The sun is shining and the flowers are shining.

Is it the butterflies dancing in the flowers dreaming of turning into people, or the mortals sleeping on the grass dreaming of turning into butterflies and dancing.

"Brother, get up and play with me......"

A crisp sound woke up the sleeping mortal.

"Where is this?"

He opened his eyes, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes from the strong sunlight in the sky, and he blocked it with his palm, and only looked in all directions for a while.

Wild, wildflowers, little girls, rabbits.

Four simple words can describe your surroundings. Looking at the position of the sun, the time should be in the afternoon. The hillside was full of trumpet flowers, his hair was stained with dog's tail grass, and in front of him a little girl with bright eyes and bright teeth was pulling his ears with her little hands, and the little girl was holding a little rabbit with long ears in her arms, and the rabbit had a red rope tied around its neck, so as not to run away.

When the little girl saw that the person was awake, she took out a handful of black and purple mulberries from her flower cloth pocket, which were already ripe.

"Brother, eat, I just found it, it's sweet......"

The little girl's lips were a little purple, and she looked like she had eaten a lot of mulberries. Zhou Sheng took the mulberry from his little hand and ate one, sweet!

"Where is this?"

Zhou Sheng was stunned......

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After a short period of pervasiveness, the memories in my mind gradually overflowed.

He is not called Zhou Sheng, or Zhou Sheng and Zhou Sheng's shijie is a big dream. His name is Yang Yi, and he is from Yangjiazhuang, and his family has been an authentic farmer for several generations. His parents are alive, there are eleven brothers and sisters, he is the eldest in the family, and there is Yang Er behind him. Yang San. All the way to Yang Eleven.

The little girl in the flower cloth cotton jacket in front of her is Yang Shiyi.

Today is taking advantage of the good weather. Yang Yi took his sister out to herd the pigs.

That's right, it's herding pigs!

The Yang family raised three big-flowered pigs, each of which was fat and strong, in addition to more than a dozen small piglets.

The big-flowered pig leads the little piglets to graze among the wildflowers, and the pig is the best animal in the world, it eats everything, even its own pig manure. The purring piglets ate grass, and Yang Shiyi went to play wildly. Not far away is a mulberry forest, where children go to steal mulberries, a rare delicacy in the countryside.

The sun is good, warm and warm, as soon as people are sleepy, Yang Yi lay on the ridge of the field and fell asleep, slept for three or four hours, and when he woke up, the sun had set, and the orange sunset shone on the earth, spreading a thick blanket. It's beautiful!

In Yang Yi's memory, he grew up in Yangjiazhuang since he was a child. Herding pigs, feeding cows, cutting grass, working. To this day, he has a big dream, a big dream that is very long and real......

"Dreams?"

"Am I awake or dreaming now? Is Zhou Sheng's shijie real or Yang Yi's shijie real?"

Dusted off the grass roots on my sister's body, rubbed the hare that Yang Yi had just caught this morning in his memory, picked a handful of weeds from the side, and put the largest and freshest dog's tail grass into his mouth, feeling a faint smell of grass......

"Who am I?"

Yang muttered, looking at the sunset that was about to set, diffusely.

Children who are lost in the real and false shijie can't distinguish between reality and illusion, Yang Yi's shijie is very real, and Zhou Sheng's shijie is also very real, so if one is fake, which one is that big dream?

"Whether I'm awake or asleep now is a serious philosophical question that I'm going to think about seriously!"

"No doubt I can't figure out what the hell I'm going on right now. Zhou Sheng's shijie was broken the moment he entered Shijie's heart, what happened behind it, what was in Shijie's heart, or, was it really a big dream?"

"Gollum~~"

The belly gurgled, Yang Yi looked down at his belly, he was just a mortal now, not Zhou Sheng in his dreams, he was the supreme powerhouse who looked down on the world. It's a mortal, and it's always hungry......

He ate the mulberry in his hand, wiped his hands on his sackcloth clothes, stood up and patted the grass clippings and dirt on his buttocks.

Holding his sister's hand, Yang Yi blew a whistle, and the three imposing big fat pigs led the little piglets out of the trampled messy flowers, swaggering.

"Let's go, go home......"

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In the twenty-first year of the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty, the founding emperor Emperor Wen of Sui was still in power.

After the tribal era, after the Xia, Shang and Three Dynasties, the world was in turmoil, and it was known as the Northern and Southern Dynasties. After the Northern and Southern Dynasties, it was the Great Sui Dynasty.

If today's singing and dancing is leveling, it is in a prosperous era. The five granaries of the Great Sui were full, the rice that could not be eaten in the next year was rotten, and the copper coins were piled up in the warehouse, which was a happy era.

According to Zhou Sheng's shijie, the Great Sui was followed by the Tang Dynasty, and the Tang Dynasty was destroyed by the Great Jin after three hundred years. After the Jin Dynasty, it was for the Qin and Han dynasties. At the end of the Han Dynasty, the great Qianxing was prosperous for 800 years......

Yang Yida dreamed of 5,000 years, maybe it was a dream of Huangliang, or maybe it was Zhou Sheng who traveled to 5,000 years ago after 5,000 years, and even Zhou Sheng couldn't tell what the real shijie was.

"Is this a battle between me and Heavenly Dao, or is it really a big dream?"

Zhou Sheng can't tell the difference, it's too real!

"Five thousand years of spring and autumn, what year is it today?"

No matter what year it is, Zhou Sheng's memory will always overwhelm this simple Yang Yi. Human beings are made up of memories, and the so-called soul is only a collection of memories.

Many years ago, there was a madman who came up with a crazy hypothesis, he copied his own memories and injected them into the brains of others, and then the 'other people' became the madmen. In this case, as long as you keep copying your memories, you can achieve an alternative kind of immortality!

For the time being, Zhou Sheng Shijie is called a dream, in the dream, Zhou lived a wonderful time, and he has many memories, especially when he participated in the enlightenment method, he has lived for thousands of years, and his memories have long been piled up in his mind. Now merging with this real memory, of course, it is Zhou Sheng's mentality that occupies the main body.

To put it simply, it is the memory of the dream that crushes the real memory.

After a thousand years of dreams, an alternative personality is formed in the dream, which you can call a split personality!

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On the country road, Yang couldn't see if it was true or false, so he simply didn't care. If this is a dream, there will always be a moment to wake up. If it was a dream, he was already awake.

Stick to the true self, he is who he is, he has never changed!

The brother and sister were followed by more than a dozen pigs, and three domineering pigs occupied most of the road. The farmer with a hoe in the back could only walk through the field next to it with young seedlings and step on the mud.

"Yang Da, your big fat pig has three or four hundred catties, it's so fat, when will you slaughter and eat meat, and give my family some meat to taste......"

"You can't eat this rare thing by yourself, I'm afraid that the intestines will flow oil, it's all sold, and we croppers can just gnaw on the nest and nest......"

"Stingy!"

"There are many children in the family, and they are waiting to eat with their mouths open, but if they eat meat all day long, how many days can they eat?"

Zhou Sheng completely turned into Yang Yi, and even the tone of his speech changed. There is no rustiness at all, he is Yang Yi!

Zhou Sheng is just a dream, maybe this dream is very real, but he is just a dream.

Man must live in reality.

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The saint in the dream is now a mortal, and he can't lift a thousand catties in his hands, and he can't crush the mountains and thick soil with his feet, let alone kill the saint. Now starve him for three days, and he will die.

The flesh is mortal, and the rush has to rely on walking, and it can't sweep thousands of miles with one thought.

Yang Yi's body was thin and weak, and he didn't have a few taels of meat on his body. The countryside can't eat meat a few times a year, and during the Chinese New Year, parents will cut a few catties of cheap fat meat, stew it in a pot, and one by one the greedy cats will gather around the stove, holding a black rice bowl and keeping saliva. Yang Yi, as the eldest in the family, eats a bite and tastes, and leaves the rest to his younger brothers and sisters.

Yangjiazhuang stands on the plain, this is a large state in the Central Plains, fortunately it is not a remote mountainous area, otherwise life will be even more difficult.

Where the rule of law lies, there is usually no bandit robbery, but the taxes are a bit heavy. In the countryside, far away from the Son of Heaven, the temples are high, and they will not pay attention to these small places. It is normal for officials to overcharge taxes for the sake of political performance.

There are a lot of dogs in Zhuangzi, and the big dogs on the street are doing things without shame or irritability, and now the spring is blooming, and it is the estrus period, and these dogs can't bear the heat in their hearts......

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The Yang family was on the east side of Zhuangzi, entered the house, drove the group of piglets back to the pigsty and entered the house.

The old furniture in the house, tables, chairs and benches, a large earthen kang, a large earthen kang, eleven pillows from left to right, and the eleven cubs of the Yang family slept on it together. So many people sleep in a bed, squeezed warm, especially in winter, it is very comfortable, and adding charcoal under the kang is even more comfortable.

"Big brother, it's time to eat......"

"Got it"

Yang Yi answered.

A large table with more than a dozen people around. Yang Yi's father is a carpenter, and he has a good job. Yang Yi's mother was very nagging, and before eating, she counted the heads to see if there were any omissions before starting to eat.

Coarse grains, weak tea, porridge and pickles, wild herbs and grass roots. There are many people in the family, so they can only settle for it.

Yang Yi looked at this group of children, large and small, and a sense of intimacy came from his heart, which was family affection.

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After the meal, the lecture.

...... (To be continued......)