I Like This Dream!

Anxu was haunted by nightmares.

She couldn't feel her limbs, couldn't see, hear, or touch. Something held her in place, making it impossible for her to break free. An Xu could feel himself suffocating a little bit, like being locked in a vessel with increasingly thin air.

She began to struggle hard, trying to push away the heavy weight on her body. When you can't feel your body, struggling is difficult. An Xu tried his best but could only open his eyes.

A layer of plastic film breaks open, and the empty darkness suddenly has cracks, allowing the maddening nothingness to become reality. Through this gap, An Xu suddenly saw countless rays of light entangled in front of him, intertwining and rotating at an incredible speed without interfering with each other. The magnificent picture attracted her, and at the same time a trace of fresh air slipped in from there, saving Anxu's shriveled lungs. She was like a tadpole in the swamp, wagging its tail desperately and crawling toward the light.

The crack closed.

Anxu woke up from his dream, gasping for air, and found himself lying on the hard bed. It would be strange not to have nightmares while sleeping in this position. She supported the bed board and tried to get up.

Be careful, don't get up yet, said a voice.

She turned her head and looked at the person beside the bed. Sitting next to her was a little old lady with brown hair. She was not pretty, but her smile looked quite festive. An Xu couldn't help but laugh too.

Your injury has just been healed and you still need some time to practice. The little lady said, I am Nancy Hayden, the instructor of the basic course. I will be your lecturer for the next period of time. Every morning I I have classes, and I will go to the library to help in the evening, so starting from tomorrow, I will teach you how to read every afternoon, okay?

This was still the same dream. Anxu felt a little incredible. In her more than 20 years of dreaming history, she had never encountered such a long and logical dream. But who knows, the longer she wakes up, the more dreams disappear. Maybe she has had a similar dream, but she just forgot about it when she woke up.

Okay. She said.

This is not the infirmary, but Nancy's residence. Nancy lives in a corner of the college. The place is larger than Anxu's room, but the things are not much richer. When she came back in the evening, Nancy brought Anxu a small bowl filled with fresh finger-sized fruits. For the first time here, Anxu saw food other than manna.

What is this? she asked.

Plums. Nancy said, placing the bowl within Anxu's reach, then picked up one and ate it.

Aren't plums the kind with purple skin and yellow flesh that are as big as a child's fist? An Xu thought to himself, it tasted quite unambiguous. The fruit, which Nancy calls plum, tastes sour and sweet. The skin is a bit astringent, and there is a core as big as a fingernail inside. It tastes pretty good.

Is it delicious? Nancy asked.

It's delicious! Thank you! An Xu said, I thought we could only grow manna here!

I grew the plums. Nancy pointed out the window, where there was a small yard. Alinggu was very cold, and almost no crops could survive. I brought the most cold-resistant wild species from further south. , it can only be imported after several years of screening. As for manna, it is the product of plant supernatural ascetics.

Grown from plant superpowers? A row of vegetative people appeared in An Xu's mind, with white bumps all over their bodies. The thought made the hairs stand on end.

Many people like to say this. Nancy chuckled, 'The Holy Communion is the flesh and blood of God, and the manna is the flesh and blood of the ascetic monks.' However, in fact, it has little to do with the ascetic monks themselves, it is just a catalytic plant.

Although she is also an older woman, Nancy is much gentler than Sister Mary. She has a peaceful affinity that makes those around her calm.

Why are you different from them? An Xu asked directly.

I am also the Lord's shepherd.

The statement is the same, but the difference is huge, the difference between Nanny Rong and Dumbledore.

There is no nanny named 'Ron' in the college? Nancy blinked, Is 'Dumbledore' a character in some story?

Oh, don't worry about it, An Xu waved his hand, They all want to kill me, why are you so nice to me? Do you have a child as old as me?

Clerics never marry, Nancy laughed, but all the children are my children, just like all the shepherds are my brothers and sisters.

Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?

Are you a bad person then?

I don't think so.

Did you lie in the square?

I didn't lie!

Then the inside story is worth discussing. Nancy said with a smile, And your physical condition is not good now. You need to rest. We will talk about other things later. Do you want to sing you a lullaby?

I'm already twenty...twelve years old! An Xu retorted, feeling a little embarrassed for the first time to pretend to be young. Nancy said hum hum, put away the empty bowl, and hummed a song.

I told you not to use lullabies! An Xu thought to himself, but didn't say it out loud, because Nancy sang very well. She lay on the bed and listened, not knowing whether it was an illusion or not, she felt her body relaxed a little.

Anxu believed in his heart that everyone present when he was whipped was mentally ill. But dreams are inherently illogical. She once dreamed of a man who asked her to bring a goat to pay the bill or else he would not be allowed to enter the public restroom (thanks to this man, she did not wet the bed at the age of ten), and also encountered a forced The counselor who copied her political books, the rabbit who tried to pull out her teeth. It's not a good idea to dream about being publicly executed by a psychopath, but it's not worth it if you're so angry that you can't enjoy the rest of the dream.

Since Nancy didn't rush over to ask her to repent, Anxu regarded the other party as a well-meaning believer who was rescuing people in distress. From the afternoon of the next day, she started the first grade of primary school.

Nancy is a patient and good teacher. She originally taught reading and writing courses for first-year seminary students. The textbooks and teaching content are all ready-made. One afternoon passed, and she actually missed half of the semester's classes. This remarkable progress surprised the two of them, and they unanimously felt that the other person was an extraordinary person.

Nancy confirmed again and again that Ann did not know a word before the professor, but after the course, she remembered every word, which can be said to be a master after being taught. She thought that the other party probably had some background, but she couldn't remember it for many reasons, just like a person who is temporarily aphasic after being frightened.

As for An Xu, she originally had the idea of ​​breaking the jar and thought it would be normal if she couldn't learn the garbled characters in her dreams. She never expected that it would go so smoothly. She had to learn several new languages ​​because of her work. Even if they were from the same language family, it was very painful to learn new languages. It required a lot of repeated practice. This time she learned the language of dreams without any reference. Teacher Nancy only taught it once. , she got started easily!

An Xu had respect for the teacher from the bottom of her heart, and felt that if she had to explain it scientifically, Teacher Nancy must be some super subconscious in her heart. Didn’t it mean that someone suddenly became fluent in foreign languages ​​after a car accident? Probably it woke up the teacher Nancy in that person's heart.

Within a week, Ann could read and write as well as Nancy, and Nancy began teaching her to use priestly sign language. This time it really scared Nancy that Ann's sign language teaching was just as smooth as her written language teaching.

St. Andrew's Theological Seminary, like monasteries everywhere, does not allow talking at the dinner table and on many solemn occasions. Over time, the monks invented a unified gesture language. This language has no written records and no special courses. The only way to learn it is to become a member of the priests and learn it through observation and communication with others.

Miss Anna Sullivan definitely did not have the opportunity to learn sign language at home. After entering the academy, she had almost no exposure to sign language because she was isolated. If the previous speed can still be regarded as a foundation, the speed of learning sign language will undoubtedly prove her intelligence.

Did you learn so fast before? Nancy asked.

No! An Xu also felt it was amazing. After thinking about it, he was relieved again. Isn't it the same as asking a question maker to solve the problem himself? Isn't it not difficult to learn something from his subconscious mind?

In other words, this change started after the supernatural power was awakened?

An Xu thought about it and realized that was correct. She nodded, and Nancy pondered for a moment before saying, You may also have awakened your powers of thinking.

Can two powers be awakened?

The situation is very rare, but it does exist. Nancy said, Some alphas awakened their abilities during differentiation, but because they could not master them for a while, they were regarded as having no abilities. They received a second baptism, and in the second baptism they were After being favored by the gods, I got the second type. The Locks of Divine Punishment have little effect on the weak and non-lethal type such as accelerating the speed of thinking.

Second baptism? An Xu asked again.

After this period of getting along, Nancy also discovered An's lack of common sense, just like An Xu was sure that Nancy was a good-tempered teacher who would not get tired of endless questions. She explained: Believers are baptized one week after birth. Alphas who have no powers after differentiation can be baptized a second time.

Uh, bathe in holy water?

Some kind of ceremony of pouring holy water on the head under the auspices of the priest. Nancy said helplessly. This explanation sounds like it is not much different from washing your hair. Alas, God forgive me.

An Xu laughed, laughed and started coughing violently, his lungs making a strange sound like a bellows. Nancy's expression became solemn. She held An Xu's wrist and let it go after a long while.

You can put the rest aside for now. Nancy said, You can read now. I will borrow relevant books for you. You must learn to meditate starting tomorrow.