Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

(Quick travel) Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

Author: Keos

Introduction:

Desire is the root of all suffering.I say this all the time.

Be considerate and tolerant, don't care about some gains and losses, and don't make demands on anyone.I want to live as comfortably and comfortably as possible. If I can't, I don't care. Fate has its own arrangements.

I don't beg.But those greedy people stretch out their hands and cry out to me, and spread their nets to plunder me.They cried out in despair: "Give me your love, even a little."

Content tags: strong love, special liking, edge love song, fast travel

Search keywords: Protagonists: Andre, Ji Heyan, Yin Yingguang┃Supporting roles: Sutherland, Xiuyi, Pierrot┃Others: sickly, blackened, main attack

One sentence introduction: to be seen, but there is nothing in it.

1 Introduction

I have always thought of myself as an ordinary person. Personality, appearance, or personal ability can be called mediocre in these aspects, and there is nothing new in my thinking. Or rather, in many cases, I have a way to hide myself. Go along with other people's tendencies.When I was very young, this disposition was not noticed by myself, and when I discovered it, it had become one of my bad habits.

This doesn't mean that I don't have my own opinions, on the contrary, deep down I admit that I am a difficult person to be satisfied or please.Students in middle school often circulated reading materials that they thought were interesting to each other. The classification is as you know, probably some collections of jokes, cartoons, some of which are even sexually suggestive, and I can feel it very keenly There's a funny or erotic element in it, which puzzles me, but never once does it elicit any emotion.At first I just thought that maybe what I received happened to be uninteresting, but the same thing made them laugh uncontrollably.This had to make me wonder whether it was because I laughed too much, or for some other reason.

The other thing that is different from them is that I also can't feel much sadness, sympathy or fear, and the emotion is thin and almost lacks empathy at the same time.I have a friend who I have known since I was a child. Later, he had to go to the UK due to family reasons. When he left, his face was full of tears and he took my hand to say goodbye to me.And I didn't let him touch it at the time, because he wiped his tears and made his hands wet, which made me feel a little disgusted, but I didn't feel anything other than that.Sometimes when I met an old beggar with ragged clothes and a dark face on the street, the people who walked with me would mutter to themselves how pitiful they were, and I didn’t feel as compassionate as he did if I had to come out to beg at such an age.

It doesn't mean that I'm a cold, respectable person. Compared with my ordinary personality, I have more friends than others around me.I think this is mainly because although it is difficult for me to feel the emotions of others, I can analyze the elements and respond accordingly. This approach is sometimes more real than the expression of true feelings, because my emotions and behaviors are completely Adjusting to each other, most of the time I tend to listen quietly from the sidelines, which also makes me seem more and more like a loyal and considerate friend.

I can generally get away with it, and occasionally make mistakes because some people's words don't match or even contradict their facial expressions.Once, a friend of mine’s grandfather passed away, and I didn’t read too heavy a meaning from his tone, and even the short sentences expressed by him had a color that could easily be mistaken for lightness, so my reaction was I laughed immediately, and then I realized that he and grandpa are usually very close, so I corrected my mood in time.

In addition, I am just an ordinary human being. With this operating mechanism, even today, I have not really messed up anything. Everything around me is on the right track. I believe that according to This set of trajectories, as many as 60 years or as little as 30 years later, I will smoothly meet the end of everything, death.

My parents have passed away many years before me.I brought my mother's death from birth, and she passed away within two hours after giving birth to me, and my poor father just came to see the newborn in a hurry, and followed in a blink of an eye under the stimulation of first joy and great sorrow If you use a more romantic term, you might as well imagine that they have already met in heaven at this time.Luckily, my parents came together because they were orphans at first, and created a large family business together, and left a company that can operate independently, so that I can still live affluently after their death. This has to make me feel a certain gratitude to them after many years.Their old housekeeper took care of my daily necessities, and then had to retire due to old age. After that, I didn't find anyone else to take care of me.

I quite believe in this set of theories. Your personality is doomed from birth, and your personality determines your path. Life has its own trajectory. As long as you obediently don’t do anything out of line, your trajectory will naturally lead you to the end .When I read biographies or novels of famous people, I realize this more and more clearly. You can fake it, but there is no need to fight against your nature.

I am quite inconvenient about my own emotional disorder, but I am not particularly disgusted. If I were asked to giggle at the electronic screen like a normal person, I would not be as comfortable as I am now.

All in all, I was quite satisfied with my life so far, enjoying myself, and had no intention of changing it.And fate has its own subtleties and paradoxes. He has no obligation to do what I want, and I can only try to adapt to him instead of the opposite.Anyway, at the age of 14, fate played a big trick on me.

I was born in the daytime, a well-lit 14:13 in the afternoon, the reason for the precise number is not to express its specificity, the first day of my 14th is like the last day of my [-]th, there is nothing else to describe.The only difference is that my friends threw me a birthday party at [-]pm on NO.[-], and again, the time here is meaningless.It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening when I saw off the last guest. Fortunately, I was the only person in charge of the house and avoided the trouble of apologizing to the parents for the noise that lasted until so late.

I didn't realize at the time that it wasn't the time that mattered, but the moment of falling asleep.

I rested quite late that day, and for some reason I felt heavy in my heart, and I tossed and turned on the bed without any sleepiness. Now that I think about it, it may be a little telepathy, but this kind of induction is useless, and I can’t tell whether it’s good or bad. , just makes me sad and restless.The blackout curtains in the bedroom were not drawn, only a thin layer of white gauze was closed, and the moonlight spread through the light white gauze to the ground. I opened my eyes and listened to the humming of katydids in the courtyard. I fell asleep at midnight.

I fall asleep late at night and wake up in the morning, logically there is no doubt about it.It's just that when my consciousness slowly fell into the dark sea of ​​sleep, I felt completely different from usual, as if I had penetrated a soft barrier like water, without any buffering rest time in between, it was so easy to sloppy , I closed my eyes in my own bed, fell asleep and entered another world.

Literally, another world.

Many things that happened after that were beyond my imagination at the time.Everything seemed mysterious and elusive. Afterwards, when I finally freed up my hands and started to record, it was after I woke up at ten o'clock the next day. As far as my body time was concerned, I had already passed 26 years.I don't know how it happened, there is no trace of how or how it happened.When I go back to the present time, in order to prove that I am not crazy (because assuming that these experiences of mine are just dreams, I am unlikely to make up so many details), and to find patterns in it, to regain control of my own. In the rhythm of life, I am determined to document these processes as much as possible.

The following is what I remember from the experience.

first night

2. Duke 01

As I said before, it seemed that I had just fallen asleep, and then I woke up quickly, without any feeling of sleep, but refreshed and not sleepy.In the next instant of regaining consciousness, I was acutely aware that I was not in my room.I have always lived comfortably in the exquisite house left by my parents. The property I have inherited has allowed me to buy everything I want with money, even if it is not one-tenth of the grandeur of this room.Not to mention the gilded furniture, soft silk, flowers, porcelain, jewelry and jade in the room, just looking up at the ceiling not only makes me amazed by the exquisite and dignified decoration on its high dome.There is no doubt that this is not my room, and I have never been in such a place, and the next second I start to notice something unusual-my bed has added railings, and it is unexpectedly small, when I tentatively swing My own body was also tightly wrapped in soft cloth during my hands and feet, and I couldn't move freely.

At this time a woman stood up from my bed. She was sitting motionless in the blind spot of my sight just now, and I barely saw her.She wore a plain blue dress with an exaggerated hem compared to the color, her blond curly hair was pulled back in a bun, and her long lashes framed a pair of gentle blue eyes. She made a gesture of hugging me, I tried to avoid her, but in the end I was hugged by her into her soft bosom, she was a bit too big for me, or on the contrary, I became smaller like a