The boy is not a very good dreamer, but he often feels that his life is like a dream, beautiful but unreal. Especially at night, he always has strange dreams.26nbsp;
In a trance-like sleep, the boy wandered in an incredible sea of dreams. Under the blue sky, the clear sunlight shone on the boundless sea of clouds. The snow-white clouds seemed to have no boundaries, forming waves into a sea, rolling to the end of the sky;
The bright golden sunshine shines across the sea of clouds like a blessing from the gods. Compared with this magnificent picture, the eagles and birds that occasionally fly across the sky are as small as duckweeds in the sea.
There are many "vortex eyes" in the boundless sea of clouds. The nearby clouds are centered around the vortex eyes, spinning quickly or slowly. Some vortex eyes suddenly appear and then disappear, and some vortex eyes are dark and dark from time to time.
Flashes of lightning and thunder are dangerous areas that all living things avoid. However, there are also some vortex eyes that are like slow resting places of long rivers. The air flow is stable all year round, and white clouds surround them like static cotton. The flow of cloud vortices is slow or even imperceptible.
In such a slow-flowing cloud vortex, there is a mountain-like existence. In the center of the turbulent cloud flow is a small island covered with buildings and hills. The people on the island use magical magic weapons to make the island vacate.
It became a lonely village isolated from the world and lived in peace. It was a village that the young man was familiar with, and it was also the place where he had grown up in the past fourteen years.
Familiar scenery and vast scenery, when you can wander in the sky like a bird and overlook these things in your dreams, the feeling is really indescribably wonderful, but every time you come here, the young man will feel a little sleepy.
'Confused', that is... No matter how he recalled it, he could not remember his own name.
Since I became sensible, many beautiful memories have taken place in this small village. This small world is everything the young man has.
In this village, I live an ordinary and fulfilling life every day. I run and play in the fields, play with the birds in the woods, and occasionally play horseback riding and fighting games with my companions. I am accompanied by laughter every day.
In this village, he likes to listen to the stories of the outside world told by the older grandfathers and uncles, especially the stories about the holy war between good and evil more than ten years ago. Those grandfathers and uncles who participated in the Taiping Army talked about their former ideals and martial arts, which made the young man
I spent the entire afternoon immersed in inexplicable imagination.
In this village, a major event happened that made him make his lifelong ambition. From then on, the young man studied hard in school, hoping to become a doctor one day and save many, many people by his own strength.
In this village...
As usual in his dream, looking down at the sea of clouds and the sky, the young man's memories flowed back quickly, and countless past events flashed through his mind. But this time, contrary to usual, he had a strange idea.
(Ah! I have determined to be a doctor since I was a child, and I also like to listen to my elders telling stories about the Taiping Army. Then I...then I have become...)
Thousands of thoughts came to him, and the young man's consciousness suddenly became confused. The feeling of flying in the air suddenly disappeared, and he fell involuntarily at high speed, passing through the layers of waves in the cloud vortex, and the wind roared crazily in his ears.
A familiar roof in front of him suddenly got closer and closer. When a violent vibration was transmitted directly to his brain, the young man's eyes suddenly went dark and he couldn't see anything. There was only a loud and noisy voice, like a trumpet.