Mr. Ao's father, who has a profound influence on Mr. Ao, has a kind-hearted and tolerant nature. However, he lacks principles and bottom lines. I don't know whether this is a good or bad thing for Mr. Ao. But after thinking about it, I think it should probably be

It's more bad than good. After all, the pain of the person involved is real.

Mr. Ao's doubt is why he can't muster the courage to resist and why he is always afraid to fight for what he deserves.

Why are my efforts always interrupted by force majeure factors?

Why do some emergencies always happen when you struggle until you are about to see the dawn of victory, causing you to fail and gain despair?

The most representative thing is that when I was a student, I worked hard to review and prepare for exams, but something always went wrong on the eve of or during the exam. Diarrhea was a routine operation. My right hand was fractured or sprained, which made me unable to write. It was not impossible, but I was blocked inexplicably.

On the road, I was beaten. I missed the exam time, or the alarm clock rang loudly, but I couldn't wake people up. In short, it was a fancy way of responding to people.

I fell into deep thought. After consultation, Mr. Ao's trust in me has increased to a certain level. It is difficult for him to take the first step with simple suggestions. Mr. Ao, who is used to things not going well, has obviously fallen into a trap.

He has reached the peak of autosuggestion. Whether the psychoanalysis is successful or not is another matter. The cycle of several years of bottoming out is also painful enough to drive people crazy. Moreover! Even if he takes the first step, he will be affected by psychological phenomena.

Defeated by the mysterious rules that objectively exist in the world. And the mysterious rules in Mr. Ao, specifically, should be caused by a personality that has grown extremely fully and has a very bad impact on the individual.

It's time to perform real skills! Ah! It's time to get to the root of it. I decided to fall into a dream and use dreams as a medium to enter Mr. Ao's inner world.

It was late at night, and the sound of rain outside the window was continuous. From time to time, there was a sudden bald sound caused by the impact of raindrops and the metal ceiling. It was very similar to the daily sound of air-conditioning water spilled.

"Mirror." I called softly, and the person who responded to me was a curling figure of Pingping. She was holding a mirror with a flickering light. She approached me softly, which made my heart feel sweet. I

Looking into the other person's watery eyes, he was a little obsessed.

If you don't have something to do and you're drunk, just get drunk. You and I won't be able to distinguish each other. Oh, this mirror that makes people love and hate at the same time.

A familiar pulling feeling came. I successfully entered the dreamland, Mr. Ao's dreamland.

Different from what I expected, it is actually a sunny day here, even sunnier than a sunny day. The reason why I emphasize it so much is because this feeling is obviously the July fire in the south! It is as cool as being in a microwave oven

!Mixed with the unique smell of burnt iron filings in industrial areas, and the sizzling and harsh sound of metal processing from time to time. Well, that sour taste can make you feel extremely happy.

I wiped my sweat, and then I noticed something was wrong. Huh? It was a child's hand. To confirm again, I confirmed my image on the wooden frame window of a certain building. An ordinary little kid. My body

The shape shrunk. Being used to the bizarre and "illogical" nature of dreams, I quickly accepted the status quo and walked through narrow alleys and paths filled with tiny pebbles.

Very good, thank you Mr. Ao, I feel like a child again.

I began to look for the singularity. The central idea of ​​the dream was the singularity.

Big rusty iron can.

In the stinking garbage heap, beetles sucked the juice from the watermelon rind. Flies were flying around.

The weeds were mixed with metal iron filings that looked like twists and turns.

Abandoned factory building with broken and gray glass in the window frame.

Well, it's interesting. All these scenes also brought back memories from my childhood.

"A silly big man has a silly mother!"

"This big stupid guy is dirty because he has a stupid mother."

"A silly mother gave birth to a silly boy."

Just as I was reminiscing about the past, the sound of a group of children playing was heard. When I heard the content, I was sure that a singularity had occurred.

I followed the sound.

"Punch sandbags. Oh!" came a shout and a response, and then, a little fat man who was obviously taller than his peers squatted on the ground, holding his head, and a group of bullies with skinny bodies like monkeys swarmed up.

, punches were thrown, kicks were thrown. What was even more disgusting was that a few little bastards broke up the collected soil and stuffed it into the little fat man's collar.

When I saw this scene, I was filled with righteous indignation. After comparing the sizes of the enemy and myself, I quickly made a decision to turn this dream, which was obviously a reappearance of pain, into a dream of wish fulfillment! With my help, though

My body has shrunk, but I am obviously stronger than a naughty kid. And I have a lot of martial arts skills that have been tempered for many years in reality. I rushed forward!

Xiao Ao! Hold on! Uncle is here to save you!

The "tragic" battle, at this moment, kicked off an epic prelude!

The heavy rain in the summer afternoon always comes so suddenly, with splashing water droplets falling from the sky. It is like the violent tears on the face of a beaten child.

Didn’t you expect that? I was the child who was beaten and cried! Damn! Those naughty children are the children of Superman, right? Yes, they must be! Their surname must be Zu! The ancestors of the motherland! Can you imagine it?

?The other party’s thin arm pushed me gently! I was launched like a cannonball! Then, it was an inhumane duel! That’s right! I would have to take on a group of them by myself! If not

The sudden heavy rain, my suffering, should continue, right? However, fortunately, I protected my face in time, um, no, I protected my core. Otherwise, I would have been traumatized in the dream, but I would have been so happy.

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However, what surprised me was that I didn’t waste much energy. After analyzing it later, I understood the whole story. In Mr. Ao’s vision, his peers all belong to the “small arms and legs” level, but they made themselves unable to resist.

.However, due to his excellent physical fitness, Mr. Ao was never injured enough, even though he looked very embarrassed. Most of the adults were busy with work. Therefore, those who fell into the sight of Mr. Ao in childhood were basically children. This

Everything constitutes the rules of dreams.

I am actually very upset. I am upset that I lost Jingzhou because of my carelessness. It is definitely not as superficial as being upset that I was beaten to tears by a bunch of kids!

"Are you okay?" A simple and cautious voice came.

After being brutally beaten to the ground, I wiped my nose, turned my head, and saw the little fat man whose face was stained with sweat, rain, and dirt. Oh, Fat Little Ao, but I guess my image is not that good either.

Go somewhere.

"It's okay." I stood up hard, hissing! It hurts, it hurts! Those damn boys are so cruel!

"W-want to come to my house. I-I have a green ointment at my house. Apply it and it will relieve the pain." Fat Xiao Ao felt awkward.
Chapter completed!