A story must have at least two people, one with a positive character and one with a negative character. The positive character wants to achieve their goals, and the negative character puts obstacles in the way for the positive character in the process. When the positive character overcomes all the obstacles, achieves the goal, and realizes the dream, the story can end smoothly.

This is the general logic and template that most stories run on, and the writer just needs to fill it in to flesh out the story.

Of course, in the process, there are also some ingenuity, accidents, reversals, decorating a cake coated with a layer of white cream, and decorating with fruits and candies to attract people to buy.

This is Yao Feipeng's story - "Lost Dream"

The protagonist is a twenty-one-year-old college student who returns to his hometown during the summer vacation. His hometown is in a remote border town, where there are few young people under the age of 30, all of whom pack their bags early and rush to the front line of the times, lost in a world that does not belong to them.

Let's give the protagonist a name, just call ...... Xiaoshuai is good.

Xiao Shuai finds a crumbling amusement park in the corner of a dilapidated square, the tracks of roller coasters are covered with rust, the plastic horses and dolls on the merry-go-round have faded in bright colors, the haunted house shed swaying in the wind, and the entrance to the black hole is really scary......

As a materialist young man in the new era with higher education, he naturally does not believe in ghosts and gods. So, he had the audacity to take a spin around it—and sure enough, nothing out of the ordinary.

Finally, his gaze fell once again on the dark entrance to the haunted house.

Do you want to go in......

He was a little frightened, but there seemed to be something calling to him, and he couldn't ignore it.

He slowly approached the entrance step by step, turned on the flash of his mobile phone and shone inside, but from the outside, he looked at the small shed, and from the inside, it was as deep as a bottomless pit.

Just one glance, he hurried out.

I thought it was an insignificant episode, but I didn't expect that since that night, he has had strange dreams......

The world in his dreams is always dark and dark, like the haunted house he looks at during the day, which cannot be illuminated even by light. A man standing straight, dressed in black clothes and pants, but with a huge white rabbit head, as if it were the only one left floating in the air in the distorted space and time.

He was staring intently at the man who had fallen into his dream with those blood-red eyes.

Xiao Shuai's heart began to pound, and he could clearly feel the blood surging even in his dreams.

The rabbit-headed man looked at him for a moment, then turned and walked deeper. Xiao Shuai involuntarily followed, and followed the rabbit-headed man all the way forward. In dreams, people cannot perceive direction, or more precisely, there is no concept of "direction" here.

They walked "forward" until a hole appeared in front of them that glowed with a pale blue light.

"What is this place, and where does this hole lead?" Xiaoshuai asked the rabbit-headed man.

The rabbit-headed man just winked at him with red eyes and didn't speak. Suddenly, the rabbit-headed man squatted down like a quadruped animal, with his arms propped on the ground, looking like a real rabbit.

With a hard glaring of his hind legs, he jumped up half a meter high, and jumped up and down like this.

Xiao Shuai was surprised in his heart, but he was not much afraid, after all, this was his dream.

At this time, the blue entrance of the cave changed, and it rippled like a layer of lake water, and then the picture appeared......

A middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties or fifties was cooking in the kitchen. She scooped up a fish with spotted stripes from the bucket and slammed it on the board, the fish was still shaking its head and tail before it was dead.

"Help me! Help me! ”

Xiao Shuai was shocked: "Who is talking?" ”

"Stupid! It's me! Hurry up and save me, or I'm going to die soon! ”

The woman slapped the fish on the head with a kitchen knife, and the fish reflexively twisted again.

"I ...... How can I save you? Xiao Shuai stammered and asked.

"Stop her, stop her! Let her stop! ”

Another blow blow, and the fish seemed to be unable to move, only its mouth was still open and closed.

"Stop her!"

"Hurry up! Otherwise, it's over! ”

A urging screamed Xiao Shuai's heart was flustered, he unconsciously came to the entrance of the cave, but he didn't expect that the one under his feet did not stand firmly, so he fell in, and fell on the middle-aged woman at once, and the two fell to the ground heavily.

The woman was startled by this sudden change and struggled to stand up, but she was still holding a kitchen knife in her hand, and she waved it for a while, and no one dared to feel at ease when she saw it.

Xiao Shuai subconsciously held the hand holding the kitchen knife and was about to snatch it. At this time, the woman also came to her senses, and the strength in her hand increased a little, and she refused to let go.

At the time of life and death, a woman's strength was still no match for a man, and the kitchen knife was finally snatched away by Xiao Shuai.

Just as he was about to speak, the fish regained its vitality, and it was jumping up and down on the board, and as it went, it said, "Hurry! ”

"Hurry up...... Do what? ”

"Kill her!"

"What!"

"Slap her on the head with a kitchen knife!"

"Huh?"

"Hurry up! Hurry up!! Hurry up!!! ”

The knife in her hand fell to the sound of this unthinkable urging, and the woman fell to the ground, but her eyes were still open, and she looked only a little dizzy, and she was still panting with her mouth, just like the fish on the board just now.

"Quick! Fast! Next、With a knife、Cut open、Her belly! "Every time the fish jumps, it spits out a few words.

"For ...... Why ......"

"Of course it is, make her a fish!"

"Ahh What is ...... called? Take her ...... Fish? ”

"Stupid! A sucker! I can't even make fish! ”

“……”

"You cut open her stomach first, take out all the contents of it, and don't have any left!"

"And then?"

"Clean! Rinse both inside and out! ”

"But she's too big to reach the faucet, am I going to move her to the bathroom?"

"Stupid! A sucker! How are you an elm mallet! Partition! Partition! Don't have hands and feet, how can there be fish with long hands and feet! ”

"Yes...... You're the fish, aren't you? ”

"Stupid! A sucker! You're such an elm mallet! How can there be a talking fish! The one who can't talk is the fish! ”

Xiao Shuai looked at the woman lying on the ground fixedly, she really didn't say a word from beginning to end.

"Again...... And then what? ”

"See that black pot, put her in the pot and steam."

"Steaming ...... How long does it take to steam? ”

"One year."

"What! How long is it going to take? ”

"Steamed until the bones are crispy and the meat is rotten, and steamed until it turns into soup!"

"Why ......"

"Prevent Her from Resurrection......"

"She's dead...... By the way, who is she...... Who are you? ”

"She's a ...... Fish"

"What about you?"

"Stupid, can't you guess?" The godless fish's eyes turned red, and their mouths opened and closed, mocking him unceremoniously.

When he dreamed of this, Xiao Shuai woke up and woke up from this slimy dream. It seemed to be wet and soft underneath, as if the night rain from last night had drifted in from the window, soaking his sheets and quilt.

……

"The beginning is good.,But there's one thing I have to say.,How can the male protagonist be called Xiaoshuai.,What about the female protagonist? It's not going to be called Xiaomei, right? Do you know how many Xiaoshuai and Xiaomei are on the Internet now! ”

"I'm sorry, but I don't really know how to name ......"

"Xiao Zhao, Xiao Qian, Xiao Sun, Xiao Li, you open the surnames of hundreds of families, and pick one of them at random is a hundred times better than Xiao Shuai!"

"Hey, it's a great way to get a name......

"When I first saw these two words, I was about to commit PTSD, and I didn't even have a good idea of the whole story that followed. It can be said that even if this is a good story, it was instantly ruined by these two words. ”

"Ah...... Maybe that's the magic of 'Little Shuai'......"

"You...... To put it this way...... It doesn't seem bad either...... It seems to have a little bit of meaning......".

"It's a pleasure to receive your feedback after reading, which is the wish of all writers."

"I can't wait to see the story below."