On one side is the Evil Ross River Sanctuary, which is filled with all kinds of alien creatures.

On one side is the adult exam that is in progress.

Even if a normal person has experienced it for a long time, Zhang Xuezhou feels that the other party will also suffer from schizophrenia, and it will be difficult to get out of some incidents.

He has seen the situation of some actors, some actors have difficulty getting out of the role they play after acting in a play, and even suffer the impact for the rest of their lives.

But no act can be as real as the world in which he lives.

Compared with these people, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he is in good shape.

He can insert a life and quickly get out of it.

Coming out of the state of practicing drowsiness, Zhang Xuezhou just meditated for a few minutes, and has turned back to real life.

He leapt to his feet, his bandaged arms like a bird about to fly.

But in just a few seconds, Zhang Xuezhou was quickly pressed down on the bed.

"Zhang Xuezhou, what are you going to do?"

Perhaps because he was taught too much by his neighbors and saw the locked windows, Zhang Weimeng didn't sleep all night, staring at Zhang Xuezhou with a pair of big eyes covered with dark circles.

Suddenly seeing Zhang Xuezhou's strange behavior, he stretched out his hand and pressed Zhang Xuezhou down.

"What are you pressing, I'm doing?"

Zhang Xuezhou's body in the dream world is already extremely strong and can withstand all kinds of tosses, but the body in reality is still fragile, and when he jumps off the building and falls to a fracture, Zhang Xuezhou's body is even weaker by three points.

In this case, he was easily subdued by Zhang Weimeng.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help screaming when he was pressed to a little panting.

"What am I pressing, what are you doing?" Zhang Weimeng said loudly: "Do you want to fly into the sky and shoulder to shoulder with the sun when you get up or what, why do you still jump?" ”

"There is no rule that you must abide by a certain posture when you get up," Zhang Xuezhou struggled: "What's wrong with me spreading my wings and getting up?" ”

"It's not normal for Dapeng to spread its wings, you ......"

"You've crushed my wound!"

It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou stretched out the bandage that was bleeding that Zhang Weimeng's tense nerves quickly subsided, and he quickly released the suppressed Zhang Xuezhou.

"Don't come back to care about me" Zhang Xuezhou said bitterly: "If you take care of me for a few days, I estimate that I will die!" ”

"Yawn, what's wrong with making such a loud noise?"

At the door, Song Fengying walked to the door with sleepy eyes.

Seeing Zhang Weimeng and Zhang Xuezhou, who were almost hugging each other, Song Fengying suddenly sobered up a few points.

"I haven't seen each other for such a long time, why are your father and son still fighting?"

She was in a hurry, and quickly stepped forward to pull Zhang Weimeng.

"This is simply the worst external environment for adult exams in my life!"

Thinking about his inexplicable jumping off the building because of a brain problem, and lacking the humanistic care of his family, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his life was too bad.

In this situation, it is a psychopath like him who can survive.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that no normal person could insist like him.

"If you didn't make Chicken Soup, I'd like to go out and buy some breakfast and then go to the exam?"

Zhang Xuezhou glared at his parents, and saw Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying's slight embarrassment, he knew very well that he needed to go out to buy breakfast.

If he could, he felt that it would be nice for the family to be separated, so that at least it would not hurt each other.

If Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying can fulfill their responsibilities, Zhang Xuezhou thinks it would be good to make some money from time to time.

He can't be forced to be a mentally ill person, and he has a close relationship with parents like Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, who go out most of the time.

In fact, as they grow older, any child gradually forms a sense of distance from their parents, and it is difficult to rely on them as much as they did when they were children.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that the time had come to fly alone.

He glanced at Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, and saw that the two had no objection, so he slowly put on his clothes.

He glanced at his diary and felt that this morning was not a good place to write about it.

This allowed him to slowly pac out of the room.

After washing and scrubbing, Zhang Xuezhou had already gone to Yucai Middle School according to the rhythm of the past.

"Alas!"

In the room, Zhang Weimeng sighed deeply.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Song Fengying comforted.

"Is it really worth it for us?"

Thinking of the visible estrangement between father and son, Zhang Weimeng couldn't help but feel a little lost.

He sighed with questions and questions.

"Xuezhou and thousands of students are crowding across a single-plank bridge, why aren't we" Song Fengying said: "It's just that our bridge has no exam urging and proof!" ”

"Is it worth it?" Zhang Weimeng asked again.

"Instead of asking me, why don't you ask those candidates who have studied hard for twelve years for an exam worth it?"

Song Fengying's rhetorical question made Zhang Weimeng clear about the answer.

Whether they want it or not, people are creatures who go upstream.

He can lie flat, he can accept his mediocrity, but if the opportunity falls on his head, he can't hold on, and that will not only disappoint him, but also his family.

His estrangement from Zhang Xuezhou at this time is only temporary, and until Zhang Xuezhou goes completely crazy, or Zhang Weimeng dies in mediocrity, it may be a regret that will be difficult to make up for a lifetime.

On the way forward, he can hesitate, but he is not allowed to retreat.

"Someone is checking Xuezhou!"

After a long while, Zhang Weimeng whispered.

"That can only mean that they have nothing to gain from us, so they put their hope on Xuezhou" Song Fengying said: "This may mean that the eyes focused on us are finally going away!" ”

"Sometimes I really wish I had what they needed, so that I could sell it for a good price," Zhang Weimeng lamented: "But except for a spring and autumn dream, the body ages slower than ordinary people, and we don't get anything else!" ”

Zhang Weimeng flipped through the desk, then logged in to the author's background, and copied the latest chapters together.

"All I got was the content of a book," Zhang Weimeng frowned.

"That's better than what I get!"

Song Fengying shook her head.

The husband and wife looked at each other.

They are well aware that the memories in their minds do not belong to each other.

Zhang Weimeng is an engineer engaged in crop genetic research, while she is a digital engineer.

It is impossible for the two of them to have a steady stream of inspiration in their minds, nor can they have the product of another worldview.

The mutation originated eighteen years ago.

But for Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, they just saw the light of a meteor.

Then the meteor fell far away, and the impact of the shock stunned their family of three at that time.

When they came to their senses again, they were covered in broken and sputtered glass shards from the tourist RV, and their faces were covered in blood, and then they were rescued by some people who came to search.

Without the constant consciousness in his mind, Zhang Weimeng felt that everything would have ended at that time.

But it never occurred to him that it was not the end, but only the beginning of an alternative life.

"I don't know if Man Qian's excellence comes from herself, or from the impact of that accident," Zhang Weimeng frowned.

"Then do you think Xuezhou's bad luck stems from genetic defects, or is it due to the impact of that accident?"

Song Fengying opened Zhang Xuezhou's diary.

She looked at page after page of records.

Suddenly, Song Fengying's hand stopped.

She looked at one of the pages and flipped through them in a row.

In Zhang Xuezhou's diary, from that page, the experience of the previous years began to change.