Fire, flames, spread across the sky.

Burning stars, fallen gods......

Lightning, thunder, roaring storms.

Chains! Penetrated the lute bone!

The heavenly palace in the sky, and the gaze that hides in the distance of the starry sky, coldly wants to dissect everything.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, bullets and bullets.

Someone on the earth was pierced through limbs, hearts, pierced by a spear.

The sword in his hand was shattered.

But why is he still laughing?!

He sat on his knees, and raised his blood-stained, angry face unscrupulously, towards the sky, towards the cold gaze hidden behind the stars:

[Do you think you can - kill, die, I?!!! 】

Thunder! Crushed his limbs!

Raging fire! Melting his sanity!

His legs were unwilling to kneel, and his head never bowed.

He was holding a girl in his arms, and the butterfly-like black skirt was also wet with blood.

The broken sword was stuck in the broken earth, and the thunder and fire never stopped killing him.

Why is he still insisting? How could he be so insistent?

The girl in his arms stretched out her slender moon-like wrist and caressed his face.

Pain, such a pain, penetrated the Heavenly Spirit Cover and went straight to the depths of the soul.

But they still spoke together in the thunder and fire, and laughed together.

They laughed at fate:

[Even time, space, reality, and even death cannot separate us!] 】

Thunder! It's even more blazing!

Flame! It's even more furious!

It turned out that the thunder and flames came from that man, and this was his anger!

Everything went silent in the thunder and fire.

The earth crumbled and dissipated, and the sky turned to ashes.

There was a long sigh in the sky.

Whether it was the greedy gaze of the queen of the stars or the fairy palace in the heavenly river, they all turned into ashes in silence.

There is nothing left!!

Jian Chen opened his eyes suddenly!

He gasped, cold sweat broke out on his body, and he touched his vest, which was soaking wet.

Looking around, he was lying on the bed, this was his bedroom, a typical high school boy's bedroom, disorganized, with stacked exercises and workbooks on the desk, which made him have the illusion that he was still working hard for the college entrance examination, and even the knowledge points echoed in his mind-

Odd and even unchanged, and the symbol looks at the quadrant.

Shaking his head, he laughed:

"What are you thinking, the college entrance examination is over."

He pulled out the quilt on his body, it was very hot in summer, and the thin layer was now wet with sweat.

Outside the window, the night was silent, the neon lights and whistles were gone, and only the cold moonlight shone through the screen window on the stacks of books.

It was an old house, he lived with his grandmother, and the walls were yellowed and peeling, and the yellow painted wooden door had peeled off large pieces of wood, which he had buttoned when he was a child.

Every time his kindergarten classmates laughed at him for having no father or mother, he would rush up and fight to the death with that person, no one could beat him, and he had an innate talent for fighting since he was a child.

But every time the guy who was beaten would call his parents, and his parents would call the teacher, and the teacher would call his grandmother.

He tried to justify:

"My parents died for the cause of astronomy, they were great cosmic explorers!"

Grandma kept apologizing, no one paid attention to him at all, everyone only cared about whether the child who was beaten by him was in a good mood or not, because the parent was very rich.

When he got home, his grandmother reluctantly told him the truth:

"Your mother died in childbirth, and your father was martyred."

Xiao Chen Jian stopped talking, he buckled the wall skin and the wooden door, and slapped his grandmother lightly three times with rattan, but he was only red, but he was distressed.

It turned out that he was left behind by his parents.

Not even a little deposit was left, and the house distributed by the company was quickly recovered, and the savings were not much, only many astronomical telescopes and writings were left to him, and some notes.

He stood up and turned on the bedside lamp, which was dim.

Simply washed his face, grandma was still snoring on the bamboo mat, you can hear it through the door, the old man is old, the quality of sleep is not very good, he doesn't dare to do more, just unscrew a little, wet the paper and wipe it on his face.

The cold tap water hit his pores, making him feel a little excited.

Regained some of his spirits, and crept back to his room.

He sat at his desk by the window, his head propped up in a daze.

The moon outside the window was so bright and blue, staring at him with big eyes.

He looked up at the silent night sky, where tall buildings blocked most of the sky, and only a corner could be faintly seen, unlike the countryside, where there were only sporadic stars in the night sky.

That's enough, he likes the night sky, he likes the universe, he likes to explore the unknown, and in addition to playing games, his favorite thing is to search for strange news about the universe.

Those black holes, those bizarre neutron stars, pulsars......

Nature's creations are so magical.

However, he is just an ordinary person, he can only check information, and the rest of the time he lives by playing games.

Maybe it's inherited from the parents?

He smiled and turned on the lamp on his desk, this time it was not dim and yellow, but bright incandescent light.

Jian Chen stood up, stood on tiptoe, and pulled a book from the old shelf.

It was my father's codex.

It records the story of his acquaintance with his wife, as well as some astronomical accounts.

Jian Chen doesn't look at those, he often looks at his own life experience-

He always felt that the strange meteorite crystal had something to do with the strange dreams he had lately.

The strange dream just now appeared in recent days, just after the end of the college entrance examination.

There aren't many fiery, unyielding, blood-stained scenes like this.

Sometimes, he dreams of a woman with a knife, heroic and sassy.

Sometimes, he dreams of a singing dragon, gentle and beautiful.

Sometimes, he dreams of a maiden riding a deer and always grimacing at him.

Sometimes, it seems that in a very lively place, some people call him senior brother, and some people call him apprentice.

Sometimes, it's a bizarre sight - flying swords, holographic projections, monsters......

Strange, he knew what was in the dream.

But if he wanted to recall the specific appearance, he couldn't remember anything, and everything was fogged.

Sometimes there are also some thrilling, dangerous dreams.

For example, being hunted by ghosts, being chased by earth dragons underground, being shrouded in a gray mist that consumes everything, and wrestling with huge giants.

Today this dream is the most special.

"The man in the dream...... Is it me? Past life memories? ”

He muttered to himself.

Immediately shook his head:

"How so? Even if it's a past life, it has nothing to do with me. ”

That man, the man who dared to mock even death, the man who laughed wildly even at the destruction of heaven and earth.

How could he be himself?

I am silent in front of people, and I am crazy on the Internet after people, and I am myself who has achieved nothing.

But now he felt that something had accumulated in his heart, and he was very uncomfortable.

Jian Chen put his hand on his chest, and he could hear the sound of his heart beating fiercely.

He got it.

It's anger.

Unprovoked anger, what are you angry about?

He remembered the girl in the man's arms in his dream.

It's familiar.

I couldn't see her face clearly.

I couldn't see her eyes.

But Jian Chen felt so familiar, as if he had known that girl for thousands of years, so long that the vicissitudes of life and the world changed.

An eighteen-year-old virgin who has never even held a girl's hand.

How could you know such a girl?

But he felt that his heart was empty, only the fire was burning.

That sentence still echoes in my head—

[Even time, space, reality, and even death cannot separate us!] 】

What a jealousy, such a bond.

Chen Jian picked up the mirror, and inside was a tired, slightly delicate boy's face with serious dark circles.

It's not ugly, and it's not how handsome.

Probably the kind that won't be hated in the crowd.

He smiled, how could such a self deserve to have such feelings?

The mobile phone that was charged at the bedside suddenly lit up, and he walked over to check it, and it was a news notice:

Recently, a number of citizens in the city have died, all in the middle of the night, the results of the examination are too stressful, myocardial infarction and death, reminding all college entrance examination candidates to relax, calmly face the results, the exam has ended, do not have too much pressure, wait for the results to be released.

Jian Chen was not interested.

Hearing that it was death in a dream, for some reason, he was a little creepy.

I've been having this kind of weird dream lately, and I'm not going to get caught up in anything, right?

He didn't want to die of a "myocardial infarction".

So he flipped through a few pages.

There is a mosaic on the screen, and the expression is not clear.

He had no choice but to turn off the news.

Then turn on the penguins.

The penguin's friends are all lit up - these are just game friends.

Jian Chen is a lonely person, he doesn't talk much in front of outsiders, he is very willing to be a transparent person, and few people want to be friends with this boy who is not good-looking, has average grades, and is still silent.

It's still chatting in the open black group, and it's already two o'clock in the morning.

Sake: I know, a lot of people in the city have died in their dreams recently!

Lime: Yes, it is said that when he died, his face was distorted, like hell.

Ye Ao,、、 but I can't help me:

I have a picture of a mosaic here, you can see it.

After saying that, he sent a photo.

Chen Jian immediately became interested and clicked to check.

It's okay not to look at it, but when he looks at it, he almost doesn't dare to turn off the lights and fall asleep.

In the gloomy room, the pale moonlight shone on a terrifying face with features distorted by fear, like a twisted flower, as if something had put its nose and eyes together.

The group immediately scolded:

, what the hell are you posting in the middle of the night!

Ye Ao,、、 but I am a little aggrieved:

Aren't you talking about this? I'll withdraw now, uh, it seems like time has passed, Administrator! Admin delete it!

Then the image is gone, leaving only a small line of "This message has been withdrawn by the administrator".

Jian Chen's back was a little cold, and he stiffly turned his head to look at the wall, the white moonlight and the old peeling, revealing the lime and cement layers of the wall melted together, like a distorted face that wanted to be devoured.

He didn't dare to stay still, although he couldn't say that he was timid, but he wasn't a person who could sleep by watching ghost movies, not to mention the real thing, and he had a lot of weird dreams lately.

He's going to a lively place.

The group started chatting again:

Nianjiu: The Picheng garrison will not come, the real money and silver bureau, Lao Tzu Yasuo will slip away, and your Japanese daughter and my wet nurse will also do.

Chen Jian's fingers quickly typed on the screen:

The end of the night: Come on, come on, have a good time tonight!

He put down his phone and felt that he was simply another person in the network-

Passionate, passionate.

Which one is you?

The strange depression and anger in his heart are still there, and he wants to go to the Internet café to release it.

Putting on his short sleeves and picking up his ID card, he felt that his spirit had never been so good.

Tiptoeing out of the door, the key collided in his pocket, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly took it in his hand.

Gently pushing open the old iron door, this residential building was bought for grandparents to live in a few years ago, and now grandpa has died, leaving only grandma to live with him.

The escalators in the hallway were rusty, and the light bulbs were old-fashioned tungsten lamps, dim and yellow, and there was a strange feeling in the middle of the night.

He didn't dare to look at the windows that seemed to be haunted at any moment, and went downstairs in a few steps, but fortunately his house was on the second floor, so he didn't have to climb up and down.

When I left home, I immediately felt free.

He loves freedom.

Looking at the night sky, a few points flickered sporadically.

took out his mobile phone and typed a few words in high spirits:

Nightfall: Wait for me, I'll be there soon!

After speaking, he opened his legs, and flew out of the community and ran towards the nearest "New Century" Internet café.

Chen Jian's physical fitness is very good, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a man like the wind, and the physical education teacher has also come to him to add whether to join the physical education students.

But he naturally refused.

Running under the silent night sky, in the empty streets.

He felt more at ease and exhilarating than he had ever been.

The wind, blowing across his cheeks, the stars, watching him run, like a soul flying in the night sky.

Jian Chen felt a kind of desolation.

Lonely, silent self.

Comfortable, free-spirited.

When he was alone, he would write some words of Form 2 in solitude.

On the Internet, he would make funny jokes and comments.

Which one is the true self?

Chen Jian didn't know, he only knew that everything was like a dream now, and he was never awake in a dream.