darling, listen to me

Dear, you listen to my explanation Author: Little Minister

"I'm really not a scumbag." Gu Yun sat in the corner and sincerely explained to his beauty,

"From a philosophical point of view, all these are inevitable cognitive errors caused by highly accidental coincidences... I agree with Socrates on this point, eh, eh, don't do anything if you have something to say... ...."

[1.Chapter 1 Dream World]

At the beginning of the night, the standard indoor tennis court of Fuxing Building.

The floodlights illuminated the court as bright as day, and two high school students, a man and a woman, stood at both ends of the court.

The boy holding the ball glanced diagonally at the girl in a tennis uniform wearing a T-shirt and short skirt, and then threw the tennis ball vertically into the air with his left hand.

When the lemon-colored tennis ball began to fall, he lightly stood on tiptoe, showing a standard diving posture with his body slightly sideways, and at the same time swung his right hand to hit the tennis ball heavily.

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by a heavy muffled sound, the tennis ball flew towards the opposite corner like a bullet, and precisely landed within the effective area about two meters away from the girl.

The girl's black jewel-like pupils narrowed slightly, her well-proportioned body leaned forward nimbly, her tight and slender legs suddenly took a step forward, and at the same time, her arms hit the ball with all her might.

But still one step slower.

The ball brushed against the edge of her racket.

Another ace!

The girl half-kneeled on the ground exhaustedly, her chest heaved up and down rhythmically, her white knees were already covered in bruises, and even traces of blood oozed out.

The jade-like pretty face was full of unwillingness, and the hair tied with the bun was also messed up. A few strands of blue hair stuck to the corners of the mouth with sweat, and there was a cold temperament in the mess.

Counting this round, she has stepped into the ranks of professional players, and she has been beaten for five consecutive rounds.

In this way, the boy is really a goddamn talent - facing such a beautiful girl, under the circumstance that his strength is completely crushed, he just refused to give up a ball, and even directly abused others to bleed, he can do such a thing There are few people in the world.

A vivid interpretation of what is meant by "struggle with strength, why let it go"?

Sure enough, single dogs are based on strength.

But what is gratifying is that this... this boy seems to have thought of something, finally put down his racket, walked up to the girl, and extended his hand to her with a smile and a very gentlemanly face.

Straight male conscience found out?Or comprehend the true meaning of the relationship between men and women?

Oh no, he was just showing a QR code on his phone.

"Transfer money."

He said to the girl lightly, his smile began to reveal poverty.

Only then did the girl remember that they had a bet before, and whoever lost would transfer 1000 yuan to the other party.

Even though they had only known each other for a day, they were already classmates after all, and they thought there was some affection after all... Unexpectedly, it was still a deal in the end.

This is a male student who has no feelings.

But the girl's pretty face did not reveal anything. The experience of professional competitions gave her a big heart, and a little embarrassment was not enough to destroy her calmness.

Scan the QR code to pay, she is willing to gamble and admit defeat.

After the boy collected the money, he was bored when looking at the girl again, so he left her exhausted and her knees were bruised, and walked towards the exit without emotion.

Obviously, this kind of person will not have a girlfriend, and even whether he has friends is debatable.

"Hey," the girl couldn't help but shouted at the back, "Are you also a professional golfer?"

The boy stopped in his tracks, paused for a second, and said, "It happened a long time ago."

"A long time ago? But you're about my age!"

"Well... in the dream... I probably, played tennis for 1000 years."

"Where is, where? Come tomorrow, let's gamble again!"

"I won't come, it's too tiring to earn your money."

Outside the door, there was a boy's lazy voice.

……

Gu Yun walked out of the arena, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked unhurriedly under the dim street lights, the orange street lights stretched his shadow very long.

The arms, waist and abdomen are already sore, and it turns out that my body is not suitable for such strenuous exercise.

However, since I stopped dreaming, after half a year of recuperation, my head no longer hurts, and my body and spirit are much better than before. It should be a quick thing to get back to normal.

He has been dreaming since he was five years old. Unlike ordinary people, each of his dreams is a complete life.

Now he already has two or three dreams every night. In the past ten years, he has had more than 1 dreams. In other words, that is more than 1 lives, and a survival history of tens of thousands of years.

It may be that the brain cannot carry such a large amount of memory. He has had headaches since he was six years old, and it has become more and more serious as time goes by.

In the first year of high school, he had developed to the point where he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams, and talked nonsense from time to time, so in the eyes of many people, he was a fool.

His father took him to see all the famous doctors at home and abroad over the years, not to mention that they didn't get any results, even the good factories were ruined, and he still owed a lot of debts.

Gu Yun originally thought that he would die young in the infinite switching between reality and dream, until half a year ago.

That day, the peach blossoms were young, the eyes were full of spring, and the girl was dressed in white and had a long sword.

There was no sound from the sword, the white sword was like a rainbow like a brocade, the cold light on the sword tip was as dazzling as the sun, and as gloomy as the moonlight...

That was his last dream.

……

Gu Yun flipped through his phone, and the 1000 yuan that the little girl had collected just now had already arrived in the account.

It wasn't too late, so he wondered if he should go somewhere to collect more money, or it would be pitiful for the old man to come to the door to lick his smiling face again if he didn't pay his second uncle's money next month.

In the opera "Peach Blossom Fan" created by Kong Shangren in the Qing Dynasty, there is a saying, "Seeing it rise up, see it feasting guests, and see it collapse." Gu Yun has heard it many times, and he has different feelings every time.

For him who has gone through thousands of generations, he has indeed seen countless times when buildings rise and fall, the glory and wealth, power and fame are nothing more than illusions that arise and disappear between closing and opening eyes, the so-called dream is nothing more than that.

So despite accumulating 10 years of experience and abilities, he will never work harder in his life.

Rather than expending energy to build a Zhulou that is bound to collapse, it is better to leisurely collect some wool and watch the wind and moon while others are downstairs.

Turning his dead fish eyes, he walked with a dull gaze as if mentally retarded, and passed a barbecue stand after a while.

At the booth, three young people were sitting around a small folding table. On the table was a rectangular iron plate with more than a dozen skewers of meat, ready to eat.