don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The empty space is really endless, but it is possible that the small advertisements he put up and the signs pointing to the exit will be seen.

Zhuang Die left all his memory, experience and cognition to him, but it is indeed possible that some things are left in the indelible level of "instinct".

The piggy bank usually sneaks out, sneaking into other people's dreams to pick up all kinds of notes with words on them. Ling Su always returns them regularly according to the track... because when they are at home, the little curly hair can't help it. He lives and feeds the piggy bank secretly, so the piggy bank has always believed that the little curly hair is richer than him.

So it is indeed possible that the piggy bank is obsessed with money, and accidentally got into a dream with very familiar fluctuations in consciousness.

To connect this trajectory, every inflection point has a possibility, and the probability of each possibility is really very small.

...But no matter how small the probability is, there will be such a chance to appear in the sample with the total amount of "infinite".

In a completely empty space without the concept of time, because someone has posted countless advertisements and guide signs, because someone is using all their will to find the exit, because these have been repeated infinitely... so sooner or later there must be such a track.

There must be such a trajectory. Zhuang Die saw the small advertisement he posted, followed the signpost to reality, and picked up a familiar piggy bank in his dream.

As for after that... How did Captain Ling hold a piggy bank in a disfigured manner, unceremoniously swaying it while using it as a compass, and found a way to lead the little curly hair home in the subconscious world bit by bit, then Needless to say.

The fact that they found Zhuang Die one step too late caused the three generations to cherish their grudges for an entire hour, and Ling Su got ten pairs of beach pants with superb aesthetics in the lottery.

……

Although the head of the ward and Vice Captain Song who had to leave the ward had to leave the ward because it was the time allowed for visitation, they got down on the door, but Instructor Ling obviously didn't intend to tell these stories to others.

Ling Su found a position that was comfortable enough not to press the wound, coaxed Teacher Xiaozhuang to the bed with all his heart, put his head on the bed, and sincerely admitted his wrong behavior of posting a small advertisement in reality .

"Afterwards, they were all cleaned up." Ling Su assured, "Not a single piece was left."

He also invaded the detection program of "Cocoon", and searched all the way along the realistic consciousness positioning, only to find that the little curly who had lost his memory lived in a low-rent apartment building.

Although in principle he has the authority to modify the current reality, Zhuang Die still firmly believes that he is a kindergarten teaching assistant who has just lost his job.

Because he gave his "cocoon" to Ling Su, Zhuang Die is often accidentally disturbed by the noisy and chaotic information flow in this world, and he is always used to staying in the room.

Ling Su squatted nearby for three whole days, and found that Teacher Xiaozhuang could really not go out at all.

Zhuang Die recalled carefully for a while, and suddenly found a lot of clues: "Captain, you are the one who fixed the hair dryer in the public bathroom, the electric light in the stairwell, and the neighbor who was singing high at midnight."

Ling Su coughed lightly, his ears felt hot, he raised his hand and slowly rubbed his neck twice.

Little Curly found a new clue: "I also stuffed a lottery ticket in the takeaway bag, so I won a new suitcase!"

Zhuang Die liked that suitcase very much. He not only used it to pack luggage, but also used it as a swivel chair and bumper car.

Later, because he couldn't sleep, he quit the rent all night, and knocked on the door of Ling Su's office with his luggage, and he was carrying the little bear suitcase.

"There are also people who can help you fix the air conditioner." Ling Su said, "I went to test for an air conditioner repair license overnight."

These abnormal behaviors almost aroused Vice Captain Song's vigilance.

The old criminal policeman with sharp eyes and keen eyesight stared at him for two days, and reminded him several times of the boundary between law and morality.

Of course Ling Su knew that this would not work.

In those three days, he mastered a lot of first-hand information.

For example, although the little curly hair seems to have become a little quiet and cool, but that is because he can't block the endless stream of information on his own, and he is always disturbed so much that he can't sleep well—anyone who can't sleep for so many days, can't sleep well. There may be more good mood.

For example, having lost the ability to cocoon, the little curly hair seems to have not fully adapted to the memory method of ordinary people. He always carries a recorder and a notepad with him to avoid forgetting important things.

For example, the little curly hair still has the habit of remaining in that nothingness, and will repeat its own existence repeatedly to prevent itself from being completely lost.

For example, although Little Curly doesn't remember him at all, he will still greet him when he comes to repair the air conditioner, and will give him iced drinks... When he is almost tripped by the game console cassettes all over the floor, he will instinctively He ran over and reached out to hold him.

When those hands firmly held his chest and shoulders again, a picture suddenly jumped out from the depths of Ling Su's consciousness without warning.

In the past few years, Ling Su has been like a bankrupt miser, counting and reviewing those memories over and over again.

He is used to this kind of life, and he also knows the memories that he has repeatedly counted.

Even if one day, these memories generate the most complicated maze... He can clearly identify which timeline, which frame of which track he is in the moment he is in it and opens his eyes.

But even so, there are still some more precious memories, and he just keeps them well in the depths of his consciousness, not daring to move them easily.

...For example, when Little Curly was excited to take him home, he instinctively hesitated for a few seconds because they were not familiar with each other.

And the wisest, gentlest, and best young pioneer from the land of the dead has lived countless lives in that instant.

He didn't dare to let himself recall the other party's eyes at that time.

Little Curly stood quietly in front of him, sorting out the memories that only he had bit by bit, packed them all up, and traveled through countless tracks back to their starting point.

Then those eyes looked up at him.

Erase all the traces left by the trek all the way, only the clear and clean first sight remains, and it bends brightly: "I understand."

"We can start by getting to know each other first."

The young pioneer from the other side closed his notebook, not in a hurry, swallowed the word "home" and hid it: "We can make a plan."

……

Ling Su was supported to stand firm.

He thanked him, took the iced drink from Zhuang Die, repaired the dripping air conditioner, and helped tidy up the game cassettes.

He found himself having to make a plan now.

He had to make a very steady, very mature plan.

Because they are not very familiar yet, he must not be in a hurry, not at all - just like the little curly-haired teacher back then.

He couldn't just jump up and hold Little Curly and run wildly all the way across most of the city to steal people home and hide them.

He decided to post small ads first.

Zhuang Die had to go to the public bathroom to wash up, to take out the trash, and when the delivery man was lazy and refused to go upstairs, he had to go downstairs to get the takeaway.

Ling Su specially marked these key routes.

If you directly posted a small advertisement like "Welcome to the special incident handling team to sleep", you would probably be arrested by the stern and selfless Vice Captain Song... So Ling Su spent a lot of time finding an illegal underground den.

The whole plan was very well thought out.

The alluring little advertisement is responsible for drawing Zhuang Die out of the apartment.

Ling Su ambushed at the fork in the road, and as an enthusiastic passer-by, led Zhuang Die to the special incident handling team, and reported the MLM den without any hassle.

He doesn't know the current situation of "Cocoon"'s headquarters and the person in charge, but with his previous experience as a lesson, Ling Su will not let Zhuang Die be noticed so early no matter what.

Speeding up the frequency and constantly dreaming to do tasks can give Zhuang Die’s severely sleep-deprived body enough rest, and secondly, he can re-weave a cocoon as soon as possible—of course it is easier to form a cocoon in the subconscious world than in the real world much more...

……

Within a few minutes of packing up the game cassette, Ling Su made all the plans.

Relying on these plans, he didn't rush to hug Zhuang Die immediately.

When Zhuang Die was led to the reception room by Lao Song, and he was lying on the sofa under the pillows, Ling Su listened to his own heartbeat.

For about ten seconds, he couldn't do anything.

Ling Su lay there, quietly listening to the best pioneers from the other side analyze the dream clearly.

He didn't make any reaction that might frighten the little curly hair, and received Zhuang Die as if they were completely unfamiliar, and he didn't even give birth to any usual headache because of the violent mood swings...

So he also had too many questions, and he didn't have time to ask them clearly.

"I picked up the recording pen in that dream."

Zhuang Die seemed to know what he was thinking, and suddenly said, "So it's not boring at all."

Ling Su paused for a moment, and stopped talking.

He raised his hand, lightly grasped those soft little wool rolls, and met Zhuang Die's eyes.

Teacher Xiaozhuang taught the children to be honest every day. When he looked at him like this, his eyelashes twinkled guiltily, and he lowered his head and honestly admitted: "I should have left the recorder behind."

Zhuang Die can't remember the situation at that time... He was gradually drowning in that dream at that time, and he was constantly increasing his control over that dream.

Perhaps it was a thought that he couldn't hold back. When he sent Ling Su out of the dream, he subconsciously left the key to their house.

"This story tells us." Little Curly concluded in a low voice hotly, "There are two keys to the house..."

Ling Su said dumbly, "I didn't mean to ask this."

...Knowing that the recording pen was left to Zhuang Die, his reaction was only rejoicing.

Zhuang Die blinked and raised his head suspiciously.

He couldn't hold back the story told by the captain several times just now, and calmly and quietly wiped off the transparent saline solution on Ling Su's collar, and he couldn't find any unfinished details in it.

"You." Ling Su was a little helpless, and lowered his head to touch his forehead, "Mr. Xiaozhuang, how did you come to reality?"

After their cocoon automatically obtained administrator privileges due to the mutation of the dream, it is not surprising that Zhuang Die can have "existence" itself as long as he comes to the reality they are currently in.

But after they were separated in that nightmare from the world, they never saw each other until they reunited.

Ling Su couldn't help himself not to think about how Zhuang Die became the dreamer of that dream alone.

The little curly-haired teacher is usually most afraid of scary things, even those naughty juvenile conscious bodies floating around in sheets can scare him out with a baseball bat... How did one person take charge of that gloomy and terrifying scene? nightmare.

How did Zhuang Die completely strip that dream from the realm of the dead, and let the world on the other side completely return to normal, while he sank into the huge gap of nothingness between the worlds.

In that empty space, what did Zhuang Die do.

On the day when the dream mutated, Cocoon gained administrator privileges, and Zhuang Die's consciousness would also awaken the concept of "I" at the same time.

What kind of loneliness should a clear "I" be trapped in an infinitely vague blank space.

How did he search for countless places, finally found the small advertisements and guide signs, and found the exit...

All thoughts stopped in the kiss that fell suddenly.

Zhuang Die was worried about his body, so instead of letting go of Nao as before, he just stretched out his hand to fix Ling Su's body, and kissed his eyes little by little.

Zhuang Die used this touch to confirm and perceive his existence... like kissing the softest petals and thorns of that yellow rose, while swallowing the sweet and cold dew and the salty hot blood.

"I did find a lot of clues in my dream."

Zhuang Die thought for a while: "Maybe there is a way to solve the current problem. You don't need to flee with the world, you don't need to build another ark..."

"These are very important." Ling Su said softly, "But Mr. Curly, that's not what I want to know."

Ling Su opened his eyes.

Probably because it was too late to sort out his emotions calmly and calmly like every time, at a certain moment, Zhuang Die saw trembling pain, lingering fear and bloody scars in his eyes.

Zhuang Die suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

It's probably because since he recovered his memory, he kept throwing down one thing after another, and most of his energy was focused on Ling Su's injury... Zhuang Die didn't have time to sort out his emotions yet.

While realizing this, Zhuang Die found that his reaction was exactly the same as his cocoon.

He wanted to hug Ling Su desperately, and wanted to tell the other party that everything was not his fault, and of course it was not his own fault.It's just a blip of a super cool adventure, and sooner or later they're going to get back to each other and go home together, hand in hand.

But he also wanted to rampage in Ling Su's consciousness, and wanted to turn all the unspeakable long wandering and searching into unreasonable grievances.

He wanted to sue Ling Su, the little memory he left was swallowed up by that broken space bit by bit, and even the recording pen's voice became more and more blurred because of listening to it too many times.

He originally told himself over and over again that he would immediately go to Ling Su as soon as he returned to reality, but even this futile repetition eventually turned into a blank in the nothingness that lost the definition of time.

He looked at his memory like a notebook that was coldly thrown into the water. Those handwritings could not be stopped from slowly melting and blurring, turning into unrecognizable ink marks, and then even the carefully hidden traces slowly weathered and disappeared. .

During this process, he would gradually become less sad, because he no longer remembered why he was sad...he just remembered the last thing.

……

Ling Su suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly into his arms.

Zhuang Die reflexively wanted to protect his wound, but that hand was firmly held.

Ling Su himself is very measured, he knows that this is the wound that the little curly teacher has finally stared at to heal, and strictly avoids the muscle group that involves the left shoulder when exerting force.

He opened a waking dream, and let all Zhuang Die's unspeakable thoughts pour into him violently, their chests heaved rapidly, falling and meeting trembling kisses.

This trembling, desperate embrace and kiss must have contained countless other, more complex meanings.

For example, the guilt and pain that came too late, such as the strong obsession that you want to engrave, such as a home that only two people can return to, a dream that only two people can dream together.

For example, although it is not suitable to memorize poems at this time...But there are countless times, Ling Su looked at Zhuang Die's back, and wanted to remind him to look up, the collection of poems by Jorge Luis Borges on the shelf .

"I give you the core of myself that I have managed to preserve."

"Don't make sentences with words, don't trade with dreams, don't be touched by time, joy and adversity."

"I give you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born."

"I give you your own interpretations, your own theories, your own true and amazing news."

……

"I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never believed."

Zhuang Die buried himself in Ling Su's arms unceremoniously, and wiped away all tears on Ling Su's collar.

They were tightly pressed against each other's chests, and the fierce heartbeat almost pierced through the chest and jumped into the other.

"I just fell asleep...Captain, this dream is a bit long."

"I remember the last thing."

Zhuang Die raised his face.

He looked at Ling Su, his pure black eyes washed by water were bent again, the thin ice had disappeared without a trace, reflecting Ling Su's shadow unobstructed.

"Don't dream of you, don't open your eyes."