Reincarnation Dreamland [Unlimited]

Yao Hui usually does research in the laboratory when she has no poker games.

"Sister Hui, I want to ask you something." Tang Ji grinned and put on a standard smile.

"Speak." Yao Hui was in the office outside the laboratory, recording the experimental data and working with her head down.

"Drinking the dream suppressant, is it still possible to dream?" Tang Ji naturally pulled the bench aside and sat opposite Yao Hui.

Yao Hui stopped what she was doing when she heard this question.

She took off the wide glasses on the bridge of her nose and put them aside, and blinked at Tang Ji, as if she was familiar with this question: "Hey, who are you dreaming about?"

"...I didn't say it was me, did I?" Tang Ji said seriously.

"Hahaha, don't be shy, young man!" Yao Hui laughed, "If someone else had a dream, they would just come to me directly, and it is impossible to tell you."

Tang Ji blushed a little, and frowned like a cover-up: "Why?"

"Tell me who you dreamed about first, and I'll tell you later." Yao Hui said with a smile.

Tang Ji: "..."

Of course it was impossible for him to tell the truth. After thinking about it, he casually mentioned someone they both knew.

Tang Ji: "Chen Lijun. I dreamed that I was fighting with him..."

As soon as Chen Lijun's name came out, Yao Hui stared at Tang Ji with his mouth slightly open.That expression was like seeing a ghost.

Tang Ji raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Yao Hui was silent, and said, "I know you are medical students, and you don't mind meat and vegetables, but I really didn't expect you to have such a strong taste..."

Tang Ji: "???" What is this sister talking about?

Yao Hui immediately added: "Well, but, I don't discriminate against you, really. I just didn't expect to be a little surprised just now, and I didn't expect you and Chen Lijun...you two...er..."

Tang Ji: "What happened to us? What kind of discrimination?"

Yao Hui got back to the topic.

"Drinking dream suppressant, it is impossible to dream of a dream with a plot." Yao Hui explained, "However, everyone's subconscious mind will be driven by some superficial physiological activities. That is to say, you think you have done something. Dreams are actually just low-level physiological reactions.”

... Low-level physiological reactions!

Tang Ji understood instantly——

Isn't my dream in the morning just a low-level physiological reaction!

But, then, if only low-level physiological reactions can be mistaken for dreams...

He even told Yao Hui that he dreamed of it just now——Chen Lijun!

No wonder Yao Hui's expression of seeing hell.

Tang Ji supported his forehead and covered his face with half of his hands, wondering if it was too late for him to change.

Tang Ji: "Sister Hui, I just said nonsense, don't take it seriously."

Yao Hui nodded with a very understanding look: "Don't worry, I won't say anything."

"No... I'm really talking nonsense." Tang Ji looked at Yao Hui sincerely, "Just say it casually."

Yao Hui nodded: "Just say it casually? All right, I understand."

Tang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this matter should be considered over.

He got up and was about to leave. Just as he got to the door, Yao Hui came from behind him, "Oh! I'm just curious. The last question, you two... who will get on and who will get off?"

Tang Ji: "..." He is too naive!

After returning from Yao Hui's place, Tang Ji was depressed all morning.

Appetite decreased dramatically, and I ate very little for lunch and dinner.

He had a big problem in his life.

Falling in love with someone is a new experience and a happy thing.

However, it can only be regarded as a tragedy when the object of liking is a straight man who is inconsistent with her sexuality.

Tang Ji sat on the big balcony of the room, blowing the cold wind at night.

The night sky is full of stars, shining brightly.

He lit a cigarette and held it to his lips.

The smog rose slowly, was blown by the night wind, and dissipated in the air.

Tang Ji is not addicted to cigarettes, but nicotine can help him calm down and organize his thoughts.

Do you give up now, or try again?

He restrained his mentality of worrying about gains and losses, and perhaps he should ask, should he work harder when it is rare to meet someone he likes?

At least he should have heard Simon say that his girlfriend was lying on a bed on the 25th floor of the nursing home, rather than through the words of his senior brother, so that he lost the urge to work hard.

Tang Ji stubbed out the cigarette butt, stood up slowly, and came to a conclusion in his mind.

He spent a few days sorting out Simon's test report and treatment plan, found a time after lunch, and knocked on the door of Simon's room.

Simon may have just woken up, his slightly curly hair was curled up irregularly, and there was a bunch of brown hairs on the top of his head.

His eyes were a little hazy, which weakened the aggression in Simon's sharp eyes, and even made Tang Ji see a little softness.

Simon: "What is it?"

Tang Ji stared at Simon and blinked.Probably want to understand Simon's attraction to him, how handsome he is now.

"When will you have time to treat your illness?" Tang Ji went straight in, with his usual expression.

Simon scratched his hair: "It's all right, come in."

Simon stepped aside and signaled Tang Ji to enter.

I didn't expect to enter Simon's private space so easily.

The hall inside is very empty, Simon's room is many times larger than Tang Ji's, and the living room is a conventional decoration.

However, Tang Ji noticed that the doors of two rooms were brightly colored and tightly closed.

"What are you going to do?" Simon randomly pulled a chair and sat down.

"Try a semi-hypnotherapy for you, it can relax your mind and relieve your stress." Tang Ji explained, "If you think it's appropriate, we will do it regularly in the future."

Simon was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about Tang Ji's suggestion.

He was also wearing pajamas and pajamas, dark silk texture, V-shaped neckline, revealing a small piece of collarbone with high and low undulating shapes.The slender neck is full of strength.

Tang Ji glanced at it from the corner of his eye.

"Zhang Jianshan did it to me before," Simon said, "it doesn't seem to work."

Tang Ji hooked his lips and smiled: "Why don't you try me?"

This smile is like a silent invitation, and it is difficult for anyone to resist the light shining from Dr. Tang's bright eyes.

In contrast, Simon's eyes have always been deep, and when he is not smiling, he is indifferent.

Simon stared at Tang Ji for a few seconds, his expression changed from deep to gentle.

"Okay," Simon said with a soft light in his eyes, "Go to my studio and do it."

Studio in bedroom?

Tang Ji followed Simon to get up, and saw Simon opened an all-black wooden door.

He stretched his head to look inside, and saw a scene that seemed familiar.

The room was extremely large, with a ceiling that was at least five meters high.

Inside, a giant statue carved to the middle is placed in the middle.

It’s hard to describe in words what this statue is. It incorporates a lot of black and white hedging, a large area of ​​gray transition, those lines, circles, waves and other symbols, which are similar to those in the special room on the 25th floor of the nursing home. Almost exactly the same.

Tang Ji's heart sank.

He looked away, not wanting to look any further.

Simon was unconscious, and walked to a floor-to-ceiling window in the studio.

"Wow--" With a tug, the curtains opened to both sides.

The afternoon sun is warm and warm, and the windows add a filter to the sun, making the light softer.

In the middle of the window, there is a deck chair and a small round table.

"Here, okay?" Simon looked up at Tang Ji.

The corners of Tang Ji's mouth were flattened, and he calmed down.

After setting the position, Simon half-lyed and closed his eyes.Tang Ji sat beside him, took out a notebook and a pen, and prepared to take notes.

Simon directly faced the entire floor-to-ceiling windows, and the warm light swept over his body.

His complexion is fair, and that kind of white is not that of the yellow race, but closer to European blood.The color of the capillaries thus penetrates the skin and is clearly visible in soft sunlight.

He half-raised his neck, his jaw showed a very clean and neat line, and his Adam's apple trembled slightly.

The air was filled with the smell of the warm sun, and the unique smell of Simon's body, which was faint, like the smell of lead powder.

Tang Ji felt a little dizzy in his brain, maybe he was dizzy from lead powder, so he had to swallow his saliva reluctantly and said, "It's started."

"Yeah." Simon responded softly.

Tang Ji: "You are now in midair, surrounded by only the sky and white clouds."

Tang Ji: "Then, the body fell down, slowly, bit by bit. What did you see?"

Tang Ji picked up his pen and prepared to record.

Simon: "...a square."

Tang Ji paused, and wrote in his notebook: Square? ? ?

Tang Ji: "Have you landed yet?"

Simon: "Almost."

Tang Ji: "After landing, what did you see? Describe the surrounding scene in detail."

Simon: "Browns with choppy lines, rough greens, a square, two circles, and lots of sharp corners."

If Simon hadn't closed his eyes and said these words in a serious manner, Tang Ji would think that this person was shaking him.

Why did the specific scene I saw turn into a Two-dimensional graphic?

Tang Ji took a deep breath, endured it, and drew a few shapes on the notebook, namely: a square, a circle, a triangle, and a few lines.

He continued: "You get close to the sharp horns and try to see them clearly."

Simon didn't speak much.

"How? Did you see it clearly?" Tang Ji tried to ask.

"No, I went through it."

Tang Ji Fu forehead: "..."

Can this person be saved? !

Tang Ji wrote in his notebook: Go through? ? ?

Tang Ji gritted his teeth and insisted: "How does it feel to pass through, pain? Happiness?"

"No."

……

……

Slowly, Simon fell into a light sleep state.

Tang Ji looked at the pieces in the notebook? ? ?and! ! ! , and various graphic symbols, the heart is crazy.

It doesn't analyze anything at all.

We can only intuitively know that the patient's inner state is very chaotic, contradictory and acute.

The sun is westward.

The sun gradually dimmed, the light became hoarse, and the room became dark.

Simon was still asleep.

Tang Ji's mood was getting heavier and heavier like the light in the room.

He raised his eyes countless times, looked at Simon's perfect profile like a porcelain sculpture, and wanted to ask him about his emotional experience.

However, carrying private goods in the treatment violates the professional ethics principles that a doctor should have.

After struggling for a while, Tang Ji decided not to say anything.

He quietly shared the space in front of the window with Simon, silent and quiet.

It was completely dark, Tang Ji had no choice but to get up, fumbled to find the light switch in the room, and with a click, turned on the chandelier above his head.

White instantly covered the entire room.

Under the cold white light, the chaotic black and white sculpture is even more bizarre.

The sculpture seemed to swear an unusual connection between Simon and the girl lying in the room on the 25th floor.

Tang Ji had no choice but to sit back in his seat abruptly.

As soon as he sat down, he found that Simon's forehead was covered with a light layer of sweat.

—He is very nervous.

Tang Ji stared at Simon, observing his facial expression.