Zishou woke up from his sleep, and the sun shone through the window on his body, making him feel extremely warm and comfortable, making him unable to help but stretch.
After calming his eyes, he saw the teachers on the stage and the students around him.
"It turned out to be a dream..."
In a trance, Yin Zishou reached out to touch the sunlight by the window, feeling the real touch.
Quiet classroom,
The summer sunshine,
The breeze by the window,
Blown curtains...
All of this is so real.
But sometimes, I can’t tell the truth from the false.
Over the years, he has often had a continuous dream.
A sad, confused, heroic and joyful dream.
I have been doing this dream for eighteen years.
Intermittent dreams have constructed a huge world in his mind over the past eighteen years, countless characters, sincere emotions, and things that seem to have experienced in person...
After waking up from the dream, the things I experienced in the dream did not fade, but instead I remembered them deeply.
But compared with the real reality, Zishou felt a trance. Which one is the dream?
"Zhuangzi's book says: Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a Hu butterfly in the past, and he was a lifelike butterfly. He said that he was willing to be with him! He didn't know Zhou. He suddenly realized that he was a Zhou. He didn't know that Zhou dreamed of being a Hu butterfly and? The Hu butterfly dreamed of being a Zhou? Zhou?
There must be a distinction between it and Hu butterfly. This is called material transformation... Is it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or is it a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?"
On the stage, a middle-aged female teacher was talking on the text with a smile: "Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly. Is Zhuang Zhou dreaming of becoming a butterfly, or is it a butterfly dreaming of becoming a Zhuang Zhou? This is a philosophical question."
Unfortunately, the students did not understand this story and did not agree.
The teacher sighed.
Zishou murmured: "Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies...butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou? Did I dream of becoming that person, or did that person dream of me? Am I a dream, or is he a dream?"
A deep, indescribable fear arose in his heart.
Sometimes he would think that the characters in the novel all have their own emotions and desires, they are flesh and blood people and their own lives.
So will humans also be characters in the novel?
After all, humans also have their own emotions and desires, and are flesh and blood people.
He also has his own world...
Why can't people be the existence written in books by gods above mystery.
If one day the reader finishes reading the novel, closes the book again and puts it aside, does it mean that everything is over?
Fear has no origin and swallows Zishou's heart.
He longs to learn the truth, but will he collapse when he reveals the truth?
At the end of a class, the director walked into the classroom and said, "Your class teacher came home due to illness. This is your new class teacher and math teacher. Let's get to know each other."
Then a woman walked into the classroom.
The woman was wearing a light red dress, tall and soft, and said: "My surname is Feng and my name is Feng Liqi. Next, I will be responsible for everyone's mathematics class."
Her voice was like the spring breeze in March, blowing through everyone's hearts. For a moment, all the students in the classroom were completely quiet.
Everyone stared at Feng Liqi on the stage, and had the same idea in their hearts: "What a beautiful teacher..."
Zishou raised his head and his chest felt like he was hit by a huge hammer, and he was completely stunned.
A strong throbbing suddenly occurred in my heart.
"Where did I see this teacher?"
...
Feng Liqi successfully became a math teacher, and Zishou looked at her figure and vaguely felt that a figure in the depths of the dream seemed to have come to reality and appeared in his life.
Of course, at this moment, he still doesn't know what kind of interaction he will have with this teacher in the future.
After school.
Zishou returned to his home.
Zishu's parents worked outside all year round and only came back a few days a year. Most of the time, they lived alone and ate alone.
He is also free and free, but after a long time, his personality has become a little withdrawn.
Sitting in the empty living room, Zishou suddenly remembered the teacher in the daytime and said to himself: "That teacher is only two or three years older than us? Why does it feel familiar? Is she the one in her dream?"
Looking at the textbooks on the table, he wanted to study hard for the first time.
He used to wander in dreams and reality, but he was not active in reading.
He picked up the textbook and looked serious.
The semester is soon half over.
Zishou's campus life is as dull as water, and it does not spark a spark with the new teacher as it was performed in the TV series.
However, due to the emergence of Fengli, the math scores in this class were once improved, and soon became the first class in mathematics in the whole grade.
As long as it is a class that is in the wind, students basically cannot sleep, and everyone listens extremely seriously.
But soon, this peaceful life was broken by a sudden incident.
On this day, when Zishou walked into the classroom, he heard the whispers of his classmates.
"Have you heard that? A man in Dongcheng was found dead at home in the morning and was sucked dry."
"So scary? Really or not?"
"Of course it's true. Can I still lie to you? I heard that I've become a mummy."
"Would you make up a little bit like you, too?"
"I don't believe it."
"I don't believe it either."
The students' discussion was just a small episode, and Zishou did not agree with it.
During class, Feng Liqi walked into the classroom, just opened the textbook and said softly: "Students, let's talk about space geometry today..."
At this moment, an adult man suddenly walked into the hallway and came to the classroom with a strange smile on his face.
Feng Liqi frowned slightly: "Who are you?"
The man said with a smile: "What a rich soul power! It's really hard to help... Sure enough, I came to the right place."
Feng Liqi said coldly: "Who are you? If you don't leave my church, I will call the police!"
The man slowly turned around and grinned at Feng Liqi: "Hello, teacher, my name is Demon, come and make a deal with you. Please follow me to hell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, black blood began to flow out of the man's body, covering the entire room.
Everyone was shocked by this strange scene.
Zishou also widened his eyes and looked horrified.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
As black blood enveloped the entire room, the man's body gradually changed, stretching out tentacles and entangled everyone.
The scene was chaotic, and some people carried their chairs and rushed up to hit the man, while others were so scared that they turned around and ran away.
However, as the black blood flooded the classroom, everyone began to sink, and it was like drowning.
Zishu's eyes widened and soon lost consciousness and fell into black blood.