Human Brain Ranch

  Chapter 4 Juvenile Village, Huang Liang Yi Meng

  Zhu Zhengwei was frightened directly, looking at the corner of his eyes, all of a sudden goose bumps appeared.

   "I, change, has passed in this body's genes?"

  In the deep subconscious level, when I was a child, I was pierced with a pencil. When I grew up in reality, my wound turned into a mole

  Outrageous.

  Weird.

  If you look at it this way, if you were killed in your dreams, wouldn’t you also die in reality?

  Zhu Zhengwei's heart tightened suddenly. Fortunately, he secretly said that he didn't mess around directly, but tested the impact of dreams on the real body.

  Huh!

   "What the **** is this?"

   Zhu Zheng was slightly flustered, turned on the faucet, and washed his face sober.

   Seriously stared at the mole in the corner of her eye for a long time, patted both cheeks with both hands fiercely, and covered the mole with concealer by his stinky roommate Li Xiang before returning to the bed to study and summarize.

   "Outrageous, simply outrageous!"

  He looked at the two roommates carefully, in shock, for fear that they would know what bad things he had done.

  However, the two of them have already started the game, and the diamond game is black. The two sand sculptures also asked Zhu Zhengwei if they want to come, and they just said: "The three of them will go to Xingyao if they go black."

"I'm not coming, I'm tired from the initial number, and I want to continue to sleep." Zhu Zhengwei returned to bed to rest, and for the first time he had such a terrifying cognition, this is the most shocking ancient hidden in the depths of human souls. mystery.

  The dream of the world is on the surface, it is fake.

  I broke through a certain door, my dream is true.

  Perhaps it is not as simple as entering the soul consciousness space, more perhaps it is entering the depths of genes?

   seems bizarre.

   But this is not the past that changed reality, but the past of this body, that dream, which is essentially a way to go deep into the root of the soul and change the genetic structure and body structure.

  He suddenly wrote down his own ideas and guesses one by one, and a bold plan gradually came to mind.

   "Perhaps this world can be called the root dream."

   "My dream is fixed, it records my past life, if I change the past, then I am also brushing the initial number??"

  He was frightened and began to try to enter the dream experiment again, "I have to go and see again!"

  Wow wow wow!

  A baby was born in the countryside.

   "The baby is born!"

   "Is a boy!"

  Is my own dream again!

  Own root dream!

  This dream records his own life.

  Incomparably real.

   "It started again, my past life."

And as Zhu Zhengwei continued to deepen his dreams and tried to break through that barrier, he was no longer a phantom watching the dream for the seventh time, but completely entered the original dream world, entered the genetic memory, became the baby, and became a dream. In the self.

  But Zhu Zhengwei discovered something even stranger.

  Step on.

My own baby was lying on the bamboo mat, a foggy shadow who couldn't see his figure, sneaked in, picked himself up, said "growth must work hard", accidentally knocked over the bookshelf, and the pencil fell. There was a hole in the corner of his eye, and he ran away from the window in fright!

  "."

  Zhu Zhengwei was stupid, he became a baby, and was stabbed by Zhou Yi himself?

   "The previous me is still here? I'm afraid there is a dream disorder, the two me overlap, I pierce myself!"

  Every time Zhu Zhengwei came back, he was pricked once by himself, bleeding from the corners of his eyes, and miserable.

  Fortunately, I am a mild patient. As I grow older, my blood clotting ability gradually decreases.

  But despite this, this needle-sized wound is currently a big pot of food for myself.

  Make yourself a **** start?

   "Uncomfortable."

  He looked at this simple rural earthen house on the bed, and he wanted to cry without tears.

  He can only bleed and explore his root dream and birth environment.

  The third time, his baby tried to sneak away, but he was picked up by his parents before he ran out of the door.

  He made various attempts, and finally succeeded in crawling forward, sneaking quietly, and climbing to the door.

   "We gave birth to another baby like this."

   "It's a crime, it's a crime."

   "The eldest is already seven years old, and another sick child can't afford it. Why don't you really send it away?"

  He found his parents arguing outside the door, accompanied by sobbing. From the conversation, he learned of his own life experience as a baby:

  Parents are superstitious.

  My hemophilia is porcelain doll disease. I was injured and bleeds.

   But for the villagers in this era, they are hitting evil, strange diseases, cursing, and the most important thing is to be looked down upon by neighbors in the neighborhood.

  Maybe soon, she will be abandoned by her parents to the county.

   Soon, he tried to stick to the "life dream" for the longest time, and found that he could only persist in it for a week, and then he woke up, woke up with a headache, and was drained of mental energy!

  But even if it is a long dream that lasts for a week, it is just a time for a nap. The sun shines through the window, which is really amazing.

   "The dream of life."

  Sit up from the bed, drank saliva to moisturize his throat, Zhu Zhengwei suddenly remembered an allusion:

  Huangliang Yimeng.

This allusion is from the "Pillow in the Pillow" of the Tang Dynasty. Lu Sheng went to Beijing to rush to the exam and failed the exam. He was depressed. When he returned to his hometown, he stayed at a Handan hotel. The owner of the hotel was a hidden immortal. Had an eighty-year dream of enjoying prosperity and wealth, when he woke up, Lu Sheng found that the yellow beam rice steamed by the owner hadn't been cooked yet, so he had a great enlightenment.

   "How similar?"

   "In my dream, there was a long, long dream that I couldn't wake up."

   "It's like the sorrow and joy between people, and dreams are not connected to the time of this world."

  Zhu Zhengwei said to himself.

  Yimeng Huang Liang, Meng Die Zhuang Zhou, these ancient legends allusions are very familiar to modern people today, and they are filled with human curiosity and fear about unknown and mysterious long dreams from beginning to end.

   "But it really is, it can change the birth of the past!"

  Zhu Zheng cracked his mouth with excitement, his blood was boiling, his heart banged, and he suddenly remembered what Wang Jun said during the rainy night when he was calling the number a few days ago:

   "Oh, it's all destined by nature, long and compatible, family-born, natural talents, this is what determines our starting point."

   "If our life, like your game, can brush the'initial number', like pinching a doll, choosing the birth family, choosing martial arts talent, choosing talents, pinching hairstyle, pinching body, then being born again."

  In front of him, isn’t he reshaping his birth?

  Pinch your face?

  Pinch your figure?

  Pinch hairstyle?

  Choose talent?

  Suddenly, he got up from the bed and suddenly laughed heartily:

   "Life is nothing but a dream! Perhaps it is just what it meant? I want to pinch my face! I want to use talent! Hahahaha!"

  The two roommates next to him were confused.

   "Baby, swiping, swiping crazy." Wang Jun looked pity.

   "It's silly, it's useless, let's just cremate it." Li Xiang also showed sympathy.

   "Cut, I'm too lazy to care about you, I'm going to bed." Zhu Zhengwei was too lazy to care about these two dudes, he directly covered the sheets and covered his head.

  噗!

  A perfect dive, plunge one head into the deep sea area of ​​consciousness, step into the shallow sea area continuously, push open the door of a mysterious brain pattern below, and enter the deep level of consciousness.

  Wow wow wow!

  A baby was born in the countryside.

   "The baby is born!"

   "Is a boy!"

  He is clearly aware of what is happening now: [I am entering the "past" carried deep in the body. 】

  After countless preliminary tests, his work has increased. He tried to change the fact that his parents abandoned him.

  The dream of life.

  Wandering in the distant childhood past.

  He tested countless times and started again. In the fifth time he tried to talk to his parents and uttered other words to communicate, he found that no matter how he tried, he couldn't speak correctly because of vocal cord problems, babble.

  He couldn't help but feel helpless.

  The tales of babbles as soon as they are born are all cheating papers.

  "I have to use the original number! I will be born a little bit! And change the fact that I was abandoned even if it was only in a dream."

  He began to try to control his muscles and walk. After the seventh time, he finally shocked his parents.

  Wow wow wow!

  The baby screamed.

  The parents who were burning wood on the stove rushed into the house,

   "Goddamn it! Why did the baby pierce a pencil?" It was the same scream as before.

  But this time the baby deliberately screamed in advance, and they happened to ran into a black figure, Zhu Zhengwei, the last one who entered the dream, put down the baby, turned the window and fled.

   "What ghost! Is stealing my baby!!"

  The parents showed fear at the corner of their eyes, and said the second sentence that they had never had before.

  The village head Wang's wife is right.

  Bumps, swelling and blood,

  The cut and bleeding are not stopped,

  This is really a strange disease!

  My husband’s husband and wife’s ancestral grave had a problem with Feng Shui, and they were not filial, causing the old father in the tomb of Houshan to become a zombie after his death.

   can be the next second,

  On the bamboo mat bed, among the infancy, the baby Zhu Zhengwei after being put down by the shadows, his chubby white hands are very natural and skillful to remove the pencil that pierced the corner of his eye.

  This pink baby is lying on all fours on the bamboo mat.

   Suddenly, slowly like a big Buddha of compassion in his old age, old-fashioned, he started cross-legged.

  The baby has a bright blood flower fainted at the corner of his eyes, sitting cross-legged, wearing a bright red swaddle as a robe and a pencil as floating dust.

  One finger to the sky, one finger to the ground, and the hand that points to the ground began to write again, writing a row of crooked and twisted characters on the bamboo mat:

   "The phantom that hugs me is not a demon, but a **** in the sky."

   "This is."

  "God gave tears to moles. I was born in the sky, descended to the earth, and the Holy Spirit is in the world."

  "Heaven and earth, I am the only one!"

  The elder brother with severe hemophilia was sitting at the door playing in mud, wiping his nose while digging his nostrils, looking at the baby on the bamboo mat with a blank expression.

  Standing in the room, where did the rural parents in the 1980s and 1990s have seen this?

   "The gods in the sky have come down."

  The couple stayed beside them completely, their pupils dilated violently, shocking them for ten thousand years.

  (End of this chapter)