"Water...water, thirsty...drink water"

A confused and weak shout suddenly came from the quiet and dark room. A thin hand stretched out from the darkness and groped on the bedside table. He knocked over two water cups one after another. Finally, he grabbed the kettle and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

Gudong, Gudong, a sound of drinking water sounded. With the moonlight outside the window, you could blur the sight of a young man, sitting on his back against a pillow, holding a kettle that had almost been drunk in his hand.

The lights in the room were turned on, and a boy about 20 years old was sitting on the bed. The dazzling lights made him close his eyes slightly. After adapting for a while, he opened his eyes again, looked around the room, and murmured to himself: "I've dreamed again, why have I always dreamed about what happened when I was studying recently?"

"Today's dream is so strange. It feels clearer and more real than the dreams I have before."

"Looking at the decoration of this room, it should be in my third year of high school, I just don't know which day it was?"

"The head hurts so much, it's so hot. What's wrong? Why do you dream about having a fever? The temperature is too real." The young boy touched his hot forehead and continued to say to himself: "I have a cold and a fever, will the scene in this dream be...?"

After saying that, he opened the quilt covered by his body, turned around and got out of bed, wearing used plastic slippers, opened the door of the room, walked to the living room, turned on the ceiling light in the living room, and looked at the black and white photos of a middle-aged man and woman hanging on the wall, his eyes turned red and he felt inexplicably heartbroken.

Holding the tears shaking in my eyes, I turned around and looked at the wall clock on the other side of the wall, and the ticking pointer pointed to 12:15. The date shown below is: Friday, March 19, 2004.

"I really dreamed of my 20th birthday. No, it should be said that it was yesterday's 20th birthday, March 18, 2004."

"The saddest birthday of my life, the loneliest birthday, the loss of parents, a high fever of 39.9 degrees, and a lonely birthday."

"Dad, mom, are you so extravagant to see you again? You can't even see it in your dreams. Why can't this dream be three months earlier? Can't I relive the joy of family? Can't I listen to your concerns and nags?"

"Do you know how to cherish me if you really lose it? When you are here, no matter how rebellious, ignorant, or stubborn I am, you will tolerate, accommodate, and then continue to love me. Your pampering has made me a habit."

"Until I lost you, lost your tolerance, lost your love, lost your love, and realized how great and selfless those fatherly loves and those motherly loves are."

"Do you know that it is such a painful thing to support your son but not your parents?"

Keep talking about what only you can hear, Chu

Qian Kun sat weakly on the sofa in the living room.

Chu Qiankun knew in his heart that it was because of the premature loss of his parents that he became extreme in his personality, becoming a little introverted and autistic, and was out of place with society, and it was difficult to get along with and communicate with others. Until he was thirty-eight years old, he was still lonely and alone, really having no support for his young and no support for his old age. What a painful understanding!…

Chu Qiankun, who was slumped on the sofa, found that today's dream was really strange. After so long, he had not woken up yet, and he was still such a clear dream.

Chu Qiankun clapped the sofa and leaned against his hands, stood up suddenly, and said in a slightly tragic voice: "Thank God for the super long dream that I have given me, let me stay for a while, then go out for a walk, blow the lake breeze, and see the old city once!"

In pair of jeans and a beige coat, Chu Qiankun walked out of the community gate, looking at the slightly unfamiliar and dilapidated community gate, which had not yet been rebuilt, and looking at the strange and familiar street outside.

Like the old streets in my memory, there are no colorful neon lights. The streets under the dim street lights seem bright but dark. Occasionally, there are one or two light bulbs that are not in contact with each other, making loud noises from time to time.

In the middle of the night, there were no pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, a taxi would drive by slowly on the empty road. The night shift driver was looking for a late-night taxi business.

Walking on the zebra crossing and looking at the intersection with bright street lights, Chu Qiankun suddenly stood in the center, closed his eyes, opened his arms, felt the flow of hot wind, the noise and the vibration of the ground from vehicles in the distance.

While Chu Qiankun was imagining his high school life and feeling the dangerous stimulation in his dream, beep, beep, a burst of rapid horn sound, and the sound of emergency brake tires and the ground friction came.

"Bang" Chu Qiankun was hit by a car that was galloping over and failed to brake in time. Although the impact was not strong, he did not fly far. However, this move of "sand backwards flat sand and goose-falling style" still made his butt extremely painful.

Finally, the Mercedes-Benz stopped braked, and the door of the cab opened. A fat middle-aged uncle about forty years old walked out cursingly. Looking at Chu Qiankun, who was sitting on the road motionless and staring in a daze, he cursed in a drunken mouth: "Why are you pretending to be dead? Get up quickly if you don't die. You are in a hurry to reincarnate."

"Standing in the middle of the road in the middle of the night, you think the road is opened by your home."

"You want to die, don't pull me up, it's so unlucky. Bah, bah..." The Mercedes-Benz driver who was so scared that he was so scared that he cursed with swear words, and did not notice any strangeness in Chu Qiankun.

Maybe it was because the Mercedes-Benz driver's swear words were too harsh, or the smell of wine in his mouth was too smelly, Chu Qiankun looked up at him, and this glance was confused, surprised, and even more surprised, and then his lips were raised and he smiled softly

It's right.

At this glance, the half-drunk and half-awake Mercedes-Benz driver was confused; this smile made the Mercedes-Benz driver feel up and down:

"Why are you so happy to be hit? Is it because you've encountered a slap in a car accident?"

When he thought of the half-awake driver's remaining drunkenness was instantly awake. He looked around nervously and said, "It's not that he had encountered a robbery." As he said that, he retreated unconsciously and left Chu Qiankun far away, as if afraid that he would jump up and hurt others.

Chu Qiankun stood up, patted his numb butt, and said lightly to the Mercedes-Benz driver who was slowly retreating towards the car: "You go!"

"Ah!" Chu Qiankun's words made the moving Mercedes-Benz driver stop, looked at him in surprise, opened his mouth slightly, and felt unbelievable, and asked with a slight trembling: "Are you not robbing?"

Chu Qiankun was so angry that he stopped slapping dusty hands, pulled down his face, and said seriously: "If you don't leave, I will rob you of your things and beat you up." Although he is younger than the other party, he is obviously much taller than the other party.

Looking at the tall and strong Chu Qiankun, then looking at his short figure, thinking about his kidney deficiency physique, the Mercedes-Benz driver didn't say a single extra word, turned around and ran towards his car, closed the door and drove away.

Looking at the taillights of the car going away, Chu Qiankun slowly walked back to the sidewalk and unknowingly came to the lakeside observation deck of Shancheng Square. He stood on the edge of the lake and took advantage of the light to look at the quiet and gentle lake surface as horizontal as a mirror.

"I didn't expect that this is not a dream, I was reborn."

"No wonder today's dream is so real and so long."

"If I hadn't been hit by this car, I would have thought I was still in my dream?"

"Rebirth, I always thought it was a fantasy plot that only exists in online novels. I never thought that such a fantasy thing would actually happen to me."

"Haha, I'm reborn, I'm reborn. Haha..." Chu Qiankun shouted in a suppressed voice, as if he was crying and laughing, and a line of clear tears fell from his eyes amid the low laughter.

"God, since you can reborn me, why don't you let me reborn until three months ago and let me stop that car accident. It doesn't need to be too much, even if it's just a few minutes earlier, why can't you let me have a happy and warm home? ~~"

Emotions were constantly alternating in excitement, joy and sadness. If it weren't for the slightest slightest sensation, Chu Qiankun would have shouted loudly at the deserted square and the calm lake.

This calmness made him doubt and entangle about his heavy birth; he was afraid that all this was just his hysteria, and he was afraid that it was a dream in a dream.
Chapter completed!