In the early Sunday morning after the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, I should have lived in my dreams.

I dreamed of my super idol Diga, Bai Zihua and Sha Qianmo. Suddenly I felt that the inventory in my mind was so powerful! I could play all kinds of messy plots, and I dreamed about a big drama almost every night!

The plot of that dream was the light Superman Diga vs. the dark Sha Qianmo! What shocked me was that Superman Diga did not fight like Superman Diga I like, but would fight with swords like Bai Zihua. It was like Bai Zihua turned into Superman Diga to fight with Sha Qianmo. Of course, the dreamer was me, and the protagonist was of course me. So I was also the Dickey in my dream! The picture was really spectacular, I was really fighting with swords! It was so exciting! Because the Sha Qianmo in the dream was very evil, I was dealt with by me and Diga.

Finally, I woke up happily!

I looked at my phone and there were still more than ten minutes before the alarm clock. I suddenly remembered that I fell asleep before I took a shower... Oh, it's okay, I feel like I'm in such a good mood anyway! So amazing! The mood I had been thinking about the day before the day would not be better, but it turned out to be better because of a dream! Sure enough, inner happiness is the most real thing!

So, in the morning when I woke up, I hurried to wash, dress up, and get the money and equipment because I wanted to shop.

Huh, fortunately, I got everything done before the departure time of the company car and sat in the passenger seat very naturally. That feeling was so good! I always saw a pretty young woman wearing a red dress walking around in front of the car. I had never seen this person...

Later, after learning, she turned out to be the driver's wife!

I heard from the uncle sitting in the back of me that the driver wanted me to sit in the back seat and let his wife take the passenger seat. Oh, I don’t want it. This is the company’s car, not the driver’s own, and he came first and then, so his wife came later than me.

I just kept silent and I sat in the passenger seat unless the driver really dared to ask me to sit in the back seat. However, he didn't do that, but let his wife sit in the back seat. You know, his wife and he are both locals and don't speak Chinese. It would be uncomfortable to let his wife sit with us Chinese, but he did this. This is enough to prove that he is a good driver and has principles. He will not have to sit in the passenger seat where someone has already been in just because he is his wife.

Of course, it also makes me think that I don’t know how to be a human being. Since I know that the passenger seat is what the driver wants to leave for her wife to sit, why should I occupy that position? Huh, because I was not suitable for thinking too much that day, I didn’t expect it. But this made me see the driver’s responsibility. I will pay attention to the car in the future. I will ask him first if his wife will come to take the car, and if she doesn’t come, then take the passenger seat. This is also learning, learning how to be a human being...

After arriving at Suriya, I went to the Central Market for a while. After getting familiar with it, I walked out of the market and went to a nearby musical instrument store.

I want to know how expensive the electronic piano in Cambodia is, I want to buy one. My spiritual world cannot be without music. After preliminary understanding, the electronic pianos there are relatively medium and high-end ones, not those that are bought for a few hundred yuan online in China, but are famous brands such as Yamaha. It seems to cost 400 US dollars, which is 2,400 RMB. Hum, if it is in China, I can still afford it, but in Phnom Penh, I can't afford it yet. Children who come to study have no money, okay, wait and see first...

Later, I went to the market and bought three long-sleeved checkered shirts. They spent twenty dollars, about one hundred and twenty yuan, and each piece was forty yuan on average. They felt that they were OK, and the quality was good, and there were many cheap goods in China, but the handmade ones were poor. The handmade ones were good, not only at this price... I also liked those three shirts.

Is it strange? It’s obviously tropical, but I even bought a long-sleeved checkered shirt to wear.

Before going abroad, I thought that it was so hot there shouldn't be anyone wearing long-sleeved clothes, so I only brought a few short-sleeved clothes and one or two winter clothes. I brought winter clothes so that I could have clothes to keep the cold when I returned home if I encountered cold seasons.

But after arriving in Cambodia, I was shocked! People wearing long-sleeved clothes could be seen everywhere, and even scarves were tied on their necks. Women's feet were also paired with socks and flip-flops. Can you imagine how beautiful the picture was?

So, I also want to buy long-sleeved checkered shirts to match! After all, there is no winter there, and it was rainy season, which is relatively cool. If I didn’t wear them at that time, I might not dare to wear them when it was dry season... Maybe the locals have become accustomed to it. No matter how hot the days are, many people will wear long-sleeved clothes.

After buying the clothes, I went to the top floor of Sulia to order the same fried chicken legs as last time. This time I felt a little different. I felt that as long as I had money, I could live in this city naturally. I had a way to communicate with those, and I would get used to it.

What surprised me was that the waitress who collected money on the top floor of Sulia was also the last time she smiled when she saw me. That kind of smile was not the kind of smile that would smile politely when she saw the customer, but hey? It turned out to be the kind of smile that he had last time.

Huh, can you tell this? Well, that's it!

It is easy to tell a person’s truth with her eyes. Her eyes tell me that I am a more interesting person.

Finally, I ate and waited until I could take the bus back. By the way, I brewed my emotions and felt that I had really gotten rid of the haze of the previous day.

Sure enough, the one who can save himself is still himself.

Even if I just had a dream... (To be continued)
Chapter completed!