69novels Chapter 351 Countless Dreams
Chapter 351 Countless Dreams
I woke up from a dream once, and the next scene was all paintings.
Various pictures unfold before my eyes.
When you look at those different portraits, do you feel that the portraits are telling a story?
The different portraits seem to tell a story full of tragedy.
Basically, someone tampered with a child's memory, making him pay everything for it, and then brutally killed him when there was no way to make use of him. It is a memory that is hard to describe in words.
But the more I look at it, the more I feel that the person in the painting looks like me? This strange feeling is like a hint from the bottom of my heart, or like it is being told to me directly, but I don’t believe it, so I want to leave.
I don’t know how many times I’ve had this dream, but the best way to wake up from a dream is of course to fall.
Falling gently from a height, and then waking up... The next dream was very similar, full of flowers. There was a vast sea of flowers. There was no height in this dream, it was all flat ground. Someone told me in my ear, find that unique flower, and then you can leave.
I walked aimlessly past thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of flowers. I had seen them all with my own eyes. They were all the same, exactly the same...
What is this? How can there be different flowers?!
The white flowers are all exactly the same. I looked at all the same petals, the same color, the same fragrance. What could be different?
Are you trying to wear out my patience and let me die here?
Endless white sea of flowers. I admit that you are indeed very beautiful, but I don't want you to continue like this.
Finally, he picked up a flower. The flower was very beautiful. He thought about it for a long time, bit his fingertip and let the blood drip on the flower. All the flowers were dyed red in an instant.
Only then did he realize something was wrong. Among the bright red, the pure white flower was particularly eye-catching. He ran over and grabbed the flower that was blown by the wind.
"That's it!"
Only one flower is different, so when you forcibly change one flower and make it different, the remaining flower will remain unchanged. Only the other ordinary flowers will change.
This layer of dream also woke up. After waking up, I looked around with some confusion. The scene in front of me was a tall building. I was just taking a short rest in the car...
"Hey! Are you awake?" Next to him was his friend. "Didn't we agree to go to my house to play together? Let's go. Why did you sleep for so long in the car?"
"I……"
"What's wrong? Didn't you just tell your mother that you were going to play at your classmate's house..."
"You're lying..." He opened his eyes and stared at the other person, "You're lying."
"What are you talking about?! I'm your friend, are you half asleep?!"
“I had my doubts just now, but now you are not my friend!” When my friends see me saying this, they will think I am suffering from Chuunibyou or thinking of a novel. “I never tell my mom that I go to my friends’ houses because she won’t allow it. I do often report to my mother, but she forces me to do so.”
"what are you talking about?!"
"What do I like to eat?"
"Chicken, right?"
“…Wrong.”
"?!"
"Obviously, what I like to eat is fish."
"I got it mixed up. You slept for too long and I was confused too! Let's go eat pickled fish later..."
Put your hand on the other person's hand and give it a firm squeeze: "Fish are disgusting!"
I still wake up from this level of dream, and I am looking for the differences in this world as if I were looking for a bug. I am very tired. How much time have I spent doing this?
"Why did you fall asleep again?!" Was it the teacher's voice? Was I really dreaming?
I didn’t think about what I just experienced, I just felt that this dream was quite real: “Sorry.”
"Come up and solve this problem..."
"Sorry!" You are the product of my dream, you are not real! My teacher would never say this to me, my teacher would never treat me like this...
I jumped directly from the window and saw that there was no place for an air conditioner below. I knew that I was indeed dreaming. Dreams will beautify many things, but I will not forget that there should be room for an air conditioner outside.
I woke up again and had a lot of dreams.
This is the last one...
The sword in my hand has been clenched tightly, and now everything can be ended with a gentle swing!
"Goodbye!"
All the memories came gushing out, and their swords were swung out together, containing all of their hatred. The swords swung out together were unstoppable and split the sky.
Outside is the real dream!
I entered the first dream, the very first dream.
"Nuo Linxi!" A worried voice came, and he turned around.
"It's okay. I had a lot of dreams, and this place is also part of the dream. I just wanted to say something, but it seems that due to some accidents, I made changes..."
"Don't worry, don't worry! Everything is fine..."
"You are afraid, you are afraid of the sword in my hand, right?" After approaching, he looked at the other person seriously. He was taller than the other person, so he looked down on him. "My memory is very messy. You are very important to me, but not that important... You have deceived me. My memory is shaped by you, right?"
He spoke very calmly. He had experienced so many broken dreams and so many things, but his mind was not so cluttered. He still knew and understood.
"That sword should be destroyed... I'm very sorry that I did something that made you unhappy..."
"A big mistake just happened, and you were injured as a result. The water level here is much lower. Is it because of the sword?"
"Yes... Do you want to hear about the disaster this sword brought about?"
"I've been listening." In his eyes, this place can be described as purgatory. All the words in his ears are about killing him, and all the words are reflected in his eyes. Different words, but when translated, they all mean to kill him...
Endless sorrow flooded into my heart.
"I have done something unforgivable... I remember you, but it was not you. You made up a perfect childhood for me, you gave me wonderful memories, and you covered everything up as the past!" I hate deception and self-righteousness, but you would not do this unless there was a reason to do so. I believe you!
I didn't say the second half of the sentence. I didn't dare to say it. I was worried that my words would become a sharp blade that hurt myself. I just said in a sad tone: "I don't want to be deceived again. My memory is false. I know this, but why is that part also false?!"