I was trapped in a dream, I couldn't help myself, my consciousness was clear, but my body was incomparably loyal to this dream.
In the dream, I was a 16-year-old young girl and an 8-year-old brother.
My parents poured all their love into my brother, and I was a transparent person because I was an ominous person.
I hardly had any friends, and no one dared to confront me because my parents were the most powerful people in the world.
Although my parents were particularly cold to me, they could not tolerate the neglect of me by others.
I have a lot of servants around me who take care of my living, and even I live an ordinary life.
When I was a student at the university, I had a residence that belonged to me.
It is built on a hillside on campus and is surrounded by spacious ramps and lush vegetation.
Although I lived with the servants, we didn't have a fire where we lived.
In order to facilitate my meals, the school opened an open-air canteen under the hillside.
The cooked meals are laid out on insulated brackets and lined up, somewhat resembling a buffet.
The tall ceiling obscures the bright and dangling sun, and the scenery is also a scenery under the blue sky and white clouds.
At lunchtime, I carried a white porcelain bowl and walked down to the lively open-air canteen.
Beside me, in addition to the front, there were eight people following me to the left and right.
The students who were happily serving their meals all stopped their movements and looked in my direction.
There are many people playing buffets, and a short line is lining up relentlessly.
I strode over, and the worms in my stomach began to stir.
The youthful boys and girls stared at me and involuntarily gave way to a path.
"Cuckoo," my stomach cried out indisputably.
Originally, I didn't want to be special, and I stood behind the team that still existed tenaciously.
But as soon as I was at the back of the line, the dozen or so people in front of me spontaneously inserted themselves into the crowd, making room for me a wide avenue.
Forget it, it wasn't me who wanted them to disperse, I walked toward the fragrant meal, and the 8 servants formed a circle, separating them from the circle.
The young boys and girls began to exchange heads and ears, and even a few of the girls rolled their eyes at my back.
I walked over calmly, pretending not to hear their chatter.
Picking up a few dishes that I loved to eat and beating a spoonful of white rice, I took my own white porcelain bowl and exited the crowded area.
A few meters away from the open-air canteen, I stood on the slope and stopped.
Turning around, I looked at the open-air canteen in front of me and returned to its former liveliness.
"Grunt," the hungry stomach roared again.
I couldn't resist taking a golden dangling spoon from a chubby servant.
Braised dried bamboo shoots, I scooped a piece of braised meat into my mouth.
The braised pork has the fragrance of bamboo shoots, it is soft and hard to chew, and a small amount of oil juice ripples in my mouth.
wow! It was so delicious!
I chewed a few times, swallowed the meat, scooped up a spoonful of bamboo shoots, and put it in my mouth.
Well! delicious! It was delicious!
Just as I was about to scoop another spoonful, the light projected in the white porcelain bowl disappeared, and a shadow hung over my whole body.
Subconsciously, I looked up at the sky above my head.
A cloud of black air floated right above my head, and only where I stood was dark, while the rest of the place was bright.
The brightness of the sun and the obscurity of the black clouds formed a sharp contrast, and all the people invariably stopped the movement of their hands and looked in my direction like fools.
And I looked up at the sky in a daze, and I couldn't help but think of the prophecy that had been mentioned many times.
When I was born, there was an old god stick with a white beard who made a prediction about my life.
He said, "This woman is a calamity star who has had two ups and downs in her life. One was when he was two years old, and the other was when he was sixteen. The difficulties of two years old are easy to pass, and they need to be cared for by their parents. But the difficulty of sixteen years old affects the fortunes of the entire country. ”
I heard that the old man became more and more energetic the more he spoke, as if he were crazy, waving his hands and shouting loudly: "From two to sixteen years old, the closest relatives should not care too much for her, and it is best to stay away from her." Especially when the calamity of the sixteen-year-old comes, the closest relatives must not come near her, otherwise it will affect the appearance of the people who are related. If the person who has a relationship does not appear, then her soul will be scattered, the country will not be a country, the people will not talk about life, remember! Remember! ”
Then, in full view of everyone, the old god stick that shook his head suddenly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, which also made the people led by my parents believe this prophecy even more.
So, from the age of two to the age of sixteen, I kept this prophecy and lived a life where my parents were there but I didn't feel loved.
When this prophecy was fulfilled, I actually had a feeling of relief.
Just as I was about to close my eyes, several men and women rushed from a distance, trying to get close to me, but were stopped by the servants beside me.
Two beautiful aunts, three handsome uncles, they stared at me with worried faces, trying to rush over to block the shadows that fell on me for me.
I looked behind them, and apart from the many servants who had run after them, I did not see my parents who had not been seen for a long time.
Before, I could at least look at them from a distance, but now, for the sake of this so-called prophecy, they can avoid me.
It seems that my life and death do not matter.
I closed my eyes in disappointment, and an inexplicable and inexplicable force fell on me.
I was instantly bounced into the air, and my ears heard a heart-rending cry: "Aiyi——, don't want it-".
The mixed male and female highs came over, and it must have been the shouts of the uncles and aunts below.
My eyes were closed, but I felt a pure, transparent light slowly melt into my body.
My soul began to tear back and forth between the two worlds, and I listened to the voices from both worlds, one in the real world and the other in the dream world.
Hard, I began to struggle to wake up because I knew I was dreaming.
However, I also clearly understood that the world in the dream was also real.
If there is no one who has a fate, the me in the dream and the me in reality will disappear, because we share a divine consciousness.
The dream is in me, the dream is destroyed and I die.
I suddenly seemed to be enlightened, and I understood the rules of the game of the whole world:
Every me who lives in a parallel world shares a divine consciousness. When the Divine Consciousness dies, I will cease to exist in every parallel world.
I suddenly became a little frightened, and struggled fiercely again and again, but I could not get rid of the transparent light.
Slowly, my divine consciousness became more and more transparent, and it could disappear between heaven and earth at any time.
"Touch!"
I heard a loud bang from the slamming of the door open, and a crisp and cheerful sound rang out.
"Mommy, it's half past three, so hurry up."
"Mommy, Daddy said it's half past three, get up, you're going to work."
A pair of soft little hands shook my body back and forth, my consciousness was shaking violently, and the transparent light peeled away from my consciousness little by little.
"Mommy", my son pushed me again, and I woke up suddenly.
"Hey! Baby. ”
My voice was a little hoarse, and my whole body was soft and soft, without a little strength.
"Zach, I love you!"
I struggled to sit up and hugged my son.
His small body was like a warm sun, warming my chest.
"Mommy, I love you too!"
Oh, he kissed me on the cheek.
The wet touch on my cheeks gave me the illusion of the rest of my life.
The person in the dream, my son, I found it incredible.
But what could explain such a dream?
Luck is a blessing, maybe my blessing will be better in the future!
Because this dream was continued, in the sequel, I survived the disaster, and my parents, who hid in the corner and cried bitterly, gave me unexpected love.
Love hurts! Endure the pain! Patience is exchanged for the rebirth of a child.
As a parent, you are always selflessly giving, not asking for returns, only for the well-being of your children.
The stars and moons have passed away, and the mountains and rivers are there, and the heavens and the earth still exist for years. I am Wu Xi Lemon, a person who records life with heart, like my articles remember to like, collect or follow, thank you! ）