Chapter 200 Strange Dream

Hearing the sound of the rustling wind and feeling someone blowing a breath of youthful girly fragrance on his face, He Ming woke up with a smile.

In his dreams he is omniscient and omnipotent. He knew that he appeared when he was 13 years old. He was just in the first grade of junior high school. It seemed that everything had not started, and it seemed that everything had started inadvertently.

"Wake up!"

"En." He Ming responded, opened his eyes, and a lively young girl smiled at him and ruffled his hair playfully. Of course it was his second sister, He Fang.

After getting dressed, I saw Mama He teasing a thrush again. He Ming saw that it was an old thrush at home.

This thrush came to the family when she was in primary school, but she is very old now and will die suddenly in a year. Otherwise, rhubarb would not appear and start its domineering life.

Father He was still sleeping, and the state-run workers had nothing to do all day long, only drinking and playing cards. In the evening, I often go to listen to opera together with others, or drink and think about life from 45 angles.

The quiet elder sister He Bing got up early and was waiting for him to go to school together.

Because he was only a freshman at this time, and he hadn't escaped from the situation where elementary school students needed two beautiful sisters to escort him every day.

Huaxia students in this world are very happy. The school start time is 8:30, and their studies are very easy, so He Ming usually wakes up at 8 o'clock. He only spent five minutes brushing his teeth and washing his face to drive away his drowsiness, and then walked out of the house facing the bright sunshine, walking casually in the familiar and unfamiliar neighborhood.

But the way he walks, he has a cynical temperament, that kind of domineering, unrestrained and extraordinary. Because the soul of this young man is a man whose body and soul are both immortal life level and endlessly rich.

So, the second sister, He Fang, who was holding his hand, suddenly said, "Brother, you seem to have changed? Hmm, you look like a handsome young man."

"Hehe." He Ming smiled, but he didn't explain it. He knew it was all a dream.

The surrounding scenery, and the loved ones in front of him, are so clear, definitely because his immortal organs are perfect and well developed. So the dreams of mortals are vague, but the dreams of the strong are very real.

Besides, He Ming knows what's going on, it's very likely that he sucked too many soul gold coins, and upgraded to the immortal level in less than seven or eight hours, that is, one turn.

The thirsty soul was so satisfied that it finally needed rest and digestion, so it went to sleep. Naturally, because of this satisfaction, dreams are born.

It was all a dream, and it all happened inadvertently according to his subconscious mind.

If he shows a chic temperament, then there is a subconscious mind, am I handsome? So naturally, the second sister played a trick.

This is a reaction under the influence of vanity, not to mention that He Ming's personality is very vain, and he is very happy. But he didn't need to explain to the person in his dream that this was an idiot's behavior.

Sure enough, the second sister seemed to have selectively forgotten this question, and the three of them went to school in a dream composed of light and shadow.

He Ming smiled slightly, as expected, if it is realistic. At that time, if he didn't answer the second sister's question, he would definitely be whipped.

"No, I shouldn't be thinking about this kind of question."

He Ming thought depressingly, sure enough, the second sister He Fang immediately took action because of his thoughts, "Okay, don't you dare not answer my question? I'm going to beat you hard." Sure enough, her face was pinched again for a while.

He Ming directly appeared in his favorite breakfast shop, and in front of him was the never-tired beef noodle. The dream is as clear as reality, but it has no taste or real touch.

He and his two older sisters love the 2 yuan bowl of beef noodle. He ate a bowl, and the two sisters ate a bowl with small appetites. The boss is kind, and there must be a small bowl full of beef offal in a large bowl of noodles.

This is the most satisfying memory in He Ming's memory, and he never forgets it when he went to college. He is strong because of high-intensity exercise, and at the same time must be because of very rich nutrition,

Including the beef noodles that I eat every day.

Real though the dream of the Immortal is, it remains a dream, a sweet dream, served only for his emotional pleasure. So in a blink of an eye, He Ming finished eating the beef noodle, without knowing whether he had paid for it or not, he passed through seven or eight streets directly, and the scenery he passed was not careful, maybe he never cared about it.

Those common people in life, those old people who play chess, play birds, sing opera and play Tai Chi on the way to school, seem to have become a very faint shadow.

. Maybe in reality they are no longer there, but in He Ming's dream, everything is to serve his mood, so they appear again, mostly just to move.

Appeared directly in the classroom, as noisy as in memory, with classmates talking everywhere. The dream perfectly replicated his memory, and it was clear to the expressions on the faces of every kid.

He Ming's position is in the middle of the classroom, which is a good position, mainly because he is a dangerous person, the teacher must keep an eye on him.

Smiling, went straight to sit on the chair, looked left and right. This dream is unimaginably real, even more real than the dream specially created by abusing Ondori. Maybe it was caused by sucking soul gold coins and making the soul immortal?

The past events many years ago turned into very real dreams, unfolding before my eyes one by one.

He Ming's gaze was quiet, and a feeling was born in his heart. These past events will never come back. This is the golden age of his life. The best beginning is always only once.

And at such a moving moment, for mortals, the environment begins to blur, which means that the dream is gradually coming to an end.

Because his excited mood could not sustain a sweet dream, so precious emotion could not enjoy a moment.

But for He Ming, he can dream as far as he wants and what happens.

Including Zhou Qingyun who appeared in the dream and he didn't know until many years later. She was his new teacher, wearing a tight uniform, making her perfect figure look very seductive, and then called him to the office.

Of course there will be no one, and then she said that he is her husband after many years. And then he immediately...you get the idea.

But He Ming will not destroy this precious and natural dream. The first day of junior high school is his golden age, the last time of innocence, the childishness and impulsiveness in human nature have not receded at all, everything is ignorant, and there is no deep scheming later.

He Ming believes that he will go to school next, then after school, and then go home to drink a glass of water, wake up from this dream, and relive the precious time many years ago. But things never went that way.

Suddenly, someone whispered in my ear: "He Ming." That voice was full of joy and longing, so it sounded softly like thunder, as if after a long time, she was infatuated with him like a butterfly yelled.

He Ming turned his head, his smile changed slightly. A girl appeared at the empty seat at the same table.

She has a fair face like a crescent moon, and bright eyes like stars. The eyes are passionate and unrestrained, the eyes that only couples have when they look at their lovers.

"Lu Wenjing?" He Ming regained his relaxed expression. For his beautiful tablemate, because he used to be so close, he was almost obedient to him, making others envious and jealous. And he never understood at the time what a girl meant to him like this.

It was only in the second year of junior high that she suddenly disappeared without a trace, and He Ming was very disappointed. Maybe she let him grow up, knowing that beautiful girls are masters at playing tricks on psychology.

Many years later, He Mingpao fell in love with Zhou Qingyun and had sex as quickly as a miracle. If it wasn't for the magical glasses that proved Zhou Qingyun's infatuation with her, otherwise he would definitely be wary. And on the night of saying goodbye to the virgin, He Ming couldn't help but think of Lu Wenjing.

Hey, that bubbling beauty at the age of 13, who will always be smiling like a flower in my memory, with bright eyes and squinting eyes. She taught him what beauty is called a hanging silk, which greatly cultivated and improved his aesthetics.

As a result, he has never had a girlfriend in the future, because people who are gay with Sister Ling for a year will not pursue Sister Feng.

"Hello, Lu Wenjing." He Ming smiled again, he completely changed, no matter how beautiful a woman is, he can have it.

And also the man of his dreams.

He didn't need to be nervous, he didn't need to suppress his good feelings, and he didn't need to peek carefully... Looking back on the past, He Ming was moved again.

But when Lu Wenjing heard his greeting, tears immediately flowed out. "He Ming, I finally saw you. But it was only in a dream. Woohoo!"

He Ming's smile froze, and he felt uncomfortable. After all, he was someone he cared about. Why did Gou Ri's subconscious make her cry?

Could it be that my inner subconscious likes this: the person I once had a crush on sees him again, cries, then gets married, and then has sex?

Please, she is a 13-year-old girl...

Lu Wenjing's reaction made He Ming even more puzzled.

She stared into her own eyes, and suddenly smiled like a flower. She was not like herself, a useless subconscious mind that could form a dreamer, and that kind of unique beauty could not be replicated.

Amid tears and a smile, the girl said softly: "This feeling is so good, this dream is so beautiful... Around the Chinese New Year, I know that you have done a lot of great things and become a very remarkable person. So so incredible, I really Very happy..."

Lu Wenjing said softly: "Do you know? I used to love you so much, very sincerely. I thought about being your girlfriend, getting married, and giving you a happy family. But I can't give you anything. I can only watch Seeing your happiness, I cry in despair. But we have no hope. I can't give you anything. Meeting again can only be in a dream. And you will never know."

Lu Wenjing was so sad that she almost burst into tears.

He Ming's face was gloomy, he was like a ghost, what the hell is his subconscious mind doing? You clearly know that you hate me, do you know that? Still say it? Did I act too much and my personality split? !

Lu Wenjing suddenly hugged He Ming and kissed him frantically, two boys and girls did this in the classroom. But the little kids around didn't respond.

God, back then they all coveted Lu Wenjing so much, envied and hated themselves, their eyes turned green. Touching Lu Wenjing's hands by yourself will cause a storm!

He Ming's mood turned cold, and he was impressed that the little kids and the classroom seemed to have become blurred existences in light and shadow.

Only the person in front of him is very real, He Ming said directly: "Wait, do you feel like you are dreaming? I mean, you are a real person. You Lu Wenjing himself?"

After saying such words, He Ming shook his head and questioned, how is it possible?

The dreams of two people are connected together? Or after his soul became immortal, some powerful abilities appeared?

Thinking about it this way, the information of the soul immediately appeared in his memory, because he is a superman, his memory can be recited backwards, and he has a photographic memory.

There are indeed introductions in this regard, such as what makes a soul strong...

...difficult to be harmed by evil forces.

...or actively sense the voice of someone calling you. Like devout believers praying to the Lord.

Sure enough, Lu Wenjing nodded, hugging his neck unwilling to let go. There was a light of joy in the tear-stained eyes, "I have a congenital heart disease since I was a child. It cannot be cured and I will die suddenly. So I knew very early that my life is short. I went to I can’t even tell you to cure a disease. Think about it later, it’s good to leave me like this in your memory. I really don’t want to die suddenly, and then you can come and see me in front of my grave many years later.”

Tears fell like rain again, He Ming thought quickly, what's going on? Is my fucking love saint? Cousin loves one and she loves me more than I love her. When Zhou Qingyun saw one, she got the trait of infatuation. Well, the first goddess in my life many years ago also confessed to a hanging silk? In your own dreams?

It's really strange.

In tears, Lu Wenjing kissed He Ming violently again, almost breaking down. He Ming didn't know whether he should comfort her, he didn't know what was going on, to comfort his subconscious mind? Then I really had a split personality.

"If people have a next life, I still want to know you, be your tablemate, be your girlfriend, and be your wife. Life has no regrets, no illness, no tears from parents, mothers and sisters... I am grateful for this dream, because I finally confessed my love to the person I love, even in a dream..." Lu Wenjing finally wiped away her tears and showed a big smile.

He Ming has nothing to say. In his dream, a real person, a goddess, came to confess to him.

Come on, it's too fake, the goddess confessed to Diaosi? Even though I was a handsome dick, I was so poor back then! At most, I will take over my father's job, and be a bankrupt state-owned worker who will live without worrying about food and clothing for the rest of his life. If you want to develop, let's sleep and sleep!

Such a poor boy with no future actually has a rich family and a beautiful goddess who volunteers to confess his love?

He Ming could only smile wryly. Could it be that he was too narcissistic and pretended to be Lu Wenjing to comfort himself? It's not like that at all, my mood has changed from moving to depressed, what is my subconscious doing?

Feeling fooled, He Ming clenched his fist hard and turned his mind violently. The entire classroom ceased to exist, and the entire Malanshan Middle School was blown to ashes by the strong wind. After everything stabilized, he and Lu Wenjing appeared on the Himalayas, the snow-capped mountains. He had regained his formidable physique.

It's just that the scenery in front of me is a bit unnatural, and it looks like a picture if you look closely. Of course, because He Ming has never been to the Himalayas, he controlled the dream and copied the pictures he had seen directly on the Internet.

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