Chapter 1: Dream
Legend has it that a person who is struck by lightning is unlucky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoPeople who are struck by lightning are not allowed to be buried in coffins, but are buried by fire, and those who are struck by lightning and do not die will be regarded as an ominous obstacle and people often avoid them. Usually people use "five thunderbolts" and "thunderbolts from the sky" to curse the wicked, or use them in poisonous oaths, and there is a reason for this.
There is a teenager, he was struck by lightning, it was when he was a child, obviously he did not die, he has grown up, otherwise this story would have ended with the thunder of that year.
The rumor of "thunder is unlucky" has been passed down from generation to generation and has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, so you can also imagine how painful this teenager's growth experience was. No matter how painful it is, he still grows up, and like other happy children, he can't see anything special, but some young people are old, and they look cold and quiet, which often makes the girls who pass by look back.
A child who has been struck by lightning is an ominous obstacle and cannot stay around, which will bring bad luck to those around him. The parents of this young man, who had endured the helpless hardships of his relatives under the pressure of cold words, resolutely left him behind and supported him with a heart, but the mysterious deaths of his relatives one after another seemed to prove that the ancient rumors were a truth, causing them to finally bear great grief, leave their hometown, and go out with him.
Rumors stop at the wise, and they stop at the unbelievers. When he was young and ignorant, he was in the arms of his parents, weathered the wind and rain, and finally settled in a developed coastal city. With tireless efforts and desperate struggle, his parents took off the coat of "countryman" for him, fought for the opportunity of equal education, and gave him a healthy growth environment. Although the people here are more superstitious than the mainlanders, they only believe in ghosts and gods, not in the sky, and have never heard of the rumors of "thunder is unlucky", let alone believe it.
It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided. It seems that no matter how far he goes, how long time passes, the god of doom will never let him go. When he was about to complete his childhood journey, he was 12 years old, and his father, with the courage and courage to dare to fight, with the help of his wife's natural business acumen, worked hard for ten years through ups and downs, and built the company from a small store-style listed enterprise into an industry pioneer and a leading group in the industry. Just when Diye Group occupied a pivotal position in the southeast coastal economic circle, his mother, a wise woman who was only 30 years old, was brutally killed and robbed of a luxury car by a group of idle horses on the way to the hospital late at night on the way to the hospital. With a high fever, he lay in the sewage, watching blood gush out of his mother's snow-white body, but without a trace of sadness and fear.
Complete one's misery. His father, from the grief of losing his wife, walked out with heavy steps and continued to plan the architectural blueprint of the corporate building. Seeing the brand-new Diye Building, the tallest building in Southeast Asia, stepping into the sky, when the capping was about to end, a violent news was published on the front page of the world's major newspapers and magazines, causing a sensation in the world: Wei Hao, the founder and chief executive officer of Diye Group, died of cardiomyocardial cancer and passed away at the age of 35.
Wei Hao's suicide note mentions his son, the boy in the story. The name Wei Chuan was able to emerge in front of people's eyes. This young man who was once struck by lightning and did not die, is called Wei Chuan, and the inheritance he got from Diye Group is only two residences in the southeast corner of the top floor of Diye Building, and the suicide note clearly states that Wei Chuan only has the right of residence, nothing more.
During the funeral, Wei Chuan was still silent and expressionless, in the eyes of outsiders, this is a manifestation of the grief of the "big man", but in fact, this is an expression of his indifference. Ever since his father, his only relative, had left him, he had developed a fear of thunder and lightning. This story begins with a thunderstorm in the past.
This is not a flaming mountain, and there is no abnormal harsh climate that has not encountered a long drought and no rain for a hundred years, but here, as long as it rains, there will definitely be people who are moved to tears and cheer. This metropolis is populated, because it is prosperous and developed, and most importantly, the climate here is very good, not to mention that the four seasons are like spring, and there is indeed no great cold and heat, but this summer, there is something abnormal, and the scorching heat quietly attacks and attacks. In addition to being maddening, there is a sense of foreboding, because people say that "the great cold and the heat are the signs of war." ”
At this time, it was nightfall, the temperature showed no sign of dropping, and the vehicles on the highway were still flowing endlessly, looking very anxious. People are like warm-water frogs, in this hot air, no longer using words to resist meaninglessly, but waiting for the judgment of death.
Despair seems to coexist with hope.
Just when people no longer expect to "be fine after tonight", suddenly, a light breeze rises, carrying coolness and humidity. At first, people thought it was just a "reflection of the light" and didn't get excited about it. However, when the flying sand and rocks swept up the ground, people realized that the rain was really coming.
When the excitement and cheer of men have not yet entered the state, fear and panic, like heat without light, attack the crumbling hearts of men.
The wind, getting stronger. The rain grains were like projectiles, hitting the skin with severe pain, but this was only the prelude to the symphony, just when the young and strong young people were looking for the old people and children, the basin rain was pouring down. The ground instantly rose to water, and in an instant, there was only one voice in the whole world, and everyone could only hear this one sound, that is, the sound of the angry rain.
Diye Building, standing proudly in the commercial center of this city, is 99 storeys high, making people look up and make the buildings bow down. In the adjacent building of the Diye Building, Yongcheng Bojue International Commercial Building, there is a woman standing on the balcony, staring up at the windows in the southeast corner of the top floor of the Diye Building, which have not been lit since nightfall, as if looking up at the hero, and expecting the hero to look down at each other, looking forward to its brightness. She knew that the window, which had not been lit, was located in the southeast corner of the ninety-ninth floor of the Diye Building, and although there was no light, there was someone inside, a young man of seventeen or eighteen. She seemed to be able to see in the light of lightning that the boy was still wearing the overalls decorated with car grooming, sitting on the edge of the bed near the broken bridge window, and she could see his handsome face, with fear written on it, and felt infinite pity for it. This is an elegant and noble woman, wearing a splendid cheongsam at this time, and now in this era when the post-10s will rise, the woman who can wear the cheongsam has an elegant and refined temperament, and has extraordinary wealth.
The brilliant night scene of the city, in front of this woman's eyes, instantly became blurred, the glass made a "pop" sound, more and more dense, and then, the whole world outside the window disappeared, and the hero-like Diye Building was no exception.
In the market, when the people who were fleeing in a panic were stumbling around like headless flies, suddenly the chaos in front of them turned into a piece of light, and the light made everyone have nothing in their sight, only a transparent bright light, and their ears lost their hearing, like a huge firecracker had sounded, and they could not hear any sound, and all the people were still.
A huge pillar of lightning spit out from the sky, like a huge palm grasping at a childlike little steamed bun, covering the entire city, illuminating every corner, making all the physical structures and buildings transparent, even the underground garage and sewers became bright. A loud bang that almost destroyed the world, like lightning, reached any corner, and it seemed that the whole world was trembling in fear of this huge thunder.
In the dark room in the southeast corner of the ninety-ninth floor of the Diye Building, there lived a young man named Wei Chuan, who was the only son of Wei Hao, the owner of the Diye Building. He was full of fear in the flickering lightning, and he was hunched in his arms with his knees folded. And fainted in this powerful thunder and lightning. With his feet on the glass and his hands on his heart, his expression is so peaceful, perhaps people become fearless in ignorance and desirelessness, so as to be calm and safe.
Powerful thunder and lightning, so that all the power supply and storage equipment suffered a devastating blow, even the independent battery, because of this blow, lost his due effect, no electricity, under such a huge storm, there are really too few things that can illuminate, at this moment, it seems that there is no light in any place, since the huge thunder and lightning, the world has fallen into darkness and still the same torrential rain.
The boy breathed a sigh of relief in the darkness and laughed, but it was only his dream, and in reality, he was lying in bed as if he were dead. For the first time in his dream, he felt so comfortable, he even knew that he was lying on a soft bed, and the crazy rainstorm had completely washed away the summer anxiety that had been building up for days. In the dream, he also lay soft, enjoying the natural coolness and serenity after the rain. Is it really peaceful, it seems that someone is humming a song in his ear at this time. "No, the rain is so loud, why is this song so clear, where am I, am I in a dream?" Wei Chuan asked himself in surprise. He knew that he had entered the second level of dreams, the so-called dreams within dreams.
Since the death of his father, Wei Chuan has been afraid of thunderstorms, and every time he encounters a thunderstorm night, he will have difficulty sleeping, and even if he falls asleep, he must have nightmares. Over the years, how many thunderstorm nights he has experienced, how many nightmares he has experienced, over time, he actually has the ability to control dreams, and even he can come and go freely in layers of dreams, but he can't get out of the first layer of dreams autonomously, and he can't finish the deeper dreams.
The murmuring tune, like a lullaby, made him feel lazy. Suddenly, he remembered that it was a little tune that his mother used to hum when she used to carry him to sleep. Just as he understood, his beautiful young mother suddenly appeared in the dream, smiling sweetly and warmly at him. When he saw his mother's gentle and beautiful smile, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the warm picture in his dream suddenly became gloomy and cold, and his beautiful mother was lying on the ground where the sewage was flowing, and blood gushed out of her abdomen.
"No!" he roared in his dream.
"What about me?" a woman with only half of her face burned all over her body, none other than his aunt, roared at him with her mouth wide open. In an instant, he turned into a blue-faced and fanged man, who was none other than his uncle, who also sneered and said to him, "No, what about me?"
"No!" a chill came from the bottom of my heart. Wei Chuan roared again.
"What about me?" His grandfather, grandmother, cousins, and all the other relatives who died in his memory appeared in his dreams for a while, and the appearance of death was the tragic state of death, but they all came to life in the dream, complained to him, made him roar, and seemed to eat him alive. At last he knelt down helplessly, and pleaded in pain: "Why do you want to leave me alone, kill me." ”
"Hahaha, I won't kill you, I'll make you worse than dead, live in torment. All the people were sneering at him, full of hatred.
"How could I like him!"
When Wei Chuan was curled up on the ground, hugging his head and crying for mercy, the world suddenly quieted, and he heard a girl talking coquettishly, he looked up sharply, and sure enough, it was the girl he loved deeply, and he was incorrigibly infatuated with her during military training in college, so he couldn't extricate himself, even though the girl didn't love him. At this time, the beloved girl was wearing a white shirt, a light green long skirt on the bottom, light amethyst high heels, a wide gold ribbon around her waist, and a ponytail on her head. When Wei Chuan was overjoyed, he wanted to step forward and call the girl, but suddenly a boy chased the girl up and flattered: "That guy Wei Chuan, looking like a dog, actually has a bad stomach, I grew up with him as a child, I don't know." ”
"Hmph, you speak ill of him again, don't expect me to ignore you in the future. The girl said, walking briskly ahead with an angry look on her face.
When Wei Chuan saw this scene, his mind was blank, he didn't expect to grow up together since he was a child, treating him as a brother and a real buddy, hoping to use his relationship to get close to that girl, but he didn't know that he was secretly inserting a knife, and couldn't help but roar angrily: "Okay, well, since you don't like me, and God doesn't pity each other anymore, then I will go against the sky and be my own hero." ”
When he finished roaring, he felt very comfortable, suddenly there was a loud bang in his ears, a bolt of lightning, passed between his eyes, in the moment of alternating black and white, he saw all the people in his memory, once again appeared in front of him, and then gradually disappeared with the dimming of the light, and the girl he had been in love with for a long time in college, although she did not dump him at all, seeing that she was disappearing, he still felt sad, and began to cry out the girl's name in pain, and his heart was extremely afraid, because this darkness was going to take away his beloved woman, he was busy chasing forward, and suddenly there was a sharp stabbing pain in the soles of his feet, like an electric shock, which instantly spread throughout his body。
At this moment, the dream world changed again, into a gentle bedroom, and Mom and Dad opened the door, and their faces were smeared with red, green, white and yellow cream cakes, and they laughed at him like a playful smile, thinking that he had woken up from his dream when he was still four years old. Suddenly, he shook all over his body, and a little boy came into his sight, who was when he was four years old. No! It can't be! Who is he? He is me, who am I, where am I? I'm still in a dream! Yes, I'm eighteen years old, it's a dream. When he figured it out, suddenly the mild bedroom was dark.