He raised his head and lowered his head, looking around. It was so dark that it was impenetrable.
The sweaty clothes cling tightly to the body, like zombie skin figurines wrapped around the body. No matter how hard one struggles, it is difficult to escape.
The oxygen content in the air was extremely low, and I was almost out of breath. In the desperate silence, the only sound in my ears was my own shallow and rapid breathing.
塡!...硡!...
Using the remaining strength to beat the rough and hard barrier, the painful and hoarse throat tried its best to call out weakly: "Mom...Mom..."
In the boundless darkness, the god of death hides, and fear is as overwhelming as the tide. The calls for help are getting fainter every time. He is dying, but there seems to be a faint hope left in his heart, like a small fluttering flame, supporting the last breath.
I don’t know what I’m insisting on.
The chapped lips could no longer make a sound, the force of the slapping was getting weaker and weaker, the forehead rested weakly on the arm, and the sticky hair had condensed into lumps.
If you wait a little longer, maybe you can...
Suddenly, the darkness in front of me was opened, fresh air rushed in, and the light instantly burned my eyes.
Before he got used to it, bang! He received a firm slap on his groggy head, and his head suddenly shook twice on his neck, with stars in his eyes. A demonic man's voice sounded fiercely: "Quiet, listen, your mother is not coming.
!"
A man with a black turban and a mask appeared in his dim vision.
"Mom! Mom!" The hoarse voice suddenly became fierce and desperate, and his claws danced with all his strength. The man's arm was scratched, and he hissed and threw it hard.
Bang!
His forehead hit something hard and solid, and he heard the man's furious voice: "Shut up, your mother doesn't want you anymore, do you hear that?!"
The man raised his feet, and a gust of wind blew up in the air. When the soles of his feet fell on his body, he was caught by someone...
Did you hear that your mother no longer wants you?
These words stabbed into the brain like a sharp knife, leaving the skin, bones, and brain in a bloody mess. This moment of panic overwhelmed all the fear in the darkness before.
In the swollen eyes with only a gap left, the last glimmer of light went out, and the trembling body fell back heavily.
So disappointed...but also relieved, I don't have to be so persistent anymore...
Feeling as weightless as stepping on empty space, Zhang Moyan trembled all over and opened his eyes.
The afternoon sunlight splashes into every corner of the room, and the reading lamp on the snow-white ceiling hangs directly above.
The rapid heartbeat was still hitting his throat violently. Zhang Moyan lay on the pillow, and it took him a long time to exhale from the congested chest.
Cold sweat flowed from my forehead down my temples and into my hair. It was such a terrifying nightmare! But it was so real and bizarre, as if I was still experiencing it just a second ago. Even if I wake up now, I still have lingering fears.
During my short lunch break at noon, I had such a terrible dream.
The phone rang, and Zhang Moyan jumped in surprise. After taking a few breaths, she sat up and took the phone on the bedside. It was a Shenhai landline number that she had never saved.
"Hello?"
"Is this Miss Zhang Moyan?" A sweet voice and a genuine greeting came from the receiver, bringing Zhang Moyan back to reality.
"Yes, I am."
"Hello, this is Huarui International Hospital. We remind you that you have made an appointment with Director Geng's expert clinic at 10 a.m. on Friday. Please don't forget it! If you need to adjust the time, you can call this phone number in advance..."<
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"I want to adjust the time!" Zhang Moyan interrupted the other party subconsciously, feeling an inexplicable fear from the bottom of his heart.
"...Okay," the sweet voice paused slightly, and then asked politely, "But do you need to think about it again? Dean Geng is fully booked for the next two weeks. If he wants to adjust the time, he can only register you for the third week.
It’s Friday morning.”
Zhang Moyan swallowed: "It's okay, just Friday of the third week will be fine."
"Okay, can I schedule it for you at 11 a.m.? There are already patients at the previous time."
"It doesn't matter, this is the time."
The sweet voice patiently explained some things, and Zhang Moyan agreed to almost everything. In the end, she didn’t know how she ended the call.
Putting the phone aside, Zhang Moyan leaned back on the bed, covering his eyes and forehead with his hands.
Will that dark nightmare be a real memory like the dream that has been repeated before?
However, she has never had that dream!
But it is so realistic. The helplessness, despair, and even the sense of near-death in the dream are all so real...
It is as real as the dream in the small courtyard before.
So, could this be related to the hypnosis you did before?
If it is true, "Do you hear that your mother has given up on you?"
Zhang Moyan's head hurt like tearing...
Boom!
The door of the room was knocked twice, and then a female voice sounded: "Zhang Moyan, we are leaving! The car is at the gate, get in quickly!"
Today's training is only half a day, and you can freely arrange your time in the afternoon. Several unmarried colleagues are teasing them to go to Hongluo Temple in the northern suburbs to seek marriage. Unexpectedly, Eric agreed to the proposal in a very down-to-earth manner, not only letting everyone rent a car for everyone
The cost is included in the company team building, and I even go there with everyone in person.
If it was a private meeting between colleagues, it would be okay for Zhang Moyan not to participate, but if it escalated to a company team-building activity, not participating would be considered a lack of team spirit, so Zhang Moyan could not shirk it.
Hongluo Temple is located in the northern suburbs of the capital. It was first built in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It was once a royal temple that prayed for good luck and blessings for the royal family and the country, and for the peace and prosperity of the people. However, I don’t know when it became popular for praying for good fortune and seeking children.
Familiar.
Surrounded by mountains and forests, the ancient temple with gray tiles and red beams is very peaceful. It may be located in the outskirts. Even on Sundays, there are not many pilgrims. People quickly develop a sense of purity and forgetfulness. Zhang Moyan's chaotic mood calms down here.
.
She did not ask for luck in love in front of the Buddha. She knew that such a good thing had been ruined by herself, and the Buddha and Bodhisattva would probably not give it to her again. So she only asked for two wishes, one for peace, and for Xiao Xingyu to be safe;
Secondly, I hope that I can be more mature, wise and generous.
After paying homage to the Buddha and Bodhisattvas, several young colleagues enthusiastically wrote red prayer ribbons. Zhang Moyan was not interested and sat in a cool place waiting for them.
"Why don't you write one? You see so many red ribbons tied under the male and female ginkgo trees, it means they must be very spiritual." Eric appeared out of nowhere and sat next to her.
Zhang Moyan looked at her colleague who was tying a red ribbon under the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree known as the "couple tree" and smiled a little dullly: "It would be too easy to get a good relationship by just writing a few words."<
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Eric turned his head and looked at her: "It is not the way of a beautiful woman to worry about love."
Zhang Moyan lowered his eyes and shook his head: "I find it really difficult. Sometimes we can't even stay with someone forever."
Eric didn't answer immediately after hearing this. After a while, he said: "Mo Yan, no one will always accompany you, but there will always be someone who will accompany you."
Zhang Moyan calmed down and looked at Eric doubtfully.
Eric smiled slightly: "Although I can't share your feelings, I can be your best listener."
The confusion between Zhang Moyan's brows became even more intense. She couldn't understand what Eric wanted to express at all. She was stuck for a while and she had to find another topic: "Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course, what do you want to ask?" Eric was very interested.
"I just want to ask, why do atheists like Epicurus appear when studying a subject as idealistic as philosophy?" Being able to find topics and chatting like this can be regarded as being in the right place. Zhang Moyan feels that this is his fault.
A super-level performance in the interpersonal communication record.
However, Eric was stunned for a moment. He didn't know whether he was surprised by her sudden change of topic, or whether he was really surprised by the question she asked.
After a moment, Eric replied politely and carefully: "Probably because philosophy will make people understand that everything in the universe is temporary. The moment you realize that there is no need to seek God, you will naturally become atheism."
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So profound! Zhang Moyan chewed his words thoughtfully twice, and expressed his admiration with a vague understanding: "So that's how it is."
Eric pondered for a while and then said: "Don't be too sad. Life is like a journey. Some roads are one-way streets from the beginning, and some people are destined to be passers-by in your life. I don't know how to comfort you.
But I suggest not to like someone repeatedly, especially someone who has let you down."
Zhang Moyan seemed to have just realized that Eric had misunderstood something. His speechless expression remained for more than ten seconds before he quickly corrected him: "Well... Director, you are wrong. It was my boyfriend and I who broke up. I failed him."
It’s me, my boyfriend is a very nice guy.”
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My daughter’s emotional intelligence is as low as ever and I am satisfied
