When I woke up, I found myself transformed into the mulberry tree at the entrance of the village. In the early summer morning light, the thick trunks of the trees are divided into umbrella-like branches, the green leaves sprinkle a piece of light and shadow, and the red fruits are full of crystals. This is my dream, to become a tree, to stand in eternity, to enjoy the tranquility alone.
I was stretching my waist and looking happily at the village, where I had lived for twenty years, and it was waking up. Then I smelled a creak of urine, followed by a deep, loud and urgent dog bark beneath my feet, a tiny dust that made me want to sneeze—yes, I was now a tree, at best shaking branches.
I lowered my head—it was a little hard, and there were two dogs in the light and shadow, one facing east and one facing west. I recognized that facing east was the flower that came to my house after Kuroko left, it loved to eat buns the most, it looked like a bun, and it basically didn't go out, and it was even too lazy to even call. It took a step forward, and then silently stepped back, standing steadily; I was not impressed by the west, I did not know what it was called. Only to see that its body is well-proportioned and muscular, its hair is shiny, it pulls its body to the longest, its front legs are slightly bent, it is angry, and it seems that it can jump in front of the other party at any time to fight (for the time being, call it Saihu).
I am a lover of peace, and I don't even want to see people quarreling. But since I am now a tree, I can't hide, so I might as well just see what's going on.
"Let's do it!" I was pleasantly surprised to find that I could understand them.
Suddenly, Sai Hu jumped to Hua Hua's side, used his right front leg directly to Put Hua Hua's neck, and took the opportunity to bite Hua Hua's neck, as if he wanted to throw it to the ground. Hua Hua is wide and fat, obviously suffers losses in speed, and it is estimated that he usually lacks exercise, and he can't help but swing up for a while, but after all, the weight is there, and he does not fall down easily.
Sai Hu was unfavorable and angry. Its hind legs clung to the ground and stood up, its front paws scratching at Huahua's face and head, and the roar that burst out of its throat pierced the tranquility of the morning and frightened me. Hua Hua was overwhelmed by Sai Hu's disorganized approach, and during the dodge, she fell down, and Sai Hu instantly rolled onto Hua Hua's body and punched, kicked and bit her mouth. Just when Sai Hu was overwhelmed, Hua Hua found an opportunity, cleverly used her advantage to suddenly turn over, and threw Kuroko off his body, and Kuroko did not steady and bumped into me, making a cry of pain.
I saw that Hua Hua's head was bleeding, and Sai Hu's legs were a little lame when he got up, which was really a lose-lose situation. I was pondering what deep hatred they had, and by the way, I waited to see the follow-up, who knew that these two had actually stopped the flag and stood next to the edge of the wooden pier next to me. Curiosity drove me to prick up my ears and open my eyes to listen carefully.
"Is it all right?" This is the sound of flowers.
"It's all right. What about you? Sai Hu held his eyes with particular disdain.
"I'm okay."
"You're still so competitive."
"You're still such a backwater."
"Desire doesn't need too much, the bun is good."
"Dreams can't be abandoned, and flesh and bones are attractive."
"Impulse is the devil."
"Reason is the most ruthless."
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"I always envy you."
"I'll be jealous of you occasionally."
"Let's just neutralize it."
"Haha, you are me, I am you."
Suddenly, the wind roared, I was trembling, dizzy, feeling that I was gradually floating up, and the words "You are me, I am you..."
I opened my eyes in confusion and found myself still lying on the bed, the sun had risen and sprinkled on me through the curtains. I think back to the dream I just had, is there really two souls living in this body? Unable to let go of the stubbornness in front of him, but longing for poetry and distant fields; enjoying stability while constantly pursuing; always trying to suppress the flesh and blood that emerge from time to time, and trying to convince himself that irrationality is the source of creative imagination and enthusiasm... Are people all balance beam masters, constantly fighting with another self, compromising, and striving to maintain balance and then move forward?
