Wang Minghua and I turned to look at Zhang Hazi at the same time, our eyes full of doubts. This is a cliff, how can we run out of the painting? If you leave the painting, you will be thrown to death!
Zhang Hazi replied directly to me with four words: daydreaming!
I looked at Zhang Hazi and said angrily, "That means I can't get out?" How long has it been and you still have the heart to joke?
He said that if you can't get out, I will tell you. If you want to get out, you have to daydream.
I asked Wang Minghua, does this mean that he can't get out?
He nodded in agreement. Then maybe thinking that Zhang Hazi couldn't see him nodding, he added, "Yes, yes."
Zhang Hazi cursed loudly and said, "I will be the head of your family!" You two pig-headed people don’t understand what you are talking about. If you want to go out, you rely on your dreams to understand your boss?
Wang Minghua and I looked at each other, even more confused.
Wu Tinghan couldn't help but roll his eyes at Zhang Hazi, and then told us that Zhang Hazi meant that we are trapped in a dream now, and if we want to get out, we can only get out by dreaming.
Although I understood this, a bigger doubt also came - aren't we trapped in the painting? Why are you trapped in a dream again? Also, when did this happen, and why don’t I feel anything at all?
Wu Tinghan shook his head and did not explain. Instead, he looked at Zhang Hazi, asking him to tell me.
Zhang Hazi said that we were not inside the painting from the beginning and were deceived by the illusion of ghost fire burning the earth.
Let me tell you, how do you know it's an illusion?
When I finished saying this, I felt a wave of heat coming over me, which made my face and neck feel a dull pain. I was worried that something unclean would be approaching, so I reached out and touched the soul-calming bell around my neck. There was nothing unusual.
But then Zhang Hazi said, because when you slapped me just now, you didn't know the pain.
Let me tell you, you are not talking nonsense. If I slap you, it will hurt. What will you do if I slap you?
Wu Tinghan continued, when you just slapped him, I used the sound of you swinging the bamboo stick as a cover to poke you from behind. Although the force was not strong, under normal circumstances, it should have hurt for seven or eight days. .
Hearing this, I turned to look at Wu Tinghan, my eyes almost popping out of my head. Let me tell you, cousin, do you think you can't do it even after seven or eight days of pain? ! How many days will it hurt when you exert too much force?
Without thinking, she just shook her head and said it wouldn't hurt, she would die directly.
...You are really my cousin!
But I finally figured it out. Logically speaking, if we were in a painting and Wu Tinghan poked me just now, even if I didn't see or hear it, I would still feel the pain.
But I didn't feel anything at all just now, which means we must not be in the painting.
So I asked Zhang Hazi again, how can you be sure that we are in a dream?
Zhang Hazi didn't even think about it. He pointed at the cliff and started talking, because the sky was different inside and outside the painting.
I took a look at the cliff and said, aren't all cliffs like this?
He glanced at me and said, "Teacher, it's broad daylight. If he hangs this painting on the cliff, do you think we will see a black painting?"
Let me tell you, what if this painting depicts daytime, but it is actually dark outside?
He said that although it was possible, there was no way to explain why that person's face looked exactly like yours.
I'm a little confused. Can't I just draw it? Draw the face of whomever you want, just draw it!
Zhang Hazi shook his head and said, what's the explanation for why forty-five years ago, his face looked exactly like yours?
I was stunned and didn't know how to refute it for a moment, so I asked him, could it be done in a dream?
Zhang Hazi nodded firmly and said, "It's absolutely okay, because there is everything in the dream!"
What kind of bullshit explanation is this?
Even if there is everything in the dream, can you still know what I look like decades in advance, and then draw it and paste it on Chen Siqing's father's head?
How is this different from predicting the future? In contrast, I prefer to believe that my grandparents can predict my appearance, so they put my appearance on Chen Siqing's father's head in advance to absorb his luck. This explanation is more reliable. Spectrum.
After all, if dreams can predict the future, it’s hard for me to imagine that my grandparents would not dream about anything else but what their grandchildren would look like in a few decades. Wouldn’t it be better to dream about Mark Six lottery numbers?
Besides, if it is really in a dream and I still want everything, I want Ling Jiang to be resurrected now, is that okay?
Zhang Hazi said, if it were you who dreamed of it, not only Ling Jiang would resurrect the old man, but it would be no problem if your grandpa was resurrected. But obviously, this is not your dream.
Let me tell you, if it’s not my dream, then whose dream is it? your?
He shook his head and said, it's not me. If I guessed correctly, it should be Chen Siqing's father.
I'm even more confused. Didn't Chen Siqing's father burn himself in order to kill us? Why are we in his dream again now?
Besides, I can still understand and accept that we are in a painting. After all, the painter's contrasting painting is a real craftsmanship, but it seems too nonsense to say that we are trapped in a person's dream. ?
Zhang Hazi scolded him when he opened his mouth, "My ancestors lived in a world woven by others. Is this any different from hanging a painting in front of the scene?"
When I heard this, although I didn't understand it very well, I roughly understood what Zhang Hazi meant.
What he means is that whether you enter a painting or enter someone else's dream, you are living in a world woven by someone else. Someone else's dream is like a painting, but it is not drawn on the paper. , but appeared in the form of a dream.
But here’s the problem. If it’s a painting, as long as we leave the world in the painting, we can actually see the painting; but dreams are different. They are illusory things in themselves. How is it? Locking us in?
Zhang Hazi said, if you understand the old man, you will know how to grow old.
I asked, what happened?
He said, you said it yourself, the dream itself is an illusory existence, and it is impossible for our bodies to be included in it. So, do you know that we are going out now?
I frowned and thought for a while. Since our bodies can't come in, but we are actually here now, doesn't it mean that we don't exist in a physical form now?
Thinking of this, I suddenly looked at Zhang Hazi with wide eyes and said, have our souls been beaten out? Is it the legendary out-of-body experience? Then our souls were pulled into each other's dream?
I have encountered this kind of thing more than once or twice. My uncle once took my soul to my grandfather’s graveyard with his eyes closed. If Chen Enyi hadn’t used a rooster to call the soul, I would have been dead for a while. Can't wake up.
But after Zhang Hazi heard what I said, he looked at me with disgust and said, is it worthy of you to wear something around your neck? Now, who has the ability to beat your soul out?
That's right, under the soul-suppressing bell, no one can do anything to my soul unless my grandfather does it himself.
But if that's the case, why do I appear in this dream?
Zhang Hazi said, because we are also dreaming now.
I didn’t understand the meaning of Zhang Hazi’s words at first, but when I remembered something Chen Enyi told me before, I thought about it completely. At that time, I asked Chen Enyi why he sometimes felt so bad when dreaming. It's true, the explanation he gave is, because that dream is your own personal experience, but it's not your body, but your soul.
So our opponent knew that there was no way to directly knock out my soul, so he settled for the next best thing and used the method of dreaming to let my soul experience all this. Isn't it equivalent to giving my soul to him? Has it been typed?
I have to say, the method is quite clever.
When I thought of this, I felt the heat wave coming again, and it was stronger than before, causing a burning pain to rise on my face. I'm a little confused. The fire has been extinguished, so why is the remaining temperature still so hot?
I asked Zhang Hazi if they felt their faces were hot, but they all looked at me like I was an idiot.
Especially Zhang Hazi, who directly scolded me and said, Teacher, are you really awake? The will-o'-the-wisp has long been extinguished, so where is the heat wave?
I told you, but my face did feel hot, as if a heat wave was hitting my face.
Zhang Hazi said, I don’t think you have a heat wave, but that you have a wave of heat...
After I finished speaking, I was about to retaliate, when I saw Zhang Hazi's expression suddenly froze, and his body froze for an instant, and then he suddenly cursed and said, I'm going to make a fool of myself in your house, and the old man is broken. ), we have all been deceived! No wonder that guy got caught, it turns out the drip was the idea!
When Zhang Hazi's words were taken apart, I could understand every sentence, but when they were put together, I could only look confused.
Let me tell you, what are you talking about?
He 'looked' at me and said, I don't have time to daydream, I'll steal your face!
After he finished speaking, before I could react, I heard him scream, "The sun shines on my butt!" Then he kicked me over and kicked me directly into the boundless abyss...
