An Shaoting stood blankly at the street corner with a cigarette in his finger, not knowing where to go or what to do
He suddenly began to wonder if he was in a dream now. He reached out to catch a hand in the air, his hands were empty and nothing
Isn’t this a dream? But why does he feel a little pain in his heart?
The night is coming, and the lights of the Yuanyuan Lantern Festival opposite him are lit up. He remembered Mengnu. It was at the door of this Yuanxiao restaurant that he heard her call him the master for the first time.
The throbbing in his heart gradually became stronger, just as the medicinal properties of the anesthetics in his body had begun to weaken and disappeared, and the pain that had been anesthetized became stronger and stronger
Dreamnu shouldn't have left
He thought about this repeatedly, and he felt that he had found his true self - the tyrannical An Shaoting - the An Shaoting who only manifested himself when he was driven by the subconscious in his dream.
Isn’t this the real master that Mengnu has always been eager to find?
She did admit before leaving: he was her real master, eternal master
But why does my heart hurt more and more? If I have found that cruel and ruthless self, why would I feel heartbroken for Mengnu's departure? He should not feel pain - he should be ruthless and unkind and merciless
Maybe he still didn't catch his ego? That real An Shaoting?
Who is the real An Shaoting? He suddenly became confused
If he is the real An Shaoting in sleepwalking, then who is he now?
Perhaps, just as Mengnu said, his sleepwalking world is the real world
Maybe, he is just a dream in that real world now - a very long dream
Yes! He is in this dream now - but in this dream he can feel pain He is walking on the street now, in his real world sleepwalking
How terrible is sleepwalking!
He suddenly became scared--had he been living in this terrible and painful dream like this and never woke up again?
He threw the cigarette butt that almost burned his finger on the ground, and stomped it hard and seemed to want to wake himself up from his dream, but he suddenly realized that the sleepwalking person should not be awakened in the dream. A cold air rushed onto his spine, causing his body to shivered.
He took out the cigarette box from his arms, took out the last cigarette inside and lit it, then threw the cigarette box underground, and slowly pressed it down with his feet and crushed it.
He hoped to wake up quickly from this sleepwalking, but he was also a little afraid of what adverse consequences would occur if he suddenly woke up during this sleepwalking. Now he could only walk along his sleepwalking
He sucked a few puffs of cigarettes and heard a familiar music floating in the distance:
The girl opposite looked over, looked over, looked over, the performance here is very exciting, please don’t pretend to ignore it...
I looked left and right, and looked up and down. It turned out that every girl was not simple. I thought about it and thought about it and guessed it and guessed it and the girls were really strange...
An Shaoting listened to the song in a daze, but could not connect it with him.
Why is it so familiar? He shook his head in pain and sucked the smoke between his fingers hard. The strong smoke choked him and coughed violently.
He was still not used to the bitterness of cigarettes - but he still smoked one by one, maybe just as the doctor said, he subconsciously liked to try this bitter taste that he had never tasted before?
No one can know what his subconscious is, but he knows
He walked to a small street shop with lights on, pointed to the cigarette at the counter and said, "Please get me a box of Marlboro."
A lady walked to the other side of the glass counter but did not open the counter to get a cigarette
He raised his head blankly and saw a pure girl with long hair, slightly lowering her head, her eyes filled with tears, her pretty lips trembling in fear, and she squeezed out a hard sound from the cracks between her white teeth: Master...
over
He suddenly began to wonder if he was in a dream now. He reached out to catch a hand in the air, his hands were empty and nothing
Isn’t this a dream? But why does he feel a little pain in his heart?
The night is coming, and the lights of the Yuanyuan Lantern Festival opposite him are lit up. He remembered Mengnu. It was at the door of this Yuanxiao restaurant that he heard her call him the master for the first time.
The throbbing in his heart gradually became stronger, just as the medicinal properties of the anesthetics in his body had begun to weaken and disappeared, and the pain that had been anesthetized became stronger and stronger
Dreamnu shouldn't have left
He thought about this repeatedly, and he felt that he had found his true self - the tyrannical An Shaoting - the An Shaoting who only manifested himself when he was driven by the subconscious in his dream.
Isn’t this the real master that Mengnu has always been eager to find?
She did admit before leaving: he was her real master, eternal master
But why does my heart hurt more and more? If I have found that cruel and ruthless self, why would I feel heartbroken for Mengnu's departure? He should not feel pain - he should be ruthless and unkind and merciless
Maybe he still didn't catch his ego? That real An Shaoting?
Who is the real An Shaoting? He suddenly became confused
If he is the real An Shaoting in sleepwalking, then who is he now?
Perhaps, just as Mengnu said, his sleepwalking world is the real world
Maybe, he is just a dream in that real world now - a very long dream
Yes! He is in this dream now - but in this dream he can feel pain He is walking on the street now, in his real world sleepwalking
How terrible is sleepwalking!
He suddenly became scared--had he been living in this terrible and painful dream like this and never woke up again?
He threw the cigarette butt that almost burned his finger on the ground, and stomped it hard and seemed to want to wake himself up from his dream, but he suddenly realized that the sleepwalking person should not be awakened in the dream. A cold air rushed onto his spine, causing his body to shivered.
He took out the cigarette box from his arms, took out the last cigarette inside and lit it, then threw the cigarette box underground, and slowly pressed it down with his feet and crushed it.
He hoped to wake up quickly from this sleepwalking, but he was also a little afraid of what adverse consequences would occur if he suddenly woke up during this sleepwalking. Now he could only walk along his sleepwalking
He sucked a few puffs of cigarettes and heard a familiar music floating in the distance:
The girl opposite looked over, looked over, looked over, the performance here is very exciting, please don’t pretend to ignore it...
I looked left and right, and looked up and down. It turned out that every girl was not simple. I thought about it and thought about it and guessed it and guessed it and the girls were really strange...
An Shaoting listened to the song in a daze, but could not connect it with him.
Why is it so familiar? He shook his head in pain and sucked the smoke between his fingers hard. The strong smoke choked him and coughed violently.
He was still not used to the bitterness of cigarettes - but he still smoked one by one, maybe just as the doctor said, he subconsciously liked to try this bitter taste that he had never tasted before?
No one can know what his subconscious is, but he knows
He walked to a small street shop with lights on, pointed to the cigarette at the counter and said, "Please get me a box of Marlboro."
A lady walked to the other side of the glass counter but did not open the counter to get a cigarette
He raised his head blankly and saw a pure girl with long hair, slightly lowering her head, her eyes filled with tears, her pretty lips trembling in fear, and she squeezed out a hard sound from the cracks between her white teeth: Master...
over
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