Bored, I poked the waf software aimlessly, and then I suddenly saw the bizarre dream in my mind again, and then I had the idea of ​​finding friends to discuss the situation together. I converted the page to the friend list column, took a look at the avatars of those two-dimensional characters, as well as user names displayed in various languages, and used green circles under most people's avatars.

There are two types of online status of waf. The first is a green circle, and the second is a red circle. The green meaning of green is the same as the traffic lights on the main road, which means that the user is in the online status of waf. Even if the message is transmitted, it should not be too disturbed. Therefore, as long as the user does not mind, he can send the message for online communication. Red means that the user is currently busy or resting. If he goes to disturb the user rashly, he may not receive a reply in time, and may also disturb the busy party. Therefore, except for new players who have just entered the software who do not know how to distinguish appearances, we users who have used the software for a while know how to choose the right time to communicate with others, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings or displeasures.

I turned my eyes to the top of my phone, and the time was displayed was 18:00, which is about 6:00 pm. I tried hard to lift my head up and looked at the wall clock. The long and thin needles of the wall clock were ticking and ticking, and the short needles on the clock also pointed clearly and clearly at 6, while the longer and thicker needles were pointing at 12 without any bias. The correctness was correct, and the result of the proofreading was indeed this time.

Looking at everything that was dim and dull around me, I reached out and touched the urine bag that was warm and bulging. I felt a little unsatisfied and smiled like a self-deprecatingly, feeling helpless but unable to solve it:

Since my legs were paralyzed and my emotional vortex deepened, it was basically difficult for me to step out of my house, let alone enter society. I just hand over the days when my body was left in the world to this dark and sunless small bedroom, and confine my body to a broken bed and chair. As long as I don’t pull the curtains to both sides, even if the sun rises, whether the moon is set, or whether it is snow or rain outside, you have to check it through your mobile phone to know. The only way to get current news is still through the small square box. Is this kind of life really meaningful?

Either beat my paralyzed body and hurt myself with great difficulty, or make some negative energy words, or turn the pain in my heart into a long discussion of pain literature, turn my head into a quilt, sleeping, curling up in the quilt day and night, or wait for food and food to be fed for two, and brushing my teeth and washing my face with the help of my family cursing... Sometimes they would wipe my back with towels, or bring me a basin of water for me to soak my feet slightly. Although I didn't shower directly, it was much more comfortable to rinse my feet. My feet would occasionally kick the water all over the floor, but due to the extreme inconvenience of my body, I could only go to the bathroom to take a bath occasionally, so I had no too much request in this regard, just keep my body from smelling rotten.

...It's true that it's six o'clock.

The sky may still be shining with twilight at 6pm in spring or summer, but if it is 6pm in autumn or winter, the sky will be dark without any accident. Even the night sky is like a night sky without fingers. The temperature will drop, and the evening breeze will sweep away the cool breeze. All students should have finished their day of busy main course study. Students in kindergartens and primary schools have already gone home for a holiday to rest. Ordinary middle school students and high school students are about to enter free evening self-study, or ordinary homework to finish the homework assigned in the classroom. Students in junior high school and senior high school students are undergoing high-intensity tutoring, all moving towards ideal high school or university.

But for high schools in county towns like Nanshan, which do not have much pressure, this time point should be the free time for high school students in Nanshan. Some students will take a mountain bus back home after school and start to review their homework on the way back home. Some stay at school to help teachers clean up their homework, and some return to the dormitory for a full day of study and rest as they should. When they have a little leisure time, they take a look at their mobile phones or reply to messages from netizens or friends.

I think the dream is very interesting. The reversal appearance and identity, the reversal of life experiences and value attitudes. Everything that cannot happen in real life but appears completely in the dream is impossible to explain by common sense. At most, it can only be interpreted by scientific ideas that have not been studied to the deepest depth. However, the words "Dreams are broken mirrors in parallel worlds" that my grandfather said have never been erased in my mind. So, I intend to spit out all the confusion accumulated in my heart behind the screen and talk to netizens who have a wide range of knowledge about this bizarre dream.

I am curious about what expression Lin Moli, who is one of the dream characters and is the most important protagonist of Nanshan, will show after hearing this news? Is it surprised or unbelievable, is it because I am happy from the heart that I am in parallel time and space that I have grown into what I want and everyone, or just feel joking and laughing at me, thinking that something that does not exist is just a smile?

I tried to lift my right arm that didn't have much strength, gritted my teeth and maintained all the strength on my arm, and gently touched each key surface of the curtain with a slight trembling finger to organize the barely rational language, typing down the text word by word, pressing the blue send key tremblingly, and passing these electronic words from my curtain to the opposite side: Jasmine, there is something I think is very interesting, so I took it out and discuss it with you.

Just now, when I was sleeping, I accidentally entered a strange dream from the first person angle, and saw you and me who looked completely different from the reality, had completely different identities, and had a career that was far from that of the same.

In reality, your pupils are deep blue, but in your dreams you can say it has a big reversal. In dreams, you have the same brown hair as the one in reality, but your eyes are a unique symbol of the southern mountainous areas of the South Mountains, and the brown beads you have longed for in reality over the years. Although I am not your "Lin Moli" himself, if I had experienced so many unfairness, I could remove the blue eyes that symbolize bad luck in the eyes of the locals and experience such a magical dream, I think you should be very happy, or have a feeling of fulfilling your wish and crying with joy after getting up?

Similarly, in reality, I have been declared by the medical community that I cannot stand up again. No matter what rehabilitation methods are used or how foreign drugs are controlled, my legs still seem to not exist on me, which makes me extremely upset. My emotions are also difficult to stabilize due to various external factors. Even if some emotional stabilizers are added, I have been constantly increasing the dosage, and my mood has not improved much. I even put all the medicine in a handful of days ago.

The department swallowed it and was taken to the hospital by an ambulance to wash the stomach until it vomited blood. But I vaguely remember that in this dream I had, I was a handsome big boy who always kept smiling and firm on the surface. I remember very clearly that my legs were healed in my dream and my emotions gradually became stable. Although it was not smooth sailing, it could be said that I defeated the ups and downs in one fell swoop, successfully achieving the dream I dreamed of when I was a child, and becoming a special force soldier in the glorious first-piece production company.

But at first, we had awkward relationships with us, and conflicts were aggravated in the literary circle. Everyone knew that we had existed like our old enemies and mortal enemies. However, until the end, both sides were moved by the sufferings suffered by each other, and their thoughts and opinions slowly changed, becoming friends who allowed each other to express their feelings, supporting each other forward, which was a complete reversal ending - but your identity in your dream can only be said to have a major reversal,

You in the dream gradually became familiar with me through online chats, and we in the dream began to have a peaceful and even peace of mind. But in fact, you in the dream were a traitor who deceived me and invaded the inside, and a spy-like person who stood on the evil side. In the dream, I finally discovered and believed that you had invaded our troops only because of spying on intelligence. After I struggled between friendship and righteousness, I still chose to destroy you and fulfill my duties as a soldier.

From this we can see that in the dreams of the Special Composition First Operation Company, although the dream only remains in a small piece in my mind, there are not many clues to continue speculation, but all the scenes in the dream are opposite or opposite to reality, and the results presented are naturally absolutely reversed. Things that did not happen in reality, or even completely different results occur in dreams. What really happened in dreams is an illusory bubble in reality. In short, such a dream is what the older generation calls "anti-dream". If Jasmine is so knowledgeable, what do you think of such a dream?

A corresponding reply was soon heard from the opposite side of the screen.

Lin Moli said: I think dreams are projections of the subconscious mind. It seems that my subconscious mind still has legs that can move. I hope I can live a normal life without discrimination like my ordinary peers in the Nanshan District of Nanshan District. However, when it comes to getting better, this... According to the ambiguity and probability of dreams, there is also a possibility that the wind events in the dream can actually happen, which is why some people think that they will have a premonition dream. Everything in the world has possibility, and as for your dream, I personally think that it is not impossible. Maybe you can stand up in another time and space or latitude and become the special forces you want to become in reality.

I am also curious that as the second male lead in Tianshan Beiren, a patient with three limbs in reality, Ren Woxing, knows that his legs and hands have become healthy, and he is notorious in the local area. After driving drunk, he drove him on the road and caused him to be paralyzed, turned into a hero of respect for the country. His dream from childhood to adulthood has been fully achieved in the dream and has become an excellent sniper. He can still aim for half a second without a mirror. He can shoot the head and kill the enemy's instant sniper with one shot. What is his view on dreams? Will the balance of trust turn to positive or negative answers?

I sent to Ren Woxing with slightly modified words, and the opposite side of the screen kept showing "the other party is entering" until about twenty minutes of input, but a relatively complete sentence popped up. I think for writers who pursue high-quality text, no matter how difficult the current scene is or how difficult it is to type, as long as they are conscious, they need to do so as not to make typos as possible. This is respect for writers who write and those who communicate with themselves on the other side.

As a powered wheelchair that can only lie on the bed or lean on a high backrest, typing on the keyboard or screen with a weak hand, and ensuring that there are no typos in every sentence is indeed a little difficult thing, just because even if you enter the voice to convert text, you need to manually sort out the typos and inconsistent sentences in the language, and then turn them into normal expressions. Therefore, even after reading online, the reply speed is much slower, which requires forgiveness. He once said this: As a disabled author or a friend, if you don’t even have time to wait for the other party to piece together the complete language with a broken limb, or you think my reply speed occupies a lot of your time, then my suggestion is to clean up the floor and run away in shame as soon as possible, so as not to be able to bear it in the end and blame someone who should be innocent. That would be like being plagued by bad luck?

The answer given to me by Ren Woxing is still sarcastic. He seems a little skeptical: Oh, if Zhan Zai likes to achieve his dreams in his dreams, then you can sleep soundly in bed all day long. That will make people feel extremely happy both physically and mentally, and can stand up and train for wars, right? Well, I say this as if a guy who is a bit "everyone is drunk and I am awake alone" exposes the "Young beautiful girl's dream". It's so sad, so sad. Do I still want to continue talking?

After listening to his reply, I looked for friends in the friend list who could talk about this topic again, and at this moment, but in the end I turned the list of friends to the bottom with a very heavy mood, staring at the brown-haired and brown-eyed avatar, which means a prohibited circle. She has never been online since a few months ago. Even though my legs in my dream are healthy, I can jump around, do all kinds of fancy tactical actions, and play various guns and weapons, I am still a heroic warrior who is always ready to sacrifice his life for the country like her.

But she had no face to tell her what the content about her dream was: because of this extreme anti-dream, she turned her identity, who should have been called a hero, into a traitor, into a treason soldier who could not accept any Chinese, and became a guilty person in our country and a lackey who would not die well. But everyone must be clear that she was a hero who made first-class contributions to the country outside the dream, a soldier who sacrificed to protect the frontier, and was a soldier who could not stand up for my whole life, just ask her to live well, continue to protect the border line of the motherland, and tell everyone about her concept of writing.

Although I had already sacrificed in the border conflict when I didn't know that she was a glorious special forces soldier, based on my previous understanding of her, I could also imitate her tone and say a few words:...If I would also betray the country, then there would be no soldiers in the world who are loyal to the country. Ha, Cheng Fengzhan, what's so funny? I said, this shouldn't be a story that you kid made up deliberately, right? Well, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it. I won't make a decisive conclusion for the time being, but don't be caught by me. If you make up the problem, you will take the initiative to surrender and discourage yourself? Be frank and lenient, resist and be strict, and don't forget to punish you for being confined and writing a review letter.

But I can never hear such an answer again.

In order not to let others know that I was the kind of person who would feel uneasy when I saw my master's head and chat records, I quickly pulled the chat page up to the top, and then followed by a look at which someone appeared in the dream. Now I was in my free time to facilitate the chat and the good news friends to transfer some relaxed topics. A black appearance, orange mixed with yellow fire, and a red triangle-eyed bomb avatar came into my eyes. I couldn't help but burst into laughter. I wanted to see how this literary friend, known as the powder keg, would look at the scene of his fight with me in his dream.

"... Stop, what did you say? I kicked you and paralyzed you before you came back to reality? My feet really have the effect of making the weak and unconscious people recognize the facts? Haha, just say it, I am indeed the most awesome - tsk. Oh, thank you for telling me that patients with extreme mania are 10 million times more powerful in dreams than in reality. My identity is the special forces soldier I have longed for since I was a child, so I am fucking cool."

Before I could finish this description, Yang Liekuang, who was grinning on his head, shouted excitedly across the screen. It seemed that his avatar was very consistent with his condition, and he seemed to be very satisfied with his identity in his dream.

Not only do you retain the name of extreme mania, you can fight the enemy in the name of extreme mania, but you only have slight mental conditions and no physical symptoms. Instead, your combat power increases violently by dozens of times, and your strength, explosive power and endurance are all rapidly improved. All kinds of leg techniques and boxing techniques are in place just as well as killer moves. The body shapes and shapes all show the form of a fierce man. The muscles on the arms and the muscles on the legs are as strong as fortresses. You can even push "I" back to reality directly from the dream with just one fly knee. It sounds like a strong candidate.

"Typing won't reveal that I'm not talking very smoothly, so I really thank you for telling me that such a magical story happened to you and me in my dream. Well, yes, I hope that next time you dream about this dream, please remember it carefully and tell me more with your ability."

Through such typing and communication, looking at the glittering nameplate he recharged on the waf, I could not feel that An Jingfeng was speaking at the back of the screen. Seeing the overall picture on his head was made of black and white, with flowing black hair in his white hair, and the animation heads of the special forces members in the bulletproof military uniform, it was even more difficult to associate such a cold and handsome image with the word "disability". At most, people can think of only silent and battle-prone warriors.

"Is it me, the company commander of the Disabled Special Forces Company? Sounds cool!"

Three cute big-faced rabbits with cute expressions, a cute question, a realistic photo of herself holding a big green kite. This is the image of Company Commander Rena who suffers from bipolar disorder in the dream, in reality, on the Internet. When she was sick, she learned that she had become a special forces member in her dream, and even became the company commander of this special forces company directly. Bipolar disorder no longer became an obstacle to her progress, I felt surprised and unbelievable. A breath of joy and excitement hit her from the screen. I told her confidently that she was indeed the company commander in her dream, and she showed even happier, and even showed a bit of too excited similar to manic appearance.

"I am the deputy company commander?"

"Are you really a military doctor?"

“…”

Ling Wuer, Chen Changsheng and others also showed surprise faces. If it were not for the age of adulthood, or if there was a physical disorder that prevented them from moving freely, they would have jumped three feet high with an excited expression. But without exception, they wanted me to maintain a good rest so that I could strive to have more dreams about them in my dreams. I understand the meaning of their half-joking and half-truth words. If they said it seriously, it would appear too serious, and if they said it too jokingly, it would make people feel very hypocritical. And while mixing some jokes with the truth, it would be easier for people to listen to it and realize their own wishes.

It can be said that the best of all three things is. I smiled.

Just like Lin Moli from a rational perspective: dreams are subconscious existences, but dreams may also happen. No one knows what kind of self will be in another latitude of the multiverse and what interesting reversals will happen. All we can do is work hard in the world we live in today, and strive to make the environment we are in better, at least not bad anymore.

"Baby, ketone, valproic acid and Laurasi, the doctor said I won't give you the next day. The amount of medicine you swallowed was too large a few days ago. Your body could no longer bear the amount of medicine you already had, and your body happened to recover slowly. Are you sleepy? If you are sleepy, go to sleepy, and you won't wash your body today."

The door creaked open, as if in pain. Grandma walked to my bed with a bowl of boiled water expressionlessly. The smile on my face that was amused by netizens also restrained, and I became very cold. Then I used both hands to push my body down a little, and awkwardly covered most of the quilts with two cold and stiff legs. I suddenly threw the remaining quilts into the air, covering my head and upper body, and I really didn't want to see my family. But the specific cover did not cover the lower body, which was something I didn't know, because no matter whether it was covered or not, my legs could not sense the cold and heat, nor would I report to my brain that the quilt was indeed spread on it.

"I don't need water. I didn't notice it and I talked until eight or nine o'clock. I was a little sleepy and went to bed first."

I said something a little irritated and cold, and continued to sleep.
Chapter completed!