As night falls, lights are on, and a fun and fun class reunion is coming to an end.

At the entrance of a luxurious and luxurious hotel, a large group of men and women laughed and hugged, and they were rushing out with their arms around. Wu Chen fell to the end and heard someone say he was going to take a sauna, and some say he was going to a bar, and he felt an abnormal headache.

As soon as he walked out of the hotel, the cold wind blew, and the drunkenness came. The laughter and joy around him suddenly quarreled like a thousand ducks screaming in his ears, making him not want to stay too long for a second. He was so pretentious that he could not bear the alcohol, but staggeredly stopped a taxi without caring about his "sincerity" retention, and waved goodbye as if he was cool.

As soon as Wu Chen left, there were a few people who were "unbearable to drink" like Wu Chen. The atmosphere suddenly became a bit cold. No need to watch. These people were definitely not doing well and were the guys who had been in the background all night.

Nowadays, people who are rich and powerful and have a very proud life are eager to hold class reunions every day, while those who are more depressed are afraid of meeting at class reunions and not only mentally destruction, but also as a relatively prop for the proud classmates to show off their wealth. It tastes sour, bitter, spicy and salty, so don't mention it.

Just like Wu Chen, he was so proud of his glory on campus, Ying was handsome and well-known. The "spinach in autumn" of the girl Huaichun really received a lot. Look at it now, she has passed thirty years and has achieved nothing, no house, no car, no wife, no savings. The years of time have destroyed Yingting's figure and handsome appearance.

He weighs 188, has a three-layer chin, a thick neck, a general's belly, a vicissitudes of life, a short-lived and timid heart!

It is conceivable that he endured the attention and torment he suffered at the dinner just now.

It was not a class reunion, a marvel meeting, a sympathy meeting, and a criticism meeting of self-questioning!

Anyway, he finally escaped now.

In the taxi, away from the complex sight of smugness, sympathy and exploration, Wu Chen relaxed his spirit and smiled all night, and the muscles on his face became a little stiff. He rubbed his face hard, and finally smoothed the stiff smile. Then he felt a little nauseous and uncomfortable, covering his mouth and retching for a few times. The taxi driver turned his head in fear and glared several times as if warning.

"Where are you going?"

The driver asked.

"The Sixth Cotton Spinning Community..."

Wu Chen's lazily answered.

His head was leaning against the car window, and his drunken eyes were blurred as he looked at the bright lights and wine outside the window.

The unrestrained and carefree life of my youth seemed to have happened yesterday, and in a blink of an eye, one in the sky and one in the ground.

OK, it's okay not to say it.

Taxis drove unobstructed to an old city in Xiangcheng City. Rows of old buildings from the 1970s and 1980s came to the face. Construction sites everywhere were filled with half-demolished buildings and construction waste. An invisible boundary suddenly separated the magnificence and old decay.

The contrast is so strong, as if it is implying that Wu Chen. At this time, he is like this building community that is about to be eliminated. He has made no progress for so many years, and most people and things, including this city, have already stepped forward for a long time, for a long time...

Getting out of the taxi and bypassing a construction site, he walked into a dark and narrow alley.

I don’t know if the street lights have been broken or the power supply has been stopped. The shops on both sides have either moved away or closed down. There are even fewer pedestrians, and the environment and atmosphere are quite like shooting horror movies.

Another cool breeze blew, and Wu Chen's stomach was so upset that he felt uncomfortable. He was in a split headache. He quickly held a telephone pole and started to retching.

On the ground, the fluorescence emitted from the gaps between several pebbles attracted his attention. He squatted down and pulled it twice. The size of a fist, the irregular and translucent "stone" emitted a halo, which was very eye-catching in the dim environment. Wu Chen picked it up curiously and took it to his eyes for a look.

The tentacles are warm, smooth and delicate, and the weight is very light...

After watching it for a while, he lost interest. Wu Chen stuffed it into his suit pocket, held the wall and walked out of the alley, and returned to his home in a row.

The top floor of the fifth floor, one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, more than 40 square meters, a balcony-changing kitchen, 400 oceans per month is his home in this city, a single dog, and everyone knows how the environment is, it is as messy as some of the construction sites outside.

He walked to the bedroom with a bang, and fell to the bed regardless of his slumber. However, he twisted his body left and right and was very uncomfortable. He mumbled and took out the stone he had picked out from his suit's pocket and put it in front of him in a daze.

The tentacles were originally warm, but now they became very cool. The translucent texture now became gray and inconspicuous, and there was no fluorescent scattering anymore, just like an ordinary stone. However, the coolness made his body and mind slightly retreat. Wu Chen put it on his forehead casually, and with a comfortable sound, his eyes closed, and soon he lost consciousness...

In a hazy state, it seems like sleeping but not sleeping, Wu Chen only felt very strange. He did not have the heartbeat of drunkenness, chest tightness and shortness of breath, but a sense of stalling from falling from a high altitude. There seemed to be a huge suction under his body to pull him down and fall down. The time was getting longer and longer, and the speed was getting faster and faster. When this feeling reached a point, "boom~~", then there was silence. He only felt his whole body lightening, as if he had taken off a thousand pounds of burden, as if he had jumped out of a heavy cage, and the feeling of falling at high speed disappeared. A floating ease made him rise and rise...

This vast rise lasted for no reason until he felt that he had clearly touched a boundary. After a brief stagnation, he seemed to jump out of the water from the bottom of the water, and also from one world to another.

The sound of wind and water, the heavy and tense breathing of many people...

A strange and ethereal voice came from the distant sky, and had never heard of language and tone.

"This dream is really strange."

This thought flashed through his consciousness, and another huge attraction pulled him out of his ecstasy state from below. He turned dizzyly and felt like he was stuffed into a heavy cage again, as if he was wearing an extremely thick "clothing". These discomforts were fleeting. Soon, he felt his body, limbs, the strange language and tone of speech became loud in his ears, and even the skin on his face felt the airflow that the other party vomited...

"Don't make a noise~~"

Wu Chen waved his hand and barely opened his eyes.

"...Figo, Figo, wake up, stand up quickly, the Lord will hang you, I promise!"
Chapter completed!