Wanjie takeaway

Wei Dao nodded, sipped his wine glass and said with a smile: "It's understandable, after all, you couldn't find another one in the past so many years that I could find you as a friend. It's very reasonable to be a little nervous."

This is a bit narcissistic.

Fu Feng rubbed his eyes with the handkerchief that Wei Dao gave him, and said with a smile, "Are you so confident?"

Wei Dao swallowed his wine and said, "Yes."

Fu Feng keenly noticed that Wei Dao seemed to be a little unhappy. He didn't know why, so he thought for a while and drank a cup and asked: "What game? Tell me, let's start now."

Wei Dao looked at Fu Feng and nodded, "Don't be afraid of what I'm going to do next."

Fu Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't be afraid."

Wei Dao took his own wine jar and took a sip down his throat. He felt that the taste of the wine became a little bit sweet, with a subtle bitterness, and his cheeks turned red quickly. His appearance was the same as before. Fu Feng looks a bit like that, with two reddish eyes hazy, smiling at each other: "Well then, look over there."

He pointed behind him.

Fu Feng saw a huge labyrinth with tall and thick doors.

Wei Dao seemed a little confused, and smiled at Fu Feng, unable to tell if there was more malice or pride in the smile.

He said a little vaguely: "You go in through this door and come out again, even if the game is over."

"that is it?"

"You will see many me and some fragments of my past in it. If there are two me at the same time or before and after, you need to distinguish between true and false. If you choose true, you can see more of me. If you choose false Yes, you have to see the monster and do your best to avoid the opponent's attack, if you are chased out, then the game is not considered complete."

"I understand."

Fu Feng smiled at Wei Dao.

He got up, pushed open the door, and waved to Wei Dao sideways, with a comforting smile on his lips.

Wei Dao blinked, Fu Feng had already turned around and went in, the door was closed again, but Wei Dao frowned, pressing his chest through his clothes and skin, the heart inside was about to beat in line with Fu Feng, he felt sad , not a feeling as intense as pain, nor an emotion like sadness that can pass with a little resistance, it is a sadness that is extremely bad even if he recalls it a little bit.

The mind is covered with layers of cobweb-like drowsiness. He can open his eyes, stay awake, and continue to live, just like countless past days, but he can't be happy, as if a weight is passing by time And the increased weight, which is heavily pressed into the skull, will make the head roll off the neck.

It seems that he was born like this, shouldn't raise his head, shouldn't look directly at others, inferior and cowardly, useless, wallowing in the pain of the past alone, even if he can transform the pain into a shallower level of sadness, he still can't eradicate those emotions, can't Stop your past self from pulling your future self from the mire to the swamp, sinking both deeper into a hell where you can never breathe.

struggle?Can't get out.

that's too bad...

Wei Dao sighed, wanted to laugh, but was crying on the face, and drank a jar of wine slowly, not knowing how many tears were mixed in the wine.

I don't know how true or false, how salty, how bitter are those tears.

Others only said, but moaning without illness.

Only you know, no one can experience another person's feelings.

Even if they infiltrate each other's dreams, it is impossible to peek into the real heart so easily.

Awful……

Wei Dao wiped his face, wiped his tears casually, got up and pushed the door, and entered the maze.

There are mirrors on all sides in the maze, and there are clean and wide mirrors on the top, bottom, left, and right, extending from the side to the invisible distance.

There are no stitching marks and no glue setting.

There are no lights or candles here. Looking at these mirrors, people will think of words such as bright and bright, but after looking away, they will clearly feel the darkness of the surrounding environment, as if they are in a tightly closed coffin There is no way to go in or out, buried at night, with no stars or moon on the head, soft soil under the body, and countless eyes hidden in those mirrors.

Fu Feng walked forward slowly. Before he came in, he didn't even ask Wei Dao whether he would die directly if he didn't eat here.

Maybe there is no need to ask, maybe he forgot, anyway, he suddenly remembered now, and thought of something else, about Wei Dao.

Weidao...

Fu Feng didn't realize that he was in his dream, but he realized that something was wrong here, vaguely remembered something before he passed out, and secretly said: Wei Dao, is he a real human being?He is willing to be friends with me, of course it is very good, I am very happy, but what he said and did was all voluntary?Did he lie to me?Why is he here?

In this place, Fu Feng felt the suffocation that gradually deepened when he stayed here, Wei Dao was sad, he was more sad than Wei Dao, this was his home field after all, even if he didn't know it himself, but Wei Dao knew it well, and Wei Dao didn't need to I doubtfully accepted most of the negative emotions scattered in this dream, which almost rushed out of this dream and flew out.

If it wasn't for Wei Dao, Fu Feng should have woken up almost.

The reason why he is here now is partly due to Wei Dao.

He himself does not want himself to wake up, that is to say, after feeling the behavior of Wei Dao after entering, his subconscious judges Wei Dao as a friend, and judges Wei Dao's behavior as help. Here, besides himself, it is Wei Dao Originally, he could control Wei Dao and kill Wei Dao as soon as Wei Dao entered. This is completely feasible. In theory, it can add a crack to Wei Dao's soul. Wei Dao may not blame him for this, but he did not do something like this.

He even handed over most of his power to Wei Dao.

Here, Fufeng is the first, followed by Weidao.

The difference between them is not one hundred and one, but one percent and 90.00% nine.

Fu Feng handed over his rights to Wei Dao.

And he himself, relaxed, went to play.

Wei Dao successfully completed the handover in silence.

At least, the human-shaped individual belonging to Fufeng's surface consciousness has not realized it yet.

Even if he realizes, it's okay, he won't have a problem.

After all, whatever the subconscious wants to do is what the surface consciousness also wants to do, but, more or less, the surface consciousness will be disturbed by various other external conditions. Many things, in the subconscious, think about it. Forget it, the superficial consciousness will choose to agree or reject after judgment. Agree, this matter can be done, and disagree, this matter is impossible.

When the mind is clear and conscious, it is absolutely impossible for the subconscious to control the body's actions to the point of doing whatever it wants.

But in the dream, the outside world can be ignored, the subconscious is the absolute leader, what is said is what.

You can do whatever you want.

Take control of everything without belonging to surface consciousness.

It can only be said that the choices of surface consciousness and subconsciousness must be the same, but subconsciousness is much bolder than surface consciousness.

Fu Feng fell into a dark pothole.

With his eyes open, he clearly felt the changing light and shadow around him—the scene was changed.

Fu Feng took a deep breath and began to observe the brand new environment.

Here is a certain memory of Wei Dao, maybe even Wei Dao himself doesn't remember it.

It was probably given in exchange, Fufeng allowed him to enter the dreamland, and he reciprocated, sending some memories to play with, it is not a big deal, after all, prostitution for free is not a good quality.

"How do you eat this kind of thing?!"

The young Wei Dao stood in a canteen, holding a bag of [-] cents worth of snacks in his hand, and the bag of snacks couldn't be torn open at all.

He stretched out a hand and passed it far away, signaling to let the proprietress on the opposite side see clearly, this bag is worse than a waste product!

However, the proprietress looked at Wei Dao, frowned, rolled her eyes, looked impatient, and said contemptuously: "How else can I eat? Eat with your mouth, don't you understand?!"

She didn't say any more, her eyes were enough to express disgust and sarcasm.

Wei Dao felt deeply looked down upon, and almost fell down on the spot.

Fu Feng looked at Wei Dao outside the shop, and found that Wei Dao seemed to have something to do, so he went in and pulled Wei Dao out.

Wei Dao squinted at the people around him unhappily, and found that he didn't know him. He felt strange and laughed at himself, and asked with a half-smile, "Who are you?"

Fu Feng held Wei Dao's hand and said, "Me? One of your friends who came back from the future."

Wei Dao snorted, and threw the bag of snacks in the trash can beside him. He was still angry, and because he needed to restrain himself on the street, he became more irritable, and said with a sneer, "Friend?"

He said with a funny expression: "Do you know what my classmates said about me?"

Without waiting for Fu Feng to ask questions, he said sentence by sentence: "They said, people like me will never know what a friend is! People like me will never have friends in their whole life! Be friends. Do you understand?"

Wei Dao is actually not sad, he doesn't think human beings are a good thing, and they are always disgusting if they get close.

friend?

He didn't need it.

As for when you need it?

It's ridiculous, when he needs it, can he ask others to come to him immediately to help him if he has friends?Totally impossible.

No one can accommodate another person without a bottom line, and there is no need for others if there is a bottom line.

What's more, if he is required to devote time and energy to dealing with others as his friends just for some trivial needs, he may first make himself so disgusted that he can't sleep well every night, and hang up the next day. The dark circle continues to do things he hates, he may go crazy... No!He must be crazy, there is no second way.

Awful.

That's not a good future.

Wei Dao frowned, feeling sick to his stomach.