Three

It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Wang Gangqiang's words are still haunting his heart, he doesn't know what his dream is, and he has never thought about what he is living for, now thinking about it, it seems that in the past, he just followed the repetitive days, playing the role that a good life arranged for him, and there was no real sense of happiness. I have never let out a pure and thorough smile like Wang Gangqiang and Mu Ke, and what is it that they are carrying, enduring this, and occasionally showing unwilling expressions?

Why are you telling me this?

Do you know what you're missing? Ahhh......h

At this moment, the window was slapped eagerly, Mu Ke shook his head, walked over, and saw Mu Ke floating outside the window, he looked at himself expressionlessly, and suddenly asked, as if he had met him for the first time, "Did you sleep well?" The calm words made the woodcut feel a little relieved, and he smiled and said, "Not bad." ”

Mu Ke also smiled, took Mu Ke's hand, and led him out of the window, but at this time, he was no longer surprised, "There is no time, let's go to the last lesson today." The woodcut seemed to understand why he had suddenly appeared, and something was faintly dissolving in his mind.

The wind blows on the face of the cold and biting, but it is very refreshing, like the pleasure brought by **, but it will also bring eternal harm, although the woodcut has not taken drugs, but he has seen those people who smoke, after addiction, they all seem to be receiving punishment from hell, and their faces are extremely distorted pain...... He closed his eyes, trying not to recall the images, tugging at his clothes to cover his bare skin, and listening carefully to the sound of the wind blowing in his ears. Suddenly feeling the speed slowing down, he opened his eyes and found that they were above a residential building.

"Guess where this is?" said Mu Ke with a wink, pretending to be mysterious.

"How do I know, it won't be the head teacher's house, right?"

“...... It's really not emotional, follow me. After saying that, Mu Ke let go of his hand and flew towards a certain house. At the moment of breakup, the first feeling of woodcut was that he was ruthlessly abandoned in a cold corner, losing his sense of security, and the past, the former ones were quietly gone...... Woodcut scratched his head, although he was surprised that he could levitate in the air without the help of Muke, but the question was, how to fly, this Madahar has not taught him miles!

Maybe it's the same heart, Mu Ke is very "understanding" to answer his questions: "Feel and understand with your heart, this world can't bind you," after a pause, he suddenly said, "This won't be, it's a shame on me! Don't say you're me!" When I just wanted to find the teacher to get some praise, the guy actually said in arrears: "Sure enough, he said no, but he is still very honest physically!"

I really want to beat him up!

"Have you ever wondered why you and I would go beyond the limits of common sense?" Mu Ke led him to a certain girl's window, and asked faintly without rushing to explain the purpose.

"Isn't this impossible, human common sense is wrong?"

"Fart! you bear child, you can't get to the point, you're so stupid!" Mu Ke sighed disappointedly, as if his father was training a loser. But suddenly realizing that the joke was a bit out of place, he coughed dryly, and continued, "Do you think the world is real?"

"Is this world real?" What do you mean? The noisy, arrogant and violent childhood sweetheart. The unserious but upright heart, the girl who loves to cry and laugh...... Is all this fake?

Mu Ke pointed to the window of a certain house, and the woodcut looked puzzled, "Don't worry, it's not a voyeur." Look at her, and you should be able to understand something. Suddenly, there was a cheerful tune from the window, like a mountain waterfall, and as vast and quiet as the sea, detached from the hustle and bustle of the city, cool and free, fresh and handsome, and passionate!

The performer of that piece was the girl who had been kicked out in the morning. But at this moment, she is no longer a gray face, but full of confidence, intoxicated and yearning.

"Ah, how wonderful it is to praise beautiful songs and yearn for ideals!" Mu Ke said improvisedly. "Come again. Mu Ke didn't allow him to be in a daze any longer, and pulled him and flew directly to the next destination. fell in front of the window of a certain house, and the woodcut saw clearly that the protagonist in front of him was his best friend - Wang Gangqiang.

The familiar body was loaded with an unfamiliar look, and that concentration was something he had never experienced! In the past, he thought that this person was unlearned and unskilled, but he didn't expect to work so hard in a place he couldn't see. Both of them had something on their faces that they were missing, something unknown, but it made him jealous. How can he have the inexplicable thing that can arouse his fighting spirit?

"Look at how hard they work! Even when they are considered mediocre by you, and they are working hard for the direction of their hearts, do you have any reason to laugh at them?" Mu Ke's voice resounded in his ears, as if there was magic power hitting the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. He could only stand still. After a long time, Mu Ke's voice sounded again: "Do you know what you are missing now?" He nodded, but suddenly shook his head, his head was chaotic, there was a kind of unknown thing that could erupt in the last blow, Mu Ke exhaled a short breath, with a little nervousness and excitement, biting every sentence and every word, as if swearing: "It's direction, it's blood, it's something called a dream!"

This sentence was like a catalyst, dropped in the reactants, and suddenly the woodcut burned, but no one could see the raging fire. Mu Ke made up for the last slash, "Dreams used to be something you would never abandon!"

A tremendous force roared over him, encroaching on his mind. Brother...... Mu Ke ...... A sense of déjà vu swept over him, and a picture seemed to flash in his eyes, but it was vague, and disappeared without a trace when he wanted to catch it...... What was that? He looked at the man who called himself Mu Ke, there was a kind of kite with a broken string finally joined, was it witchcraft? He felt that it was not from his own memory, but there was another voice, as if it was sleeping in the bottom of his heart, and it was about to come out. What he saw and felt in that moment made a thought come to his senses, and he wondered about everything around him. It only feels like the soul is getting farther and farther away, detached, detached from this body, detached from this world, and returned to the place that should belong to him...... Roar!! a roar came from the distance with the wind, or rather, a roar of rage drove a gust of wind. He was stunned suddenly, as if he had broken free from his near-death, and the strange sound that he could barely wake up again dissipated, forcing him to sit up violently in his dream.

Wake up! Die! Both voices wanted to tear his eardrums, but the world couldn't hear it, the city couldn't hear it, no one could hear it! He could tell the difference, one was the call of the heart, the other was the curse of hell! But the voice of the heart fell, and in this moment, the world collapsed, the pain was gone, and the soul returned to its body, and the woodcut spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

"They're coming!"

On the tree-lined path, a breeze blows, and a dead leaf is broken by an invisible force and falls on the golden road. Wang Gangqiang searched for a figure in the crowd, he looked around, and finally found the back of the lone man for a long time, he shouted to catch up, the young man did not mean to stop, and continued to move forward, but this did not prevent Wang Gangqiang's mood, he suddenly said with great feeling: "I always have a feeling that you and we are not people of the same world." This brought the boy's hurried steps to a halt, and Wang Gangqiang wanted to see the boy's reaction, but his face was obscured by shadows and he couldn't see his expression. Wang Gangqiang thought that this sentence had stabbed the young man, so he hurriedly explained: "Oh, I mean, you don't look like a person from our world, ah, it's not right, what I'm saying is that you don't look like us earthlings...... Oh, look at my foul mouth! I don't mean that, anyway, you don't look like the aborigines of this world, or human ......."

"That's enough!" the boy roared.

"I, no...... Don't be angry, I didn't mean that. ”

"Enough. The boy's attitude softened slightly, "You'll understand it soon." As soon as he finished speaking, he hurried into the distance again. Wang Gangqiang looked at the young man's distant figure, and a kind of uneasiness faintly emerged from the bottom of his heart.

"You haven't been to class for more than a month, is something going on?"

The boy did not answer, but went on, when suddenly he thought of something, turned and said:

"Oh, by the way, someone asked me to say it on his behalf, thank you!"

"Actually, you are more like the protagonist who lives in the second dimension, but the envy of today's people is out of reach......" The young man's back disappeared from view, and Wang Gangqiang stayed alone in the same place......

Everyone has a sparkling thing that haunts their hearts. Someone with a heart can catch it in time and not let it slip away, and often stay in the bottom of their hearts, so that its faint light gradually ignites into warm sunshine. Dreaming of such a thing is not poison, it is a salvation potion that can make people shine from the bottom of their hearts in the sad world!

Just keep shining every day, and God will find you someday!

But that's not the end of the story!