Chapter 3 The Demon of Dreams Arrives

On that day of that year, the young Yang Fan and his father embarked on the road to the distance with his new schoolbag and a large box of clothes.

I bid farewell to this peach blossom land where he raised him, and left the peach blossom land that entrusts all his childhood. Every flower and grass here is so familiar, but now he is leaving, reluctant to part with sadness; there will be a strange world waiting for him, waiting for his arrival.

Young and ignorant, thirteen-year-old Yang Fan embarked on the road of a bright future as his parents said. Tomorrow he will live alone in a strange place.

There are no familiar friends here, no grandparents who love him, and they can only rely on themselves there.

He spent too much money in exchange for the opportunity to embark on this new world. He had no choice. He was placed in public expectations and always reminded himself to become a talent and to let his family live a good life.

In this strange city, he has no relatives or friends, and he seems so helpless.

With his connections, he entered the so-called experimental class and became a member of the first and second grade class of Renai No. 2 Middle School. The cost was also huge. The huge amount of money made Yang Fan even more impressed that he had to work hard and never let all this be wasted.

Holding back my tears, pretending to be strong, sleeping in a strange place, looking at the ceiling in confusion, thinking about my unknown road.

I don’t know how many tears I shed when I hid in the quilt, and how many times I missed that familiar place.

I have been looking forward to Friday since I stepped on the bus back to school.

In the first semester, Yang Fan did not relax at all. He looked at the English textbooks he had never touched, and he was learning words one by one around his tongue.

Although there were more than 70 people sitting in the classroom and seeing everyone having fun and laughing, he always felt lonely and helpless, and felt that nothing here belonged to him. Perhaps because of this, Yang Fan could focus all his thoughts on learning.

At that time, he didn't find it difficult to learn the awkward English. If he couldn't remember the words, he would memorize them or copy them. If he couldn't remember them once, he would just ten times. If he couldn't remember them ten times, he would just 100 times until he remembered them.

At this time, Yang Fan was in his prime and full of energy. He had excellent results in several mock exams and was praised by his teachers many times.

But the good times didn't last long. Yang Fan gradually became familiar with everything here, became familiar with classmates and classmates in the dormitory.

Gradually, he left his studies behind and played desperately with his classmates.

Unconsciously, Yang Fan's grades began to decline, and his learning was like sailing against the current and he would retreat; he retreated from the upstream to the middle, and the first final exam made his heart tumbling, and he became the last of the class.

From that upstream to the countdown today, he couldn't accept this reality. He suddenly felt that he really shouldn't have come to this place, and it didn't belong to him.

He cried, howling, and he hadn't cried since he had these friends, and now he cried.

He was afraid that he would disappoint his family and waste his efforts. He even felt that he was not a human being.

Especially when he heard the grade director's words: Those who rank behind the experimental class will be assigned to the ordinary class.

These words completely cooled his heart, and he began to be confused. He really didn't know how to face those relatives who loved him.

At first he was just worried about how to face his relatives with his grades, but now he has to worry about his future path.

If the ordinary class really doesn't even have the qualifications to stay in this class, then all his hopes will be broken. He is unwilling to give up, but the facts have become a certainty and cannot be saved. Everything can only be left to fate.

Perhaps it was because things were impermanent, and Yang Fan did not receive the blame he imagined at home, but the comfort of his parents.

Perhaps it was God's gift, he still stayed in this class in the end, but he also received a notice of critical illness. Yang Fan thought of the second day of the lunar calendar when he arrived.

After a long rain, the sun that had been hiding from was finally revealed. The warm sunlight shone on the body made people feel refreshed, and the lingering haze also dissipated.

And it was like this day that she came, and she came from nowhere, bringing a breath of youth and a vigorous vitality, which made Yang Fan on the side feel happy.

Even he himself didn't know why, and an inexplicable refreshing aura surged in his heart.

Yang Fan still remembers clearly the scene when she came here.

She followed the grade director tightly, and her two watery eyes kept looking at the students in the classroom without any fear.

At that time, Yang Fan was still ashamed because he felt that he was not as bold as a girl, which made him feel a little ashamed.

What did this girl come here for? Did she come here to study like me?

Yang Fan has been here for a year and is no longer the ignorant child.

He left home for a young age. Although he had only been away for a year, he had learned a lot, and the tenderness on his face disappeared little by little.

As expected, as he thought, the girl was indeed here, and she transferred from No Renai No. 1 Middle School.

Perhaps it was because of that fate, but unexpectedly the girl sat on the upper left of Yang Fan. Just as the girl sat down, an inexplicable excitement rose in Yang Fan's heart, but she was pressed into her heart by Yang Fan.

The girl was cheerful and generous, with a red face; perhaps because of the girl's precocious puberty, she was so enthusiastic about everyone, and her enthusiasm deeply affected Yang Fan. Gradually, the timid Yang Fan became cheerful, and the circle of dating was no longer limited to those familiar friends in the dormitory.

Gradually, he also had many friends in this class, and a few of them played very well with him. Before he knew it, Yang Fan had an inexplicable feeling about the girl, and even he himself couldn't figure it out.

Thinking of these old past events, Yang Fan's expression kept changing, with bitter smiles, regrets, and enjoyment...

Maybe it's because of fatigue, fatigue, or because of true love...

The joyful memories of the past come like the tide. They once laughed and quarreled with her, stomped her feet in anger; they once played with her, teased each other; they once pulled her hair for no reason, which made her very angry...

There are so many memories with her, everything is so clear and true, as if everything that happened before was like in front of her.

Smiling because of her smile is sad because of her sadness. Everything in her eyes is her. It is precisely because of this that Yang Fan is like this today.

Thinking of the little things in the past, Yang Fan's tears fell, and looking at the ceiling, it seemed as if he had made up some decision suddenly.

He gritted his teeth and let the tears fall, he closed his eyes helplessly, and his face was sometimes painful and sometimes happy.

It seemed like something had been lost in his heart, and he was lost.

Before he knew it, Yang Fan slowly fell asleep, with a faint sorrow on his face, and a little sadness on his mouth gradually fell into his dream.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth while sleeping soundly, smiling happily and happily. She might be in his dream, otherwise how could he be so sweet?

Perhaps only in his dreams can he play with her, and those beautiful memories in his dreams are like projectors to show them in his mind.

Once they played together and walked on the asphalt road together, and on the road together by the river; thinking about those familiar places, Yang Fan's smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly everything in his dream changed, and the familiar person changed the familiar classroom changed.

It becomes dark and ignorant.

What kind of place is this? Yang Fan couldn't help but tremble, and cold sweat was flowing on his forehead. What exactly happened in this dream?

In the dark dream, I couldn't see my five fingers. A cluster of black breath wrapped everything. In the mist, there seemed to be a scarlet eye staring at Yang Fan.

Accept me, accept me, you can get everything you want.

The fog trembled and trembled as it shook, and the creeping sound came to his ears, making his heart feel cold.

The scarlet eyes straight into his soul, his soul was trembling, and his back was already soaked with sweat.

Let's make a sacrifice!I will let you get everything you want.

The extremely tempting voice kept ringing in his ears, trying to pull him into the abyss that would never be restored.

The magic fog slowly poured towards him, and the bloody smell made people feel sick. Yang Fan ran desperately, looking back at the magic fog that was chasing him from time to time, his eyes full of horror.

But no matter how he ran, the magic fog followed him closely and caught up with him little by little.

Yang Fan staggered to the end, his eyes full of fear, and he sat on the ground and moved back little by little.

Seeing that the magic fog was about to swallow him, Yang Fan suddenly shouted: Don't Ah!

Yang Fan jumped up from the bed, and the sweat from his forehead flowed down his cheeks.

He exhaled in his mouth, and the horror in his eyes still did not dissipate.

It turned out that this was just a dream, a dream that scared him.

Hiss Yang Fan gradually woke up and found that his clothes were soaked in sweat. He wanted to take them off, but unexpectedly touched the wound and the pain suddenly surged into his fearful heart.

He took off his clothes, quietly came to the bathroom and wiped his sweat with a towel. He returned to the bed, but lay down but couldn't sleep.