The ancients said: "All dreams: there are straight, there are images, there are essences, there are thoughts, there are people, there are feelings, sometimes, there are opposites, there are diseases, there are sexuality." ”

But the dream that plagued Li Mengsheng was not among them.

It is not a dream of omens, it is not a dream of the opposite, it is not a dream of sickness......

Because the person Li Mengsheng dreamed of had nothing to do with him at all, the world in the dream was completely different from the real world.

It was a continuous dream, and Li Mengsheng would dream it after falling asleep since he was three years old.

It is coherent, like Li Mengsheng's second life.

But Li Mengsheng is just a bystander, and he has seen the life of the person in his dream from the first perspective.

He can't change the behavior of the person in the dream, nor can he change the mind of the person in the dream.

It's an amazing feeling that I can't put into words.

It's like that strange dream like a curse, which is incomprehensible and inexplicable.

It's been fifteen years now.

………

The moon and stars are scarce, and the evening breeze is blowing.

The heat of the day can't stay up for the night, and the unwillingness fades.

The hustle and bustle of the city also deepened with the night, and the minions were put away stupidly.

The night was quiet and the wind was cool.

At this moment, most people are already asleep.

But people who work hard late at night are not counted, and neither is Li Mengsheng.

As is customary, he should now be experiencing another wonderful life in his dreams, seeing a completely different world.

Now, he sat in front of the bed, looking out the window at the bright moon.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on his fair face, and there was still a trace of panic on his face, as if he had experienced some kind of great terror.

I don't know how long it took,

"Dead ......"

Li Mengsheng's voice was like a mosquito, and his face had recovered like this, but there was a trace of loss hidden under his face.

The self in the dream has been with him for more than ten years, and now the self in the dream is dead, and the dream is broken.

This caused him to wake up in the middle of the night, which had never been done before.

"I feel sad about the death of the person in my dreams."

He laughed self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and muttered to himself:

"Perhaps, in the future, I will no longer be bothered by strange dreams, and I can be a normal person again."

After speaking, the small room fell silent again, and he also fell into memory:

When he was young, the memories of dreams and reality were like shards of glass, pouring into the blender of his mind and tumbling in pain.

Therefore, he often can't tell whether he is Li Mengsheng in reality or Li Mengsheng, the son of the world in dreams, and he is confused and talking crazy all day long.

often thinks that he is living in a dream, claiming to be the son of Zhenbei Wangfu, the only son of Li Changfeng, the peak of martial arts, and the guardian of the future of Beiyuan.

even shouted at the nurse who gave the injection: "Stinky girl, when Daddy comes back, I will also give you an injection!" ”

The nurses would always smile and cooperate: "Your Highness, I know that I am wrong!" ”

"Don't laugh! Don't laugh! Otherwise, they will be distributed outside the Great Wall........."

Li Mengsheng, who was in front of the bed, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he thought of this.

When you climb the mountain, the bumps in the climb can also be a laughing stock.

………

Li Mengsheng's strange illness is unprecedented, and he has been tossed and turned in many hospitals to no avail.

Eventually, he was admitted to a psychiatric hospital.

His illness was written into a medical paper by the attending doctor, published in an authoritative journal, and named "Li Mengsheng Mental Disorder Syndrome".

It's also a name for the ages, although he doesn't want this honor very much.

Thankfully,

As he grew older, he had less and less time for mental confusion, and his thinking became clearer.

He was also surprised to find that his memory had swelled rapidly, although it was not as good as memorization, but it was far beyond ordinary people.

The doctor was also surprised, but could not explain it.

Just say that God has closed a door for him, and he has opened a window for him.

Li Mengsheng was contemptuous in his heart: the dog god not only closed his door, but also welded it to death.

The metamorphosis of his memory may be related to dreams.

The world of dreams has great power:

Humans, demons, and demons coexist, sharing the vast continent.

The demon clan has demonic energy and cultivates supernatural powers, the demon clan cultivates the body with demonic energy for a living, and the human race cultivates all kinds of qi to chase supreme power.

These are all things that Li Mengsheng learned from the eyes of the people in his dreams from the first perspective.

If it weren't for the fact that he was born in a dream and couldn't cultivate, he would still be able to experience a transcendent power in his dream.

Since Li Mengsheng got rid of the chaos and distinguished reality, he also tried to transfer the cultivation method in the dream realm to the reality to cultivate.

But the result is undoubtedly unworkable, he laughs at himself for believing in the things in his dreams, and at the same time finds the reason why it doesn't work: there is no so-called qi in reality.

Of course, this guess could not be verified, because he could not have actually entered the dream!

He also subtly changed in the dream world: he fell in love with reading.

After all, the intersection of the real world and the dream world is only books.

- Confucianism and Taoism in dreams are related to reading.

And with his super memory, the books he read changed one after another.

The bookshelves in the room are crammed with a dazzling array of books, all of which have been read in recent years.

He also had fantasies: the revival of aura, the age of the end of the law, and the civilization of deep space.........

But the reality always slaps him a few times: you're nothing more than a psychopath.........

So he often falls into self-doubt: Am I really mentally ill?

"I don't think I'm ......

But the doctor said that the mentally ill would not admit that they were mentally ill........."

…………

I originally thought that life would be so dull, although I was trapped in the hospital in reality, but the dream world was colorful, and the days were not boring.

I never thought that there was no one in the dream, and the dream was broken.

He didn't know if he was normal anymore, though he had always thought he was.

The only thing that is abnormal is that his life experience is far more in dreams than in reality.

Li Mengsheng sighed: "I really live in a dream......"

The high courtyard wall is like a cage, trapping not only his body, but also his knowledge.

The world outside reality is stranger and more illusory than distant dreams......

Li Mengsheng inexplicably felt that it was better to be a psychopath.

But when I think about it, I can become an ordinary person, even stronger than an ordinary person (memory), and the future is promising.

"The future can be bullied!"

Li Mengsheng pulled back his thoughts, and his divergent pupils slowly retracted.

The moon outside the window was surprisingly bright, and everything in the room was covered with a silver veil.

Li Mengsheng's figure became hazy under the bright moon, and the layers of ghosting made him very illusory.

And he didn't notice it, only felt that his eyelids were heavy.

He lay back in bed and fantasized about a new life after tomorrow:

"In the future, I will write a book about what I have seen and heard in my dreams, and it should not be a problem to solve the problem of food and clothing...... Right? ”

"No more, I have such a strong memory, and I will have a bright future when I participate in the strongest brains........."

"Whew...... I haven't slept without dreaming yet......"

With a vision for the future, Li Mengsheng fell asleep again.

The night is deeper, and the wind is cooler.

…………

Summer mornings always come early.

The hoarfrost hanging on the tree-lined path had long since been evaporated by the sun that had not yet risen, and only drops of dew proved that it had ever existed.

Spring ploughing has long been over, and the autumn harvest is still early.

The idle peasants dressed up as hawkers, hurried, stepping on the dew, and poured into the majestic giant city, just for a few taels of silver.

The giant city is the capital of the Great Dream Dynasty, the capital.

Also known as the Dream Capital.

The people of the market translated: There are all here in the dream:

Food, play, use, everything;

singing, dancing, speaking, everything;

Butchers, officials, enchantresses, all of them are there.

But who would have thought that thousands of years ago, disorder and chaos were synonymous with this land of abundance.

However, there are always talented people in the country who will complete the great cause of unification.

This person is the founding emperor of the Great Dream Dynasty - Emperor Mengzu.

He built a 100,000-mile Great Wall to block the demonic energy from moving south; led his troops to attack the country of ten thousand demons and forced them to retreat beyond the heavenly dome; The prestige is great, and the sound boom is small, and from then on, the Kraken did not dare to disturb the border.

The Great Dream Dynasty, with Wu Zhenguo and Wenguo, stood in the Central Plains of Kyushu for thousands of years without falling, claiming to be orthodox in the world.

This majestic city gate is proof of its majestic momentum.

A bustling crowd passed through the city gates, but in an orderly manner.

This is because on both sides of the door stood Xuanwu Wei with a bamboo hat on his head, wearing a black and red brocade robe, embroidered with a turtle and snake totem on his chest, and a Xuanwu sword hanging from his waist.

It is subordinate to the Dameng Town Fu Division, and is in charge of city defense.

Xuanwu defense is more of a demon, a demon without a pass!

Although there is friction between the human and demon races, it does not prevent the two races from communicating with each other.

However, to enter the city, you need to have a pass issued by the Department of Towns, commonly known as a business license.

Otherwise, get caught, and be decided!

Unlike the congestion at the city gates, the streets of the city are deserted.

Once in town, the hawkers disappear into the alleys, but most of them stop outside some ornate high-rise buildings.

Outside the city of Fang City rare home of the powerful, this kind of high-rise buildings are mostly a place to look for flowers and willows.

Buying breakfast near high-rise buildings is the most worry-free market.

Guests who are tired of eating seafood and abalone occasionally need small porridge and coarse cakes to change the taste.

The Four Seasons Pavilion is the first-class green building.

"Selling Baked Cakes and ......"

"Baked cakes, baked cakes, Da Lang's favorite baked cakes are ......"

The faint cries woke the sleeping people, and the red sun just came up, and a ray of sunlight shone through the window and on the face.

"Ah, what a good night's sleep!"

Li Mengchang howled, how many years, and finally had a good night's sleep, and there were no strange dreams.

The cells all over the body are excited, and the fly in the ointment is that the waist is a little sore.

He stretched his body contentedly, only to find something wrapped around his arm, and he thought to himself, 'What a wonderful touch....' and the arm didn't want to pull out for a moment.

Well? It's not right there...

"Yikes... Childe hates it...."The soft and delicious voice sounded in his ears, "I'm afraid your voice has spread outside the hospital... My sisters are going to tease me again...."

The crispy and numb sound bit his ear, which frightened him into being clever, and he was instantly agitated, and he sat up!

I saw that the cloud top sandalwood in the dormitory was the beam, the crystal jade was the lamp, the pearl was the curtain, and the fan gold was the pillar base.

The six-foot-wide wooden bed is hung with a silk treasure tent, and the tent is embroidered with pearls and silver threads and begonia flowers, and the wind is moving, like falling clouds and mountains.

The couch is set up with a green jade incense pillow, covered with soft silkworm ice sticks, and stacked with jade belts.

Ambiguous incense, messy bed......

A man and a woman, without a single .....

This situation and this scene felt very familiar to him,

This woman, this body, he is also very familiar with,

"Isn't this a dream scene?"

"It's realistic, it's so realistic."

But all this tells him that this is the reality.

He couldn't help but pinch his waist,

……… It doesn't hurt!