Without the impact of Kunpeng's illusion as an aid, Mu Songbai naturally could not reach the state of leisurely travel. For this reason, in the next few days, Chen Xinyan took the dream courtyard as the center of the circle, and searched all over the circle and couldn't find Lao Zhuang. No disciple has ever seen such a person, and even the Wuhua Jing Tutu was at a loss when Chen Xinyan mentioned Lao Zhuang, which did not seem to be a fraud. As if water vapor evaporated in the air, it seemed that there had never been an old man named Lao Zhuang between heaven and earth.

In the following days, Chen Xinshen spent his days sleeping and practicing the Sleeping Immortal Gong. Except for chatting with Mu Songbai when he occasionally woke up, Chen Xinyan found that since he began to practice the Sleeping Immortal Gong, he had been lazy and uninterested in other things. Fortunately, when Sleeping Fairy Gong is in the fugue, he still has a sense of the surroundings of the body, and he can wake up in time if there is an emergency, so whenever Chen's mother enters the door to see her son, she will always see her son holding a CPA test question book and studying it carefully. This made Chen's mother sigh greatly, when did her son work so hard.

Time flies like a white horse, and the winter vacation is coming to an end in a blink of an eye. For Chen, the start of the semester not only means ushering in the last semester of college, but also means that he will go to the magic capital for an internship, which will be the first time he will meet Mu Songbai in the real world.

After entrusting his roommate to help complete the registration of the school report, after packing his luggage, in the eyes of his parents, Chen Xinyan quickly stepped on the train to the magic capital. After taking his seat, Chen Xinshen leaned lazily back in his chair, and soon fell into a fugue state that seemed to be asleep but not asleep.

Different from the feeling when he practiced the Sleeping Immortal Gong and entered the Wandering Journey in the past, this time the fugue state ended quickly. If the state of the getaway is compared to a journey of the soul, then the previous journey was in the realm of pure emptiness and tranquility, but this time it is a short trip of ten kilometers. It's still the kind of car that sits in a sports car. One word, too fast.

Maybe it's because there are too many people on the train, and there are too many distractions, right? In any case, it's not okay for a man to be too fast. Chen Xinyan sighed sadly, closed his eyes and thought slowly, but noticed that his left shoulder was heavy.

This feeling, yes, when I used to read novels, the protagonist would always have an affair when he took a plane, a bullet train, or a bus. Could it be that I came to work when I was in the middle of the ashes? This light feeling brought by resting my head on my shoulder, I vaguely remember that I was sitting next to a cute girl before going to bed just now.

Based on his lazy cancer attack, he opened his eyes, spoke, woke up people, listened to his sister-in-law's apology, and then smiled and said that it was okay, think about it carefully, it's so troublesome, and sure enough, let's go with her. So, Chen Xinshen decided to be a good person to the end, with such a broad and strong shoulder to rely on, at least don't disturb others to have a sweet dream, right?

Chen Xinyan sighed faintly again. Sure enough, Chen Xinyan, you are still too kind. Senior sister, I didn't do anything to be sorry for you.

I'm drooling! I'm drooling! I'm sleeping, isn't it too much to drool? Sure enough, let's wake her up, otherwise the sweater will be dirty and won't be easy to wash, it's too troublesome. Chen Xinyan felt that his left shoulder was a little wet, imagining the girl's eyebrows, leaning on his shoulder, snorting and drooling, his left eye couldn't help but curiously quietly open a gap, and the afterglow was aimed at his left shoulder.

Chen Xinyan woke up instantly, it was okay not to look at it, but when he saw it, he only felt as if he had heard some sound of cracking. Is that the sound of a broken dream? Or is it the sound of a broken heart? The girl next to her has already gotten out of the car, and the one who is leaning on her shoulder and drooling is a shriveled and thin old lady.

Chen Xinshen opened his eyes and looked at the old lady's gray hair and old face, and was about to wake up the old lady sitting next to him, but his heart suddenly flashed the scene he had seen in the previous iQue. When he was in the fugue before, Chen Xinshen did not swim in the realm of Taixu, but witnessed a cleaning lady for more than ten years like watching a movie, raising her children with a meager salary. The heavy work makes her forties like a withered old man in her sixties and seventies, and her son has grown up and is working in the magic capital. His son is her spiritual pillar and her only hope. Her only dream is for her children to have a good life.

Yes. Before, I thought it was just a dream, but when I thought about it carefully, I had already awakened and broken free from the cage of dreams, how could I dream? Looking at the tired face of the aunt next to him, Chen Xinshen knew that what he had seen before was undoubtedly this person. Thinking of this, he closed his eyes again and let her fall asleep on his shoulder.

As the train rises and falls, shuttling through the mountains, Chen Xinshen closes his eyes and thinks about why he can see the experiences of others. Time flies in a blink of an eye, and the bullet train is about to arrive at the terminal magic capital.

"Auntie wake up, it's almost time to get there. Chen Xinyan woke up the aunt next to her.

The aunt quickly came to her senses, and when she found herself leaning on Chen Xinyan's shoulder, saliva flowing down his shoulder, she panicked.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry boy, I accidentally fell asleep and soiled your clothes. Aunt Cleaning lowered her head, not daring to look at Chen Xinyan.

For some reason, looking at the familiar scene of the aunt nodding and apologizing, Chen Xinyan felt a little sad in his heart. When you are in a fugue, the cleaning lady will inevitably accidentally touch someone else's moldy head, and whenever this happens, she always nods and apologizes to others. But who is right or wrong, it is always her who apologizes.

Big people and people who claim to be big people think they have a long-term vision, but they can't always see their feet clearly. Little people have the difficulties of small people, they live in the mud, no one cares about their sorrows, and no one can give them the respect they want. The eyes of the great bigwigs are full of words such as economic fatalism, the lifeblood of the country, and so on, and they talk about it, as if they have done something amazing. And the lowly, the lowly little people do the work that the big people don't want to do, they are cautious, they keep apologizing to people, they respect everyone, but they seem to have done something wrong. The great are humble, and the humble are great. When a person encounters an ant, they will choose to turn a blind eye, but when the ant rushes into you, whether it is right or wrong, you will choose to crush it. When you meet a cleaning lady on the street, do you turn a blind eye or do you turn a blind eye?

We cast our eyes and saw nothing. The long streets were crowded with clad animals, like a flat bulletin board, on which letters went around meaninglessly. All of them, despite their different faces and postures, were equally unconscious, like an invisible hand manipulating a moving marionette with the same fingers. In their own way, they express their consciousness with various gestures and gestures, and they are not aware of anything because they are not aware of their consciousness. Whether smart or stupid, they are all equally stupid. Whether they are old or young, they are all the same age. Both men and women belong to the same non-existent gender.

Chen Xinyan looked at the figure of his aunt bowing her head and apologetically, and he made a decision.