my king

The author has something to say: Before reading it, I suggest you review the episodes of Chapter 5 and Chapter 6 hhh

If you still remember some details from the previous article, you should feel better~

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Yang Yang was wondering why a person could have such a long and real dream.He looked down at the pendant in his hand that he had held all night. It was left in the quilt by the person who robbed the wallet yesterday. The shape of a small branch was very delicate. He had the right to use the money in the wallet. Bought it and kept it in my hand.

He flicked the pendant, and murmured to himself in a low voice, "You are a fake Qinling Sacred Tree."

He thought, he had such a real dream, it should have something to do with this little thing.

He closed his eyes and felt that the appearance of the person in the dream seemed to be blurred.

"Hmm..." He let out a short whimper, very much like the whine of a puppy being shut out by its owner.

After the filming of the large-scale waterscape show of "Red Mansions on the Water", sister Ling Shu arranged for him to meet. Liao Lian still had that high-minded look. He looked at the familiar script and the familiar co-stars, and he was a little stunned.

All the developments seemed to be completely overlapped with those in the dream, but he did better and no longer cared about the right and wrong voices from the outside world.

He didn't mention to Xu Ke that he wanted to go to Shanghai Film Academy for further studies, because he knew how Xu Ke would react. He took out the filming salary of "New Dream of Red Mansions" and relearned it under the teachers who taught him at the beginning.

He listened to the drama professors who were over sixty boasting that they were talented and knew everything, pursed their lips and smiled, but there were no traces in their eyes.He is the same as everyone else, where the talent comes from, it's just a dream that is more real than others.

Xu Ke's cold storage in disguise came as promised, but he didn't have any impetuous heart at all. He took on the role whenever he had a role, and he also acted in a scene that only lasted a minute or two. From a local hooligan to an arrogant rich second generation, what kind of Has he never acted in a role?

It's just that the time spent at home is much more than that on the set.

He went out to browse around the furniture market, and furnished the house exactly like in his dream.

He bought clothes, the size of the person in the dream was still very clear, but he only bought his own size, bought two of each style, and stacked them neatly into two piles.

Wear the one on the left today, and the one on the right tomorrow.

He also ran to the small restaurant in the alley. In his dream, he brought that person there once, but he never went there again.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, are you still here alone?" the proprietress greeted, and quickly cleared a clean table.

"Well, alone." He hooked the corner of his mouth, "Next time, bring friends to support the proprietress."

"Okay, don't forget." The proprietress smiled and quickly served the dishes.

Sliced ​​roast duck for two people, a plate of sauced beef, and a glass of Coke.

This time he didn't order the Immortal Pour from the proprietress, firstly, no one drank it, and secondly, he was drunk, and no one took him home.

He also played that game. The alchemist character was too difficult to level up by himself, with thin skin and no doctor to protect him. Add it to yourself when you get blood, and you can play well by yourself.

He looked at the doctor wearing novice equipment on the screen, and smiled even though the game ID on his head was still a unicorn, but his aura seemed to be weak for no reason.He turned off the game and suddenly felt that there was nothing to play.

Later, he took over the web drama and parted ways with Xu Ke. Xu Ke offered to invite him to dinner, but he declined. Xu Ke's face was red and white. He turned around and ignored him, and vaguely heard the other party yelling. .

He donned the navy blue hoodie for his first audition for the web series, and he was bound for the role.Because that character is the closest he is to that person in this world.

The success of the audition was expected, but it also let his tense nerves relax. He cooked a table meal, which he said was a table meal, but in fact it was a pot of stewed chicken with mushrooms, and a rice cooker with rice. Hit beer.

He opened the beer, drank most of the bottle in one gulp, put another mouthful of vegetables into his mouth, and swallowed it mixed with rice.While eating, he babbled about today's interview, said a few words, and stopped to stuff some food into his mouth.People, you still have to be nice to yourself, he is too busy talking, even if he talks for a whole night, no one will remind him to eat.

He drank three bottles of beer unknowingly, and he was a little drunk. He smirked in a daze, "Tell me, is this a dream?" It seemed that there was a person sitting in front of him.

He belched and took another gulp.The bowl of rice on the opposite side looked the same as it had just been served. Holding the chopsticks, he half stood up and poked hard into the bowl a few times.

"And he said it's true...a liar." He laughed, his eyes were curved and his rabbit teeth were showing, looking a little silly.

He sat quietly at the dining table for a while, then stood up staggeringly, went to the bathroom to take a shower, fell on the bed, and pulled the quilt to wrap himself in the quilt.

There was no change in the filming of that web drama. He went to Zhangjiajie to shoot a scene. The male and female artists who accompanied him were allergic to bites, but he was the only one who was fine.He looked at those familiar people and made a joke, "Brother is possessed."

Those people spat at him in unison, and continued to wipe all kinds of mosquito repellents on their bodies.

Later, when he was filming on the set, he hung Wia and jumped down from a place of more than ten meters. He jumped back and forth five or six times, kneeling hard on the tree branch, and he didn't feel any pain.

If someone cares that he will be in pain, then he will feel pain.

No one cares whether he will be in pain, so he doesn't even feel pain anymore.

Those people on the set, Wei Xiong, Hu Bin, and Liu Kai, teased him that he looks like a psychopath when he is quiet, and he looks like a desperate Saburo when he moves.In fact, he just wanted to get closer to that person, trying to feel the emptiness of that person in the desert, and his determination to find the truth.

When he returned home, he took the wound medicine that the person in the dream had used for him and wiped it on his shoulders and knees. The injured area was burning hot, and his hands were cold with icicles.

Later, when the online drama was finished, he went abroad with Lu Min and Qiu Yuan to record "Walking Hormones". helpless.When climbing the mountain, he carefully paid attention to his feet, but he carried too many things on his body. He took Sister Han Yi's bag and Sister Caijing's bag. No matter how careful he was, he still sprained his ankle.

He rubbed his ankle and felt that it didn't hurt that much.

In the evening, he carried the luggage of his sisters up to the room on the sixth floor one by one. After resting, he took out Yunnan Baiyao aerosol and sprayed it on his feet.He still remembered the person in the dream who pretended to be a videographer and accompanied him. Now that he thought about it, he should have believed it was a dream.

Then there was wave after wave of black material on the Internet, and when he looked at the unaltered black material, he realized that there was no anger or grievance in his heart.It may be that after experiencing it once, it doesn't matter, or it may be that it is meaningless even if you know it.

Shi Jia, his second manager, told him to bear it, but he didn't move.

In the end, the matter fell silent, and a letter from a lawyer clarified it.

He chose to deal with many things in silence. He just felt that it didn't matter anymore. He always believed in this.Besides, at least he experienced it in that dream, at least in that dream there was a person by his side from beginning to end, he thought he should be satisfied.

As the works appeared in the public eye one after another, the cover interviews of magazines came one after another.

His interviews always seem to be calm and thorough that doesn't match his age.

He said that in order to get attention, he should bear the pressure, and he gradually cultivated a calm self.He said that he didn't lose anything, he had more and more people who liked him and recognized him, and he had gained enough.

The interviewed staff would ridicule him after work, and he has an old soul that has reversed growth.

When you became the Yang Yang in your mind, how many things did you lose that your peers had?

He smiled, noncommittal.

He has experienced all the good and bad, happy and sad things twice, what else can he not deal with lightly?What he desires, he has already had, and he has had enough.

No need to talk about loss.

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He wore a pair of sunglasses and went out in a low-key manner.

At the airport flying to the Paracel Islands, the waiter at Starbucks asked him, what is your surname?

He smiled and said that your surname is Zhang.

Then hold the paper cup with Mr. Zhang written on it, like a child who got his favorite toy.

On August 8th, it was everyone's carnival, and it was also his.

Everyone is here today, isn't it cold in the north?Welcome back, long time no see.

After choosing the time to send it out, he put the phone aside.

haven't seen you for a long time.

Really...too long.

He turned out the book under the bed.It's been a long time since he turned it over, and even if it was put in the storage box, it was covered with a layer of dust. He opened it and looked at the familiar plot, as if he followed that person again.

When he saw the night in the book, he moved his body and stretched out his hand to bring the phone.The comments on the Weibo had already exploded into fireworks. He flipped through the messages, and his Weibo seemed to become a place to confide in. He smiled, thinking that this was quite good.

He flipped down, his fingers suddenly paused, and he clicked on a picture attached to a fan comment. It was the picture he sent that had been adjusted in brightness, like a profile silhouette, and his clothes turned blue , very much like that person.

He saved the picture and swiped his finger across the screen.

Before I knew it, I already missed you so much.

Looking at my own photo, it seems that you are reflected in front of my eyes, but it is so blurred that only a silhouette remains.

He closed his eyes, his throat sore.

He is possessed.

He stood up abruptly, took out the small branch pendant locked in the drawer of the bedside table, and held it tightly in his hand, "Let me go back, okay? Let me see him again, okay?"

He curled up into a ball, whimpering.It turned out that the pain was so extreme that even the sound of crying would be weak as if there was no breath.

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"Yang Yang?" The lights in the room were turned on.He heard someone calling himself, and a feeling of weightlessness suddenly rose from the soles of his feet.He opened his eyes, stung by the light overhead.

"Yang Yang?"

"Yang Yang..."

He stared blankly at the person in front of him, and the blurry outline suddenly became clear.He suddenly pulled the person closer and hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to rub the person into his body.

"Having a nightmare?" He heard the faint worry in the man's voice, he shook his head, did not speak, but just clenched the man's clothes tighter.

If that world was a nightmare, he would rather never dream again.

If this world is a dream, he would rather be in a nightmare from now on.

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explain it!Originally, the episode ended at the ellipsis.Everything he got along with the little brother was actually Yang Yang's fantasy, and he should move on after waking up from the dream.

But... If I don’t eat BE, I refuse, so I just pulled a dream out of it eh _(:зゝ∠)_

To tell the truth, I abused myself like a dog when I wrote it, many small details or sentences may only poke me orz, after all, the writing ability is limited and some plots may be forgotten by everyone, so you may not be able to get it... [crying loudly

In short, the above is a side story from the author of a little angel who loves you, come to the group for a note~ (Get out)