Chapter 193 Cold Right Arm

When the wonderful memories were about to become hate songs, Maodan felt the fear that he had not experienced several times in his life. He no longer wanted to continue the memories. When the memories arrived here, the kind of green memories and love with a little awkwardness had been filled with the heart of the hairy eggs, as if they were the sweetest. The spring water moistens the dry earth.

But Mao Dan knows that the memories must continue. He has not been himself for too long. He needs a little pain to stimulate himself to remember the meaning of living and the reasons for ending this mythical era. Things have developed to the last moment. We must not let our previous efforts go to waste because of a moment of wavering. We must... must persist. You can't pity others or yourself.

The dead grass in the hands of the hairy egg has been crushed into small fragments by him. He clapped his hands, threw the fragments into the night wind, and then gritted his teeth to force himself to continue these painful memories.

Just when I was intoxicated by the girl's beautiful words, I suddenly felt that my shoulders were shaken violently, and then the things around me: the girl, the carriage, the steed, and the spring of the Central Plains were all quickly pulled away like a phantom, and the coldness on my body was also relieved. My shoulders were still shaking violently. Finally, the scenery of the Central Plains was cleaned up, and there was only darkness left around me. In this darkness, I was at a loss.

"Open your eyes, open your eyes quickly." A muffled voice came, which sounded as if it was far away from me, but it was scary, like a thunderstorm in the middle of the day.

Open your eyes? Aren't my eyes open? If I didn't open my eyes, why didn't I see the darkness around me? And the spring color of the Central Plains just now. Wait, maybe the spring just now was not real. I really can't remember how I left the school city. Didn't I just refuse the girl's invitation and then climbed over the wall with a wet towel? Then I seemed to fall by the roadside because I was too tired. I'm sure I didn't walk out of the school city. So everything I saw just now is a dream, but this dream is a little too real.

But I then found a problem, that is, I knew it was a dream, but I couldn't wake up. The darkness around me oppressed me like clouds, making me almost unable to breathe. If I can't solve this situation, I will suffocate to death in my dream. Be sure to find a way to wake up, but there are no mountains or rivers around. I can't die in my dream, so how can I wake up in reality?

Yes, there is a way, you just need to be afraid in a dream. Nightmares can wake people up. But I am not afraid of black. In fact, black is the main color of Xuecheng. Black does not bring the shadow of death to Xuecheng. On the contrary, it is precisely because of the black of Xuecheng that it can stand for thousands of years. You know, things that are too bright are destined not to last long, and things that look simple can last forever.

So the darkness in front of me does not make me feel the slightest fear. On the contrary, it is a little kind.

The shaking of the shoulder stopped. It seems that the person who wanted me to wake up found that it didn't work. He was thinking about something else. In fact, the best way is to put some cold water on my face, but this is Xuecheng, the Xuecheng in the desert. The water is so luxurious. How can there be a kind-hearted person who wakes me up? The scarf on my waist probably can't squeeze out much water. What's more, I can't tell that there is a scarf on my waist that may be a little water. Although I can hear him, I can't convey my meaning to him.

Even when I thought about this, I found that I was not in an ordinary dream, but the knowledge of Xuecheng has never dabbled in how to crack this dream-like environment. After seriously thinking about what the teacher said in class, Nothing.

It seems that everything depends on myself. Fortunately, I found that although I couldn't wake up, my mind was very clear. Maybe this is what the teacher once said. Even people who are deeply unconscious may have their own independent consciousness. However, in the process of coma, this memory will quickly evaporate like water dripping on the slate under the midday sun, leaving no trace.

After the shaking stopped for a while, the cold feeling of the body hit again. It's still my right arm. What's going on? In the scene just now, because the girl is sitting on my right side and her body temperature is cold, my right arm is cold... No, I have been holding the girl's hand in the real world. Her body is warm. How can she become cold? Of course, this is a fantasy, and everything may be different. But this coldness is still preserved even after the fantasy is taken away, that is to say, this coldness is likely not to belong to the fantasy, so where does it come from?

I seriously thought about my memory in the real world again. Although I fell down on the roadside and fell asleep almost immediately, according to my habits, my body will naturally adjust to the usual sleeping position, and the sleeping position I am used to lying on the right side. This explains it. After all, I sleep on the roadside, and the road surface is not cold in the palm of my hand, but after lying for a long time, the cold must go deep into the bone marrow. What's more, my right arm is pressed, my blood is blocked, and my body temperature is also falling. After this cold feeling is enlarged, I feel that my whole body is cold.

That is to say, in this environment, you can feel the outside world through touch. This feeling does not have to be very heavy, similar to shaking your shoulders, but I can feel a little temperature. Since I have feelings, does that mean that I can control my body even in the fantasy, even if it's just some small movements? Try it. I tried my best to kick my legs in the dark, but then found that even if I was lying on the roadside, I was now kicking my legs, and my consciousness was buried in the fantasy, but it was imperceptible.

I need to find an action that I can prove myself... Then I can only use this right arm to make a deal. If I can turn over successfully, the cold feeling of my right arm will subside and my back will feel a little cold. This method can be used to complete the judgment.

When I came to this conclusion, I immediately began to implement it. I turned countless times in the darkness, but my right arm was still cold.