priest said to me in the morning. Heart, the ancient people thought of it so mysteriously, and the anatomy looked at it as muscle plus blood. But why do we have heartache and heartache? Nervousness, vasoconstriction......

Reading the mind and reading dreams, the Arabian Nights. I thought about it and felt black in front of me as I walked through the shade of the sycamores, and then I lost consciousness and fainted. When I woke up, I saw the guide, and from her warm eyes, I saw flashbacks in seconds, and frame by frame flashed quickly. The screen is warm and yellow, and the skin and flesh are lingering. I shook my head and thought about what was wrong.

Dreams, I see dreams.

The instructor is dreaming of spring, and I just need to look him in the eye?

It is also necessary to make the eyes of the two people in the same straight line.

It was as if I heard a voice, but there was no voice, as if I was talking to myself, and when I thought about it in my heart, that sentence would pop up. And I had never thought of it that way before. That's the inspiration? Leave it at that, try it out.

I looked at who else was beside me, similar to Wang Bo's Li Taibai bloodline suit, his affectionate eyes were full of anxiety. I tried to twist my head and look him in the eye. Drink the willow shore sighed, why give me glass pen and ink but steal me to think deeply. This is his dream, looking at him who is carefree on weekdays, how can he be so helpless. Haven't passed the paper?

"Are you alright?"

"Not dead. ”

"I also think it's okay, why did I faint, arrhythmia, low blood sugar, high blood pressure, poisoning, Yin Kun ignored you?......"

It is worthy of studying medicine, and treating people anytime and anywhere.

"I'm fine, but you, don't take everything to heart. ”

"What's wrong with me, the wind and rain are smooth, everything is long. ”

"Go back to the dorm, I'm fine. ”

In November, the weather in the north began to get overwhelmingly cold, I put on a sweater jacket, and at night the wind was blowing, and tears flowed unconsciously.

Wang Bo was smoking, and the wind accelerated the burning of the cigarette butts.

"Why are you also washing your eyes, crying so much, you are really out of love. ”

I didn't speak, if I evolved spiritually by inspiration, then who is in charge of all this? and why did he choose me?

Tears are still flowing, there is no feeling, only cold, I like the beauty of walking under the cover of night, following the wind as if I exist in a different dimension that no one knows, stepping on the undulating ground under the mountain, I feel like I am about to become an immortal.