While talking to himself, Zhang Ming found that his body was moving on its own.
Like a thief, he tiptoed into the room - this was a story that had happened in his memory.
Zhang Ming stretched out his index finger and flicked the collagen-filled face of his sister who was doing her homework. A red dot popped up with a "biu" sound. It felt pretty good. My sister's face was very elastic.
Ahem, junior high school students, girls who have just entered the second grade of junior high school in the second half of the year, 14-year-old minors, are really not cute at all.
Anyway, compared with my girlfriend, she is really not beautiful at all, has a bad temper, and is not cute.
"What are you doing?!" The old girl pushed Zhang Ming's hands away fiercely, her curved eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she looked like she was grinning.
"Borrow some money!" Zhang Ming said.
The younger sister was shocked, her eyes widened, and she subconsciously protected her pink wallet, which contained precious private money.
She was like a female cat protecting her cubs, her whole body arched up.
Zhang Ming looked shameless, whistling and swaying his butt happily. It turned out that he was already a mental patient when he was in high school!
Having said that, why do girls have more pocket money than boys?
This is a big question.
It may be related to the parents' concept of "poor to raise sons and rich to raise daughters". In short, his sister's pocket money has always been more than his.
"I won't lend it to you. If you borrow it, you might not pay it back!" Her voice became sharp and she refused righteously.
"When will I stop paying back the money? Besides, I'm useful. I can buy a cup of milk tea and watch a movie." Zhang Ming begged in a low voice without any condescension.
"Oh, buy milk tea?!"
Buying milk tea and watching movies have special meanings.
The old girl immediately showed an interested look, her crescent eyes were like crescent moons, and her voice lowered: "Show me what she looks like, show me and I'll lend you some money. What's her name?" Name? Does it look good? Have you ever kissed it? "
Junior high school students in this era really know everything.
"No kiss, please lend me money quickly. If you don't, I will be late."
The old girl muttered something, with a look of complaint on her face.
Zhang Ming kept urging and almost knelt down.
After waiting for a long time, the old girl finally took out a small pink bag from her pocket and took out a fifty-yuan note: "Take it, take it, see your virtue. You can't even show me the photo, you hide it." Just treat it like a baby, I'll tell mom later."
Zhang Ming rolled his eyes: "You're so stingy. I'll give it back to you if you don't use it. I just borrowed a little money just to be on the safe side. I also have some savings myself."
He showed the wallet in his hand. In addition to some change, there was also a red hundred-dollar bill!
A full 100 yuan, a lot!
Dating in school days is so cheap.
After all, it's just an age when you don't need to think about anything except youth.
He walked out of the room, went down the stairs, hummed a tune, and rode an electric donkey out.
In an ordinary small county town with a population of 500,000 to 600,000 people, only a few streets are relatively prosperous. There are movie theaters, KFC and other service places, and it is possible to meet acquaintances.
Zhang Ming specially brought a sun hat and a mask.
Fortunately, wearing masks was indeed popular in those years, so this look was not unusual.
"Why does this hat... have a hint of green?" Zhang Ming, who was watching, was shocked. He discovered this detail and fell into deep thought.
…
When I arrived at the door of KFC, I found that the girl was already waiting inside. She only ordered a bag of French fries and ate them slowly one by one. Her bright eyes glanced outside the glass from time to time.
When she saw Zhang Ming arriving, a faint smile appeared on her face, but she quickly stopped, pretending not to see anything, and continued to pretend to eat French fries.
Girls naturally have to be more reserved.
In fact, he kept glancing at the busy boy on the electric bike from the corner of his eye.
Zhang Ming is naturally very anxious, extremely anxious!
But he suddenly discovered that the kickstand of the electric vehicle was broken, so he kept tinkering there.
"When I was young, I was always impatient and couldn't see the specific details."
"Later, even the original feeling was slowly forgotten."
Just this ordinary day, Zhang Ming ushered in the most beautiful moment of his life. He had both parents, had a harmonious relationship with his sister, had a simple love, still held a hundred-dollar bill in his hand, and the college entrance examination was still a little far away. In his free time A lot.
Time passed, and suddenly looking back, this was the most beautiful moment in his life, bar none.
After discovering this, Zhang Ming suddenly felt sour.
Now, he only has military power and nothing else. He stayed in a small boat and was anchored by the devil. As long as he lived, he had to fight against it endlessly.
Yes, he has nothing left!
nothing left!
As he shed tears, the scene froze at this moment, and a mysterious voice came over: [Please keep your emotions stable, otherwise I will not have enough ability to maintain this dream. You haven’t gotten them all back yet. 】
"Okay." Zhang Ming could only wipe away his tears and took a few deep breaths.
The screen starts playing again.
The next thing was simple. He took his first girlfriend to the cinema and watched a very interesting movie "The Great Fleet of Deep Space".
I originally wanted to take advantage of the dark environment and go straight to A to solve the next step. However, I didn't expect that the movie was so good that I accidentally got addicted to it and couldn't extricate myself.
When he came back to his senses, the lights in the cinema were already on. The audience began to leave one after another, and the two men casually discussed the plot of the movie.
There is no way, if you miss the opportunity, you will never come back.
"You are such a waste!" Zhang Ming cursed in his heart.
Finally, there is the most classic scene: in the afternoon as the sun sets, because we have to go home for dinner, the time to leave quickly comes.
Happy time is always short.
The air conditioner in the shopping mall made people feel cool. The girl took out a beige sweater from the bag she carried with her and put it on.
She looked at Zhang Ming with a smile, and a bright light seemed to flash in her eyes.
I bit my lip and wanted to say something, but there are some things that girls can't say first, right?
However, at this moment, Zhang Ming was in a hurry and had a big problem in his mind. He thought that an upright person could never do bad things. Since he had no choice but to take the next step, he suddenly blurted out: "I...can I bury my head in this?" On your yellow sweater, I love your yellow sweater!!”
She was stunned for a moment, a faint blush appeared on her face, she clenched her fists and lowered her head: "Of course... no!"
…
The dream began to become blurry. Zhang Ming opened his eyes and found that he was back in his familiar bedroom.
He suddenly broke away from the ghost-like feeling of being pressed against the bed, and the cold suffocating feeling of nothingness disappeared all of a sudden. His emotions found a breakthrough, like a flood that burst a dam, pouring out with a "crash"!
Emotions surged in his mind. Zhang Ming took in big gulps of air, as if he was a dying fish, seizing every opportunity to breathe in oxygen, his chest rising and falling.
The dream just now, happiness, regret, joy, mixed together, is really a mixed bag of emotions.
There is nothing more terrifying than the horror of derealism. Its power is endless and it is almost impossible to cure.
The current emotions are just an illusion released crazily after being accumulated for too long.
The small gourd floated in front of him and said softly: [I helped you find something precious. What you have found cannot be taken away so easily. You can use the memory of this time as your primary spiritual anchor to delay the intrusion of disembodiment. 】
[Um...how are you going to thank me? 】
It seemed to be in a good mood, and it started the long-lost nonsense literature. [Although I have reached a deal with [Long-cherished Wish], this does not prevent me from helping you. Because that transaction has no time limit, I have enough patience to wait slowly. Now [Long-cherished Wish] is pretending to be a ghost, but puts the blame on me, which makes me very unhappy, so I helped you. 】
After Zhang Ming calmed down, he felt that his mood swings were slightly normal, at least not as cold as before.
He didn't know how long this so-called "normal" could last. He just breathed heavily and the thoughts in his mind were racing.
He thought of the "Dream Technique" he had obtained from the abyss monster Faceless Man. It was indeed possible to use the dream just now as a fulcrum to strengthen it into a spiritual anchor, and it must be done as soon as possible.
Otherwise, in the blink of an eye, he would forget what he had found again.
To be conservative, Lao Zhang still said shamelessly: "If I lose it again next time, can I ask for your help?"
The little gourd seemed to be in a good mood, with golden light blooming all over his body: [Of course! But you need to know that memory recall can also have side effects. It will solidify your cognition, but it may make you addicted to old memories, and then you will never want to wake up. Therefore, we have to rely more on the ability to weave dreams to delay. 】
[How are you going to thank me? 】
Xiao Gourd said twice in a row, "How are you going to thank me?" Maybe it meant that he was not satisfied with the old treatment?
After all, this gourd came uninvited and was a casual acquaintance with all the crew members on the ship. Recently, it had also suffered cold violence. Only Xiaobai felt a little pity for it. Brother Hao, a guy with no IQ, treated it badly. Just a little bit of intimacy.
Zhang Ming thought about it for a while. He could actually come up with a series of dark conspiracy theories.
An existence whose ideas are completely elusive cannot be overly cautious.
But no matter what, you should be grateful when you should be grateful.
He said somewhat meaningfully: "We have always made wishes to you, and now I also want to give you a few wishes. What do you want me to do?"
(End of chapter)
