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I haven't had a dream for a long time.

Waking up early in the morning again, Duan Zhanzhou opened his eyes, and the harsh sunlight came in, making his eyes hurt.

Since the jungle died, he has never dreamed again.It was as if the jungle was all his good dreams and bad dreams, taken away and nothing left.

In fact, that's fine, if he dreamed about it, what should he say to the jungle?Apologize, will the jungle forgive?Hug, will the jungle accept?

If not, then it is better not to meet.

Woke up in the morning and drank a glass of wine first.Then I heard the news that the Zhang family had collapsed and the mansion of the Zhang family had been sold.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Duan Zhanzhou put on his clothes and went to the sealed Zhang Family Manor.

The courtyard wall is no longer freshly painted, but mottled and peeling off.Duan Zhanzhou looked up at the empty wall, he couldn't remember what the little guy lying on the wall looked like back then, it was too dark that night.

that guy...

With little effort, Duan Zhanzhou climbed over the courtyard wall. On the other side is the place where Zhang Yaochen used to cultivate killers. Now it has been abandoned for many years, with dust everywhere, dirty and smelly.

This place is so small, Duan Zhanzhou had to bend slightly to avoid bumping his head when he entered the room.He went all the way to a small room where there were cobwebs and bats in the corners.He saw countless orthographic characters, large and small, written on the wall against which one of the beds was leaning.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and the handwriting became clearer.

It is the handwriting of the jungle.Did he grow up here, counting the days?There are pits stepped on by the jungle on the courtyard wall, how many times has he stood on the wall and peeped at himself?

So is this bed the one he slept on?

As soon as Duan Zhanzhou's big palm touched the edge of the bed, he felt the marks of potholes. He lowered his head and took a closer look. There were many densely packed small characters carved on the edge of the wood at the head of the bed.

He gives me cream.

He smiled.

His name is Duan Zhanzhou.

He has grown taller.

he……

It is detailed to the bone, just like a person's heart.

Duan Zhanzhou's hands were trembling, and he rubbed and rubbed those words, wishing that it was engraved on him.

"Idiot... how could there be such a stupid guy?" Duan Zhanzhou touched his forehead, his eye circles were red again, he complained a few words, but couldn't continue.

In the past six months, one of the things Duan Zhanzhou is best at is learning how to make cream cakes.He has never liked this kind of sweet and greasy Westerners, or will never understand, how could anyone like it.

But that guy just loves sweets.

Beating cream is really troublesome, boring and tiring, but now, Duan Zhanzhou already knows how much to beat to make it dense.

The invited Western chef will not despise him like a Chinese chef who is a big man learning this kind of thing, and ask him in broken Chinese: "Who are you... Who are you going to do it for?"

"Sweetie," Duan Zhanzhou framed flowers as if he was inlaid with gold on an antique, "I did something wrong, I hope he forgives me."

Western chefs like this kind of romantic story the most, and said with a gratified smile, "Oh, then you must decorate it nicely...let me find you some nice little candles."

After searching for a long time, he brought a box of candles over. Duan Zhanzhou also carefully selected for a while, and finally picked out a candle in the shape of a pine tree, and inserted it carefully.

The Western chef was very envious: "Your lover must be very happy."

happiness?

He didn't even enjoy a single day of happiness.

Xu Hang also satirized him, saying that the dead cannot see the useless things he does, and the living suffer for nothing.He also understands, but if he doesn't do these things, how can he survive these days?

Take today's dessert to the grave in the jungle, a piece of cake, cut in half, give one half to him, and keep the other half to yourself.

Duan Zhanzhou sat cross-legged in front of the tomb, took a bite of the cake, and said, "Today's sweet is just right, you probably like it."

He would always tell him everything: "Elder Brother and Xu Hang didn't know how they got it together, and they started to turn against each other when they got to this point. What kind of grievances are there, life is not important. Do you know? Even if you watch them interact with each other , tortured each other, I was so jealous. Because I... just tortured alone."

The sunset glow burned half the sky, the purple light shone on people, and the reeds swayed with the wind.

"The Zhang family is at the end of the road, and those who have harmed you will end up with nothing good. After all, I should be the next one." Duan Zhanzhou chewed, "Did you see your sister over there? She Will you blame me? Are you going to get together and complain about me? It doesn’t matter if you complain, or you can curse me more, it’s better to curse me, as long as you are happy.”

This cream cake seems to be too sweet, so sweet that it makes people want to cry.

Duan Zhanzhou ate too fast, coughed so much that he thumped his chest, and swallowed hard.After eating everything, his face was still stained with cream, and he smiled wryly: "I've already made a hundred cream cakes, don't be angry, can you entrust me with a dream?"

He sat for a long time and talked a lot. Before it was completely dark, Duan Zhanzhou got up and kissed the tombstone in the jungle: "I forgot to tell you, I'm going to fight, you wait for me."

That night, he actually dreamed about the jungle.

Amidst the smog, Jungle stood in the distance holding a gun, dressed in a simple and heroic style, when he saw Duan Zhanzhou, he smiled a little bit awkwardly and restrainedly.

He beckoned: "Come and see, the posture you taught me, do I like it?"

Duan Zhanzhou ran desperately, kept running, kept running, until he ran in front of the jungle, stretched out his hands, trying to hold his slender face.

The forest suddenly disappeared.

Dreams always wake up in the wrong place.

His hand grasped the air in vain: "I'm here..."

When he was in the well, he didn't tell a single lie. He really wanted the jungle, so he replaced Duan Yelin.After seeing too many life and death farewells, he somewhat hopes that there will always be a complete couple among the people around him.

The explosives exploded beside him, and in an instant, his body was shaken out of the well with devastating force, and his severed limbs and remains scattered in the air before falling into the mud.

On the verge of disappearing consciousness, the soul seemed to rush out of the body, and he could vaguely see the jungle slowly approaching him amidst the blazing fire.

Just like in the past, he waited for him at the door late at night with the same expression.

Duan Zhanzhou tried his best to reach the direction of the jungle, jungle, jungle... He was really afraid, afraid that the jungle would drift away from him, even if he went to the underworld, he would never see the jungle.

In hallucinations, before he died, he heard a sentence that could rest his soul in peace: "Yin Siquan Road, don't be afraid, I'm here to pick you up."