Lying in the room, Zhao Cheng thought of Zhao Xiaoxiang and felt a little confused. In fact, his grades were pretty good earlier, otherwise he would not have been admitted to Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.
However, when Zhao Xiaoxiang suddenly developed a strange illness and was told by the doctor that Zhao Xiaoxiang would not live long, his mentality collapsed.
In fact, it can't be considered a collapse, but rather, I suddenly feel that living a regular life is meaningless. People are going to die after all, so it's better to do more of what you want to do.
And does he like to study?!
Of course he doesn't like it. He used to force himself to learn
I have to practice, so my grades are okay. Once I figure it out later, I won’t force it anymore.
Indeed, many people say that if you don’t study hard now, you will regret it in the future, but the prerequisite for regret is that you must have a future.
In the past, he also ridiculed people who were drunk now, feeling that they were too decadent. But now, every day is the most important.
Just like Zhao Xiaoxiang, before she fell ill, everyone thought she would have a bright future because she was a true genius, could learn everything very quickly, and her grades were consistently at the top of her grade all year round.
As for his own personality, he will also be cheerful, lively and strong, and good-looking, a standard template for a winner in life.
But what now?!
She was in the middle of her studies, even going out was a problem, and she was so thin that she looked out of shape. Although she still remained optimistic, how could she really be happy in this situation...
Sometimes, he really hopes that the people in those stories
Superpowers, those supermen are real, so maybe Zhao Xiaoxiang's disease can be cured.
But the reality is that this is an ordinary world. There are powerful weapons that can even destroy a city with one blow. There are also genetic technologies that have eliminated many diseases, but there are no results for things like the spirit.
Indeed, science has proven that spirit does exist, classifying it as the information state of life, but it only recognizes its existence. If we really want to achieve results, it cannot be so fast.
In fact, Zhao Xiaoxiang's disease is not unique. It has been recorded in recent decades. There are many people suffering from this disease. The reason why not many people know about it is because the world is too big and there are too many people.
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Zhao Cheng thought of Zhao Xiaoxiang's paintings again. If he could be like Zhao Xiaoxiang in his dream, this problem would definitely not be a problem for him.
Unfortunately, dreams are just dreams after all.
He didn't know how many times he had dreamed of a happy family, but the reality was that an important member of the family might leave at any time.
Zhao Cheng didn't know what his future life would be like if Zhao Xiaoxiang disappeared.
He didn't dare to imagine it in detail. He just thought that he would be very sad. He didn't dare to think about how sad it would be.
If only there were miracles in the world...
Thinking in his mind, Zhao Cheng fell asleep in a daze.
In the middle of the night, Zhao Cheng suddenly felt a chill and smelled a rotten smell.
At the same time, the world suddenly went quiet before he went to sleep
When he woke up in the middle of the night, even though he was separated by walls and glass, he could still hear the faint sound of car engines coming from outside, as well as the sounds of people who stayed up late at night, drank outside, and then went home and acted drunkenly.
Of course, the latter is a small probability event, but the former is the norm.
Zhao Cheng felt something was wrong, it was too quiet!
Then, he wondered if he was dreaming.
But gradually, he heard a rustling sound, which seemed to be insects crawling and biting in the wall.
But how is this possible?!
Not to mention that this community was built less than ten years ago. The most important thing is that Zhao's mother is a mysophobic person. Not to mention bugs in the house, there is not even a trace of dust in the corner.
Furthermore, he felt that something was wrong with the quilt on his body.
He tried to open his eyes slowly. The room was very dark, abnormally dark, and more importantly, he still didn't know why.
At that time, the door of his room was opened a crack, and the coolness he felt came from the crack in the door.
With a little glimmer of light, he saw the old bedding on his body, and the smell of decay came from above.
Am I dreaming?!
Zhao Cheng couldn't help but have this idea.
He tried to turn on the light, but found that the light could not be turned on at all. It seemed that there was a power outage.
He picked up his phone, turned on the screen, and used it to illuminate it, but he was shocked to find that his screen saver had turned into a bloody skull.
And following his gaze, the skull suddenly grew larger, as if it was about to jump out of the phone screen, and then, many large skulls appeared.
The big bloody word "death" appeared on the mobile phone.
"ah!"
Zhao Cheng was so frightened that he threw the phone away reflexively, but then he realized that the phone was very expensive, and if it broke, it would be a big problem.
And at this moment, through the light on the mobile phone screen, Zhao Cheng finally saw clearly the scene behind the crack in the door, which was about a palm wide. There, the thin Zhao Xiaoxiang was standing quietly at the door. , seemed to be holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and his eyes turned out to be red under the light of the mobile phone.
Then, Zhao Xiaoxiang teleported directly in front of Zhao Cheng at an incredible speed. Zhao Cheng actually smelled the strong smell of blood, and then came the cold blade.
Buzz!
Zhao Cheng jumped up from the bed, his head was still buzzing, and his heart was beating extremely violently.
The room was very bright at the moment, the sun had risen, and there were faint noises coming from outside. All of this undoubtedly proved that he was living in the dimension called reality at the moment.
"Is this a dream..."
"Even this dream feels so real..."
Zhao Cheng murmured, feeling lingering fear.
He looked at his arm and saw that it was intact. In the dream, Zhao Xiaoxiang first cut his throat with a knife and then dismembered him.
Seeing his complete self, Zhao Cheng felt that he must have thought too much.
Finally, there was a knock on the door, breaking Zhao Cheng's contemplation.
It was Zhao's mother who prepared breakfast and asked Zhao Cheng to eat it.
Breakfast is very simple, toast, oatmeal, poached eggs,
There is also a bag of fresh milk...
At this point, Zhao's father had already served the food, but Zhao Xiaoxiang was still sleeping. Because of her mental weakness, she had to sleep for more than fourteen hours every day and had very little time for activity.
When Zhao Xiaoxiang was not present, the atmosphere at home was very gloomy.
Before Zhao Xiaoxiang fell ill, the atmosphere at home was not like this. At that time, Zhao's father always irritated Zhao Cheng, saying that he, as an elder brother, was not even as good as his own sister, and then Zhao's mother was there to smooth things over.
Zhao Xiaoxiang, on the other hand, usually doesn't speak, and just gives Zhao Cheng an arrogant look, as if to say, look at you, you are a weakling...
After that, Zhao Cheng went to school as usual. Today is already Thursday, and the next three days will be holidays.
During this day, because of last night's dream, Zhao Cheng spent less time looking at Belvia.
However, he didn't take that dream too seriously.
Until, he woke up in the middle of the night and was shocked to find that the dream was coming again...
