On one side is the Holy Land of Evil Rose River, which is filled with all kinds of alien creatures.
On one side is the adult examination in progress.
Even if a normal person has experienced it for a long time, Zhang Xuezhou feels that the other person will suffer from schizophrenia and it will be difficult to get over certain events.
He has seen the plight of some actors. Some actors find it difficult to get out of their roles after acting in a play, and may even suffer the effects for the rest of their lives.
But any acting can hardly be as real as the world he lives in.
Compared with these people, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he is in good condition.
He can insert himself into a life and quickly escape from the corresponding life.
After coming out of the state of practicing doze technique, Zhang Xuezhou just meditated for a few minutes and returned to real life.
His body jumped up, and his bandaged arms were like a big bird about to fly.
But in just a few seconds, Zhang Xuezhou was quickly pushed down on the bed.
"Zhang Xuezhou, what are you going to do?"
Perhaps due to being taught too much by his neighbors and seeing the locked windows, Zhang Weimeng stayed up all night, staring at Zhang Xuezhou with a pair of big eyes covered with dark circles.
Suddenly seeing Zhang Xuezhou's weird behavior, he stretched out his hand and pushed Zhang Xuezhou down.
"Why are you pressing me?"
Zhang Xuezhou's body in his dream was already extremely strong and could withstand all kinds of torture, but in reality his body was still fragile. When he jumped from a building and broke his bones, Zhang Xuezhou's body was even weaker by three points.
In this case, he was easily subdued by Zhang Weimeng.
Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but scream when he was pressed to the point of gasping for air.
"Why am I pressuring you?" Zhang Weimeng said loudly: "When you got up, did you want to fly into the sky and be side by side with the sun or something? Why did you jump up?"
"There is no rule that you must follow a certain posture when you get up." Zhang Xuezhou struggled: "What's wrong with me getting up like a big roc?"
"It's not normal for Dapeng to spread its wings. You..."
"You pressed on my wound!"
It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou stretched out the bloody bandage that Zhang Weimeng's tense nerves quickly subsided and he quickly released Zhang Xuezhou's pressure.
"You'd better not come back and take care of me," Zhang Xuezhou said painfully, "I'll probably die if you take care of me for a few days!"
"Yawn, what's wrong with making such a loud noise so early?"
At the door, Song Fengying walked to the door sleepily.
Seeing Zhang Weimeng and Zhang Xuezhou hugging each other, Song Fengying suddenly sobered up for a few minutes.
"We haven't seen each other for so long, why are you father and son still fighting?"
She was anxious and quickly stepped forward to hold Zhang Weimeng.
"This is simply the worst environment for adult exams in my life!"
Thinking about how he jumped out of a building inexplicably because of a brain problem and lacked humanistic care from his family, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his life was terrible.
Only a mentally ill person like him can survive this situation.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that no normal person could be as persistent as him.
"If you don't make love chicken soup, I want to go out and buy some breakfast and then go to the exam?"
Zhang Xuezhou stared at his parents. When he saw Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying looking slightly embarrassed, he knew very well that he needed to go out to buy breakfast.
If possible, he thought it would be good for the family to be on separate sides, so that at least they wouldn't hurt each other.
If Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying can fulfill their responsibilities, Zhang Xuezhou thinks it would be good to spend some money from time to time.
We can't force him to be a mentally ill person, and he has an extremely close relationship with his parents, Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, who spend most of their time away from home.
In fact, as age increases, children of every family gradually develop a sense of distance from their parents, and it is difficult for them to be as dependent as they were when they were children.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that the time had come for him to fly alone.
He glanced at Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, and seeing that they had no objection, he slowly put on his clothes.
He glanced at his illness diary and felt that this morning was not a suitable time to record relevant information.
This made him slowly pace out of the room.
After cleaning up, Zhang Xuezhou went to Yucai Middle School as usual.
"well!"
In the room, Zhang Weimeng sighed deeply.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Song Fengying comforted her.
"Are we really worth this?"
Thinking of the visible gap between father and son, Zhang Weimeng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
When he sighed, he asked himself and asked questions.
"Xuezhou and thousands of students are squeezing to cross a single-plank bridge, so why are we not?" Song Fengying said: "It's just that our bridge has no exam reminders and certifications!"
"Is it worth it?" Zhang Weimeng asked again.
"Instead of asking me, why don't you ask those candidates who have studied hard for twelve years just for one exam if it's worth it?"
Song Fengying's rhetorical question made Zhang Weimeng very clear about the answer.
Whether they are willing or not, humans are creatures that move upstream.
He can lie down, and he can accept his own mediocrity, but if he fails to persevere when the opportunity comes his way, it will not only disappoint him, but perhaps his family as well.
His estrangement from Zhang Xuezhou at this time was only temporary, but until Zhang Xuezhou completely went crazy, or Zhang Weimeng died in mediocrity, it might be a regret that would be difficult to make up for in his lifetime.
On the way forward, he can hesitate, but he is not allowed to retreat.
"Someone is checking Xuezhou!"
After a while, Zhang Weimeng spoke in a low voice.
"That can only mean that they have found nothing from us, so they put their hope in Xuezhou," Song Fengying said: "This may mean that the eyes focused on us are finally going away!"
"Sometimes I really wish I had what they need, so that I can sell it at a good price if I hand it over." Zhang Weimeng lamented: "But apart from a dream in the Spring and Autumn Period, the body ages more slowly than ordinary people, and we never get anything else."
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Zhang Weimeng flipped through his desk, then logged into the author's backend and copied all the latest chapters.
"What I got was just a paragraph of book content," Zhang Weimeng frowned.
"That's better than what I got!"
Song Fengying shook her head.
The couple looked at each other.
They knew very well that the memories in their minds did not belong to each other.
Zhang Weimeng is an engineer engaged in crop genetic research, and she is a digital engineer.
It is impossible for the two of them to suddenly have a steady stream of inspiration in their minds, nor to have the product of another world view.
The change originated eighteen years ago.
But for Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, they just saw the light of a meteor.
Then the meteor fell far away, and the shocking impact knocked out the three members of their family at that time.
When they regained consciousness, their bodies were covered with shattered and splattered glass from the RV, and their faces were covered in blood. They were later rescued by some search personnel.
Without the constant awareness in his mind, Zhang Weimeng felt that everything would end at that time.
But he never thought that it was not the end, but just a different starting point in life.
"I don't know whether Manqian's excellence comes from herself or from the impact of the accident," Zhang Weimeng frowned.
"Then do you think Xuezhou's bad luck is due to genetic defects, or is it due to the impact of the accident?"
Song Fengying opened Zhang Xuezhou's diary.
She looked at the pages and pages of records.
Suddenly, Song Fengying's hand stopped.
She looked at one of the pages and turned several pages in succession.
From that page in Zhang Xuezhou's diary, the stagnant experience of the past years began to change.