"It's almost 5 o'clock," Zhang Xiaoqian muttered to herself, turned off her phone, and lay back on the bed shrouded in night.

Staring at the faint shadow of the lampshade on the ceiling, his pupils seemed to be out of focus. But he clearly understands that he is going to lose sleep again tonight...

Yes, just now he has entered the fantasy dream that he has been doing intermittently for more than ten years, and in the last few months, the dream has become clearer and clearer, and the sense of self in the dream has become stronger and stronger, as if this cycle of dreams is "strengthened", he will jump out of his dream and become another independent self - his childhood self.

"According to the routine of third-rate novels, this is the rhythm of things. Zhang Xiaoqian joked, but what came to his mind was the shadow that he had seen countless times in his dreams...

It is obviously very unscientific to enter a dream for more than ten years, but Zhang Xiaoqian has never looked for any "master" to interpret the dream, and he has never even thought of searching for her thousands of times, because this dream is his personal experience in childhood!

Zhang Xiaoqian was ten years old that year, he was still a little Qian, he went to the town with his parents for a summer vacation to catch the market, and he aimed at a fashionable toy racing car, unlike other bear children, after pleading with his parents to buy and was refused, he did not cry and make trouble three times, but he was very sensible but lost and returned home with his parents, after determining that the price of his little porcelain pig piggy bank was far from the price of the toy car, he walked out of the house even more lost, and saw a brother in the village who was a few years older than him dragged a bundle of bitter bamboo to the door of the crowded grain station and weighed the bundle of bitter bamboo, and then received a dollar？！

Xiao Xiaoqian's eyes lit up at that time! I hurriedly ran over and asked, it turned out that the paper mill outside was collecting bitter bamboo in the village and going back to make paper...

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Early the next morning, after her parents went out, Xiao Xiaoqian put down the summer vacation homework she was writing, ran to the tool room behind the house, picked a lighter machete and tied it to her waist, and then quietly slipped out of the house from the blind spot of her grandparents...

But when he stood on the top of the familiar hill, he was dumbfounded, the bitter bamboo that was all over the mountain was now only a few seedlings and miscellaneous branches were messy in the wind, and a fresh bamboo stake told him that this place had been swept by the villagers...

Xiao Xiaoqian looked at the farther mountains with a bitter face, and then looked back at the roof of her house that had become smaller, and hesitated, but soon the attraction of the toy car overshadowed the others, guiding the little figure to go deeper into the mountains...

After being able to exchange money, the bitter bamboo is really attractive to the villagers of the small mountain village, along the way, Xiao Xiaoqian saw a few board cars parked on the side of the road, the car has a lot of harvest, but Xiao Xiaoqian does not want to take food in these obviously already adults' felling operation area, he remembers that when his father took him to dig bamboo shoots a year ago, he passed by a mountain col in front of him, where the bitter bamboo is very strong and multiplying...

After climbing another mountain, Xiao Xiaoqian finally arrived at the mountain col, and he was pleased that this place has not been patronized for the time being, and the strong bitter bamboos are obviously much taller than those in other places, and they must be able to sell for a lot of money...

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An hour later, Xiao Xiaoqian's face became bitter again, because the bitter bamboo here is too strong, the bundle of the same size is much heavier than yesterday's brother's cut, his little arms and calves are very difficult to drag, at this time Xiao Xiaoqian is very annoyed that he couldn't move a few playmates to come together yesterday, and now he can only drag it back slowly, the panting Xiao Xiaoqian decided to rest first, replenish some water, wiped his sweat with his little hands, and walked towards the mountain spring in the mountain col.

Just as he bent down to pluck water...

There was a "whoa!" sound behind him

"Ahh

"Demon you dare!"

"Chase!"

In the middle of the whirlwind, Xiao Xiaoqian heard two delicate voices coming from the sky, and when she fell to the ground, she saw two fairy-like sisters falling from the sky.

"Am I dreaming?" At the last moment before falling unconscious, Xiao Xiaoqian saw one of the fairy sisters flying down to catch herself who was pouring towards the spring, and the other fairy sister chased straight in the direction of the black snake...

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"Speaking of which, you may not believe it, my life was saved by the fairy sister!" Xiao Xiaoqian told his playmates, of course, the playmates didn't believe his words, they just thought that Xiao Xiaoqian was making up a story to make them feel that it was a big loss not to go with him that day. In fact, Xiao Xiaoqian's "disappearance" that day really alarmed many people, and finally the family found Xiao Xiaoqian sleeping on the side of the bitter bamboo in the col with the help of the villagers, he was not harmed, and everyone only thought that the child was naughty and tired and fell asleep, and persuaded Zhang's father to run away on the spot. Of course, making such a big commotion, closing the door after returning home, an impressive meal of "bamboo shredded fried meat" is inevitable...

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After settling down, Zhang Xiaoqian returned to reality from his memories, but he didn't realize that the sky by the window was already faintly bright, and dawn was slowly breaking free from the darkness. He got up, turned on the bedroom light, poured himself a glass of water, sat down in front of the computer, and began another unscientific search...

More than ten years have passed, and everyone has long forgotten the lame story "made up" by the bear child back then, and the protagonist of that story has also grown from a child cutting bamboo in a mountain village to a small white-collar worker who graduated from a well-known university, but he has never stopped looking for the "fairy sister" and their world, on TV, in newspapers, in books... To the present omnipotent Internet, but as a result... There is metaphysics, there is no fantasy, it is all empty talk, exaggerated and pretended, it seems that the experience he had when he was a child was really just a dream that the bear child drew from various fairy TV series...

Zhang Xiaoqian wandered aimlessly on the Internet, from a search box at the time of booting, soon the browser displayed dense web tabs, in a casual mouse click, when switching to a new tab page, a new website loaded his eyes, which made him stay for a long time, not that the content of this website attracted him more, it was nothing more than some content about the mysteries, some of which clichés he could even recite backwards, what interested him was the LOGO of this website, which was obviously a ghost drawing, but it made him feel that there was a distant rhythm, and it seemed to be able to see and forget his worries。 The name of the website is "Renshan Society",Kanshan,It's obvious meaning,He habitually clicked on the website filing information box,Found that there was no record,And glanced at it and found that there was no entrance to the forum community,Save the LOGO that feels good to the computer,Close this tab,Switch to another new web browsing...