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In M time and space, Bai Yu could not see the shadow of success after all his hard work, and in N time and space, he fell asleep in bed and won the Nobel Bell Literary Prize.

As soon as the good news came, media reporters flocked to the media.

The glorious Bai Yu was interviewed by reporters in the middle of the night, because he was used to daydreaming.

Ah Meng went to the dance hall alone, she still had to make money and live. Although Bai Yu persuaded her: "Don't leave me for a moment, I have won the Nobel Bell Award, I can support you, and when we get the bonus, we will be rich!" But she still stubbornly went to the dance hall, I don't know why, she had a faint sense of foreboding, she remembered her original husband.

Three years ago, her husband received a large inheritance, and his uncle in the United States, who had no children and no daughters, left his life's wealth to the only blood related nephew and grandson in the world. Overjoyed, Ah Meng longed to live a prosperous life from now on, because her visa was refused, she could only let her husband take the first step and travel to the United States to inherit the inheritance.

In this world, how many couples who can share hardships fall apart in the face of huge wealth.

And now, the down-and-out Bai Yu has won the prestigious Nobel Bell Literary Award, which is considered a success, does it mean that he will be far away from himself. On the day when Ah Meng went to the dance hall alone, he was in a trance and tears were rippling. The manager was stunned, and the customers were also unhappy, and when they wanted to know about it, Ah Mengsan kept silent, which made them fall into a fog.

When Ah Meng washed his face with tears, Bai Yu was being interviewed by reporters at home.

"Mr. Bai Yu, I have read your "Life is Like a Dream", its plot is absurd and bizarre, and the expression is unique. Some people say that such a ridiculous thing can be considered literature if it is expressed in such a fragmented way? What do you think about this?"

"Haha," Bai Yu smiled smugly, "Everyone has their own thoughts, don't mind." When I was writing Life Like a Dream, I was thinking about these questions, 'What is the inner world of this character?' 'What kind of way do I need to express myself in order to be unconventional?' 'How is the living space of the character different from each of us, and what kind of different outlook on life will be produced?' I only thought about these questions and never thought 'Is this literature?'"

"Can you tell us who your favorite writer is?"

"I have read every literary masterpiece with great reverence, and I can say that I am the favorite, and my aim is to learn from others, and I am never a picky eater. ”

"You have such a good sense of humor. Humor is also a major feature in your work, can you tell me, why do you use humor to express the sorrow of life?"

"Humor? Maybe. I didn't deliberately show it, humor is innate, it's something in my bones, and the sorrow of life is also innate, it's God's humor. ”

"Your words are so profound. The reporter said, "I believe it will definitely become the reading analysis question of this college entrance examination." ”

"I haven't taken the college entrance examination, and I don't express my opinion on what I don't know. Bai Yu shook his head. He saw a hint of contempt in the reporter's eyes.

"Many of the people who graduated from the literature departments of top universities have not won the Nobel Prize in Literature, which cannot but be said to be the sadness of Nobel. The reporter said.

"No, no, no, it's not the sorrow of Nobelbe, it's the sorrow of the top universities, because they admit people who are good at exams, not people who are good at writing. Bai Yu replied unceremoniously.

"Each of us has a deep sense of life, but is it born without your graceful expressive skills?" the reporter asked.

"There's a little bit of a talent factor. But the most important thing is the experience of life, you must be abused by life in order to write the true taste of life. And the most difficult thing in writing is not to express outwardly, but to feel inward, and those who are good at expressing may wrap themselves in gorgeous writing, but that is a shell without a soul. Bai Yu said.

"There are many experiences in your work, and each of them is so profound that it is impossible to express such profound feelings without experiencing them yourself. The reporter said.

"You asked this very good question, it shows that you have thought, and the more you think, the closer you will be to success, I am optimistic about you, young man. ”

"Thank you for your time. Is there anything you would like to say to everyone?"

"I'm a person who pursues perfect dreams. In the years to come, I will continue to dedicate to the perfect dream for everyone. Thank you!"

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Bai Yu said goodbye to Ameng, boarded the plane alone, and he would fly to the other side of the earth to pick up the Nobel Bell trophy in his own hands. He was surprised to find that he didn't know when he no longer had the desire to stick to Ah Meng, and his independent self was more relaxed and freer.

On the plane, he closed his eyes comfortably and fell asleep.

He Qijun and I sat on either side of him.

The plane had to fly in the sky for a long thirteen hours, not to mention that there was a person who slept so sweetly in the middle, He Qijun and I were both infected and drowsy.

Because of the telepathy, He Qijun's dreams and I are often combined, and we have the same dreams.

When it comes to dreams, it conjures up images of fantasy, whether it's a dream or a nightmare.

It is naturally a dream to be accompanied by a like-minded person and to be in a comfortable stateroom.

When He Qijun and I walked hand in hand in a beautiful dream, Bai Yu appeared, and he quietly followed us, spying on our every move.

Dreams, on the other hand, are our most private world. It is illegal to snoop on citizens' privacy and use it for commercial purposes.

Bai Yu was caught by the two of us, and fled from the dream in a panic. But when he escaped back to reality, he found the two of us sitting next to him.

"Why did you arrest me, who are you?" Bai Yu asked in surprise.

"We are the space-time police, you snoop on other people's privacy and use it for commercial purposes, gaining reputation and huge profits. We arrest you for stealing dreams!" I said sternly.

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After the capture of the Dream Thief, He Qijun and I rushed to the O plane without stopping.

The Temporal Police Force has a group of people who specialize in patrolling alternate planes, which we call the Temporal Eye.

According to the news of the Eye of Time and Space, a bizarre time travel case occurred in O time and space.

When He Qijun and I appeared at the scene of the crime, a familiar figure disappeared in a hurry.

Because I was busy surveying the scene, I didn't pay attention to this figure at the time until a disaster fell from the sky.

This is an 8-star luxury hotel.

A rich man took the elevator from the top floor to the first floor, and his little wife waited for him to have dinner in the restaurant on the first floor. After a long time, the little wife has not seen the rich man appear, and when she is anxious, the mobile phone rings.

"Honey, where are you?" said the voice of a rich man on his phone.

"I'm in the restaurant, the number is 888, I've been waiting for you for a long time. The little wife said.

"But I'm sitting at 888, and the waiter said he didn't see you coming. The rich man said.

"How is it possible, I waited for you for half an hour at 888. The little wife said.

"This lie is too naïve, even if you want to lie, you have to use your brain, are you really big-chested?"

"It's too much, it's clear that you're lying. Which goblin is you entangled in and can't get out? Can you find an excuse to be intelligent? You're a fool who thinks with your lower body!"

It took less than two minutes for the two of them to go from intimacy to arguing. In a fit of rage, the rich man swung a chair and smashed the table, he had money, and the rich man was very willful; the little wife was-for-tat, and sprinkled her anger on the male waiter, she slapped the male waiter domineeringly, she had the money that the rich man gave her, she just wanted to vent willfully and calm down her anger.

The little wife generously threw the 10,000 pounds in cash to the male waitress who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. The hotel manager was calm and did not call the police, but just glanced at the waiter enviously.

The rich man was in trouble, because the hotel manager checked the check-in records and did not find the rich man's name.

"Bastard, aren't you here at the West Ear Hotel? I have a key card for the guest room. The rich man smashed the hotel manager's glasses in a fit of rage.