Dreams, like real and deep, like false and illusory; It seems to be the urge to pounce, and it is also like the cruelty that I don't remember after waking up.

Since when did you become obsessed with sleeping and dreaming? Probably after being impatient again and again, hanging up the phone, or not understanding, messing around!

Ren Sheng in the dream will be shy, and the boy he likes will be nervous when he is about to see him, like the rhythm of the drum, sometimes hurried, sometimes gentle, and sometimes out of order.

"Sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle and passing by Xian Ming, who is also riding a motorcycle, is the opposite"

"In front of two computer monitors that crossed the line of fire, a little girl cried to a little boy."

"At the mouth of a well in a summer vegetable garden, there was a girl in black bib and a light green button-down shirt, and on her long hair sticking to her cheeks, there was a smile, yes, a smile that was not natural to the camera, but revealed a happy smile. Forever frozen in that summer. "

"The girl who stood on the wall of the elementary school in a pink down jacket, threw the basketball down, and asked someone else to hold it herself. What a woman who is favored by time! "

"In a small village in a remote area with a dark wind, you can be driven home, but you have to be on a dark road and difficult to walk. Call a little boy and ride carefully in the direction of home on a motorbike and on a difficult road. That's a kind of happiness that is a little lucky. The girl in the dream didn't seem to care at all whether it was dark or not. The road is not bumpy. I don't seem to feel a little worried or scared, even fearful. Because the truly 'rich' person does not own money, but has a person who knows where you are, and can put aside all reason and calculations, considerations, and go to you. Have someone who doesn't ask you if it's worth it, but can love you, take care of you, and walk towards you without hesitation. "

Dreams are sweet and astringent, bitter and happy.

Ren Sheng lifted the quilt, quickly got off the bed, and stood a step forward. With his back to the bed, he jumped backwards to the center of the bed. Sleep, keep sleeping? Why can't I sleep? Ren Sheng would rather stay in a dream for the rest of his life, because it felt like an old friend was making a movie. I can't see myself, but I feel trapped in it and can't extricate myself.

"Ren Sheng's Memoirs" Chapter 44 Dream is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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