The room was small, about nine square meters, with only a small brown silk bed, a bookshelf, a desk, and a mahogany-colored standing cabinet. There was nothing else, anything else that I was familiar with. For example, there are no computers, no televisions, and no mobile phones.

I must not have woken up, it must have been a dream. Who's going to kidnap me? I'm just a cautious citizen, and it's impossible to offend any gang boss. I closed my eyes and thought about it calmly, thinking back and forth, am I crazy? How could you have such a ridiculous dream?

Then I smiled wryly and opened my eyes again, shaking my head to clear myself up.

However, everything is as I first saw it.

This is not my room!

No, no. This room, when and where I seemed to have seen it, was very familiar, as familiar as if I had lived in it before.

The crimson bookshelves, the dark green thick writing desk, and the bright green curtains, where I have lived!

I cried out, "Impossible! That's impossible! No way! I must be crazy! ”

I screamed repeatedly, loudly, as if the sound could drive away my fears. But the surroundings are quiet, like the end of the world.

The door of the room opened, and without warning it was opened from the outside, and at that moment I saw the man standing in front of the door, and the look of horror written on the man's face. My mind was ringing like the unexplained roar in the underground walkway that day, and I think I was close to fainting.

"Xiaoxu, what's wrong with you?"

This is my mother's gentle and scared and sad tone, my mother.

However, she is not my current mother! I totally understand where I am. This is the past me, the past mother, the past room I lived in, the past scene and the past reality. How many years ago was this?

My mother approached my bedside in the white dress with red flowers, I don't remember her ever having one, but I'm sure the young mother in front of me was no more than forty years old!

"What's wrong with you? Scared my mom to death. Do you have nightmares? ”

When my mother saw that I was pale but not in any obvious danger or serious condition, she thought I was just having a nightmare.

"Xiao Xu, you have been like this since the college entrance examination, you are always in a state of mind, are you worried about the results of the college entrance examination? Don't worry, you won't be able to take the test this time, and it's okay to take the test next time. ”

My mother said thoughtfully, stroking my head as I spoke, as if I were a child. No, first of all, my mother is not old at all, and secondly, I am a child now. Wait a minute, college entrance exam?

I remember that I took the college entrance examination in 1990 and was admitted to Hangzhou University at that time. Well, it seems that whether I'm dreaming now or not, I'm eighteen years old. Nineteen years ago?

I'm fine, Mom. I said calmly, and then lay down again. Then, no, now, we live in a dorm near University Road, on the first floor, and it's cool. So, I'm going to have to get some more sleep.

Mother left my room, and now I can calm down and fall asleep again. This must be a dream, I was like this when I was a child, I couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality, when I woke up from a dream, I always felt a sense of absurdity of Zhuang Shengxiao's dream.

But I didn't succeed in falling asleep, and the pleasant fragrance and cool feeling of the sycamore leaves wafting out of the window made me feel comfortable, but I couldn't sleep. I didn't think about anything, I just felt that sleeping in this small room had an indescribable comfort, but it was impossible to sleep.

Half an hour later, I opened my eyes, and everything was the same, maybe I had been living in a dream. Anyway, I felt like I had to cheer myself up, so I put on my bedside shirt and black trousers and stood up. The style of clothing is not considered soil from the current point of view, perhaps, men's clothing is really the same for decades.

I walked out of the small room and saw a restaurant that was only about ten meters away, and two slightly larger rooms. One is the study, where my father is lying on a bamboo recliner reading Zhejiang Daily, and on the bench next to him is a brand-new old-fashioned radio, which is talking about Typhoon No. 9 landing in Wenzhou. My father had always had the habit of listening to the radio while reading the newspaper, and nineteen years later, it was no different from now. By this time, my mother had already prepared breakfast and brought it to the table. My father sat up from the bench and said to my mother, "I'll go check the mailbox, Xiaoxu's admission letter is almost coming in the next few days." He smiled happily at me as he said this.

Is this acting? I felt like an actor, sleepwalking through fragrant gruel and eating fritters.

I was definitely sleepwalking. Then I suddenly stood up and hurriedly asked my mother, "Mom, do we have mirrors in our house?" ”

My mother looked at me again with a strange and sad expression, "Yes, there is one in the bathroom, Xiaoxu, what's wrong with you?" ”

I didn't bother to say anything, and walked quickly into the bathroom, and sure enough, there was a small round mirror hanging on the small and dark bathroom wall.

What I saw in the mirror was nineteen years ago, a pale, emaciated face, but this face was more youthful than ever, without any wrinkles or dark spots, and its eyes were bright but confused.

This was me nineteen years ago.