Rebirth before the doomsday: I quietly emptied the city of supplies

"Wife."

"Damn it, you just got up."

Xiao Ling turned her head and glared at him: "You're not going to work today? Let me tell you, it's time to pay off the loan. There's also credit card payments and various gas, water and electricity bills. You can't be passive at work anymore. If you get fired, our family will have nothing to lose."

"Haha, I got it. Don't worry." Zhang Yang laughed.

I don’t have any temper when my wife scolds me.

He turned around and went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet and washed his face. After washing his face, he looked up at the mirror and felt dazed.

I always feel that the more I look at myself in the mirror, the stranger I look. If I look at myself for a long time, I will feel scared. Zhang Yang quickly turned around and wiped his face with a towel. After washing up, he walked out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen. Breakfast was already ready.

A family of three is having a warm breakfast at the dining table.

His son was noisy and his wife was nagging. Zhang Yang suddenly felt annoyed. He didn't know why, but he felt an immense annoyance and discomfort with this life that he had long been accustomed to.

He suddenly looked at Xiao Ling and frowned, saying, "I had a dream again last night." "Is it the dream about the apocalyptic disaster?"

While Xiao Ling was urging her son to eat, she glanced at Zhang Yang and said, "You dreamed that you were an elite special forces soldier again? And you followed your brothers to survive the apocalypse? And you became a superpower?"

Zhang Yang: “…”

Xiao Ling curled her lips and smiled: "Your dream is also very strange. You have had it hundreds of times, and you are still having it? Is our world going to end in the future?"

Zhang Yang: “…”

Xiao Ling continued to smile and said, "Okay, I think you are just too tired recently, so you always have nightmares. If you really feel that you can't bear it, then take a few days off to rest."

Zhang Yang: "I'm done eating, I'm going to work." After saying that, he stood up and left.

"Hey, you haven't finished your milk yet." Xiao Ling shouted twice.

In the end, all I heard was the door closing. Zhang Yang went out.

He walked to the garage like a zombie, got into a luxurious Mercedes-Benz, and drove to work. Half an hour later.

He walked into a tech company, swiped his card, greeted his colleagues, returned to his workstation, turned on his computer, and started working.

The morning passed by in a hurry.

Have a work lunch at noon. Continue working in the afternoon. Go home from get off work at 6:40 pm. Have dinner. Play with my son for a while.

Listen to my wife chattering and then go to sleep.

Silent all night.

The next day.

I was awakened by the sound of footsteps again. "Dad, wake up." "Got it."

Zhang Yang sat up tiredly and wiped his face vigorously. What happened?

Now I can't get any rest after sleeping for a night. I feel more and more tired. And I have a dream again. It's the same dream of doomsday disaster. It seems that I really need to find a psychologist to intervene.

Otherwise, if you continue like this, you will suffer from mental breakdown sooner or later.

I have to support my family, my children, my wife and my house.

Working like a zombie for five days. Saturday.

Early in the morning.

Zhang Yang greeted Xiao Ling early, then left home and went straight to the psychiatric department of the municipal hospital. He met the director of the psychiatric department.

A beautiful woman.

A beautiful woman named Fang Jing. She was wearing a white coat. She had a quiet and reserved temperament.

After the meeting, Zhang Yang frankly told him all of his symptoms.

After he finished speaking, Fang Jing looked at him with interest and smiled, "If you keep having this dream over and over again, it means that you may have some kind of trauma lurking deep inside. How about this, tell me your dream in detail and I'll listen."

"it is good."

Zhang Yang began to tell the story of the apocalypse in his dream, starting with the extremely high temperature.

It continues until the seawater backflows and a super tsunami strikes.

Then he talked about how in his dream, the elite special forces were ordered to go to Jiangcheng to find the target person, and met a member of the city bureau's special forces team at Jiangbei Hotel. When he talked about this, Zhang Yang suddenly looked strange.

He looked at the doctor in front of him and murmured, "In my dream, that special forces member seemed to be named Fang Jing, and...she looked exactly like you." "Looks exactly like me? Also named Fang Jing?"

Fang Jing looked at Zhang Yang in surprise: "Have you... seen me before?" "Absolutely not." "Then why did you dream about me?" Zhang Yang: "..."

The feeling of uneasiness in my heart became stronger and stronger. I always felt that something was wrong.

After the two of them had been talking for half an hour, Fang Jing looked at Zhang Yang and smiled faintly: "How long has it been since you and your lover had sex?" "What?" Zhang Yang was stunned. "How long has it been since you and your lover had sex?"

Zhang Yang asked in confusion: "What does this have to do with married life?"

"Haha, in my opinion, your anxiety is just caused by the pressure of life, which makes you unable to distinguish between illusion and reality." Fang Jing smiled faintly, writing something on the notebook and said with a smile: "Here's a suggestion for you, go home and spend a good weekend with your lover. It's best to have sex once or twice, which will help you relieve your worries and relieve your mental exhaustion. Believe me, forget all this, and you will be back to normal life in half a month."

Zhang Yang: “…”

Ten minutes later, Zhang Yang left the psychiatric department and went outside. The sun was scorching hot.

It is now July, the height of summer.

The scorching sun in the sky is burning the earth.

Unlike the world in the dream, the sun had turned into an icy blue and no longer had any heat. Zhang Yang suddenly became alert.

I quickly shook my head and stopped thinking about it. I'm going home tonight and have a date with my wife.

Since he had a child and bought this villa, his pressure has been increasing, so much so that he has not had sex with his wife for a long time. Perhaps it is really mental exhaustion.

Zhang Yang drove to the seafood market and bought a lot of seafood. He also bought a bottle of high-end red wine. On the way home.

When passing by a familiar street, Zhang Yang was stunned. He found that the leaves of the trees on both sides of the street had turned... red? What the hell...

Can urban greening be messed up like this? These are not autumn maple leaves.

Just as he was complaining about the city's planning, he suddenly noticed that the leaves had suddenly turned green. Holy crap!

Zhang Yang suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the car squeaked to a stop in the middle of the road.

He quickly got out of the car, rushed to the side of the road, and stared blankly at the leaves on the trees.

Those leaves went from green to red and back to green in just a few minutes? It was like... a bug.

There was a constant clanging sound behind me.

Zhang Yang's temporary parking caused continuous rear-end collisions on the street behind him.

There was chaos on the road.

But he noticed nothing and just looked at the leaves in horror.

More than just leaves.

The color of the building next to it kept changing, sometimes it was azure blue, sometimes it turned pink. It was like switching colors back and forth when using Photoshop on a computer. Zhang Yang's scalp was tingling.

I got goosebumps all over my body.

Suddenly, someone slapped him from behind: "Hey, what the hell are you thinking? Just in the middle of the road..."

As soon as the man's arm hit his shoulder, Zhang Yang suddenly became alert and subconsciously reached out to twist his wrist, then raised his hips and arched his waist.

A standard over-the-shoulder throw threw the person behind him directly into the green belt.

Plop.