The morning of September 3, 2019!

People who have just woken up, whether they turn on their mobile phones to surf the Internet, turn on the TV, listen to the radio, or read newspapers, all see the same push information or news.

"Mr. Qiu Xu, a famous writer, thinker, Nobel Prize winner in Literature, who created outstanding literary works such as "That Year, That Man", "Chasing", "Dream", "You and Me", "Ten Years", died at 3:25 am today..."

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"What time is it, and I'm still sleeping?"

Hearing this unpleasant tone in a daze, Qiu Xu realized that something was wrong, and then heard a bang, and then a scorching pain came from his chest.

He stood up and sat on the bed, and saw an extremely familiar and intimate face, but with a slightly unfamiliar face.

This is the face of a middle-aged woman, with charm. Although her face is angry, it is difficult for Qiu Xu to really feel fear.

Seeing that the woman was about to wave her hands again, Qiu Xu blurted out and said, "Mom, don't hit, don't hit."

"I'll get up now..."

Speaking of this, Qiu Xu was suddenly stunned.

Can I speak?

Is this possible to move?

Am I dead?

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you get up and have breakfast?"

"I don't want to see what time it's now?"

The middle-aged woman's muttering dissatisfaction sound awakened the suspicious Qiu Xu from her stunned moment.

He stared at the woman in front of him in a daze.

Isn’t this the mother Meng Ying of Xiao Qiu Xu that I have always seen in my dreams?

She is so real, her voice is so clear, and she is no longer as erratic as she used to dream.

Qiu Xu looked around the room again.

There is a guitar hanging diagonally on the wall, and a skateboard, a basketball, and two pairs of roller skates are randomly placed in the corner.

In front of the window is a somewhat old desk with desk lamps, desktop monitors, laptops, water cups, empty drink bottles, bicycle helmets, t-shirts and other items.

A small bookshelves stand on the right side of the desk, and professional books on design and computers are placed in prominent positions such as "Graphic Design Crafts", "Login Font Design Bible", "about           3 Interaction Design Essence" and other professional books on design and computers.

At the bottom of the bookshelf is a complete set of old must-read series of world literary classics such as "That Year, That Man", "Chasing", "You and Me".

The scenes in front of me are extremely familiar, and they are strange and strange.

The reason I am familiar with it is because in the twenty years since Qiu Xu was trapped in a wheelchair or bed due to illness, he dreamed about this room almost every day, and this little guy named Qiu Xu.

From the time he was born and until he graduated from college to work, it is exaggerated to say that he has never been absent from every day of his life.

It is strange because every time he dreams of Xiao Qiu Xu, he always watches him grow up day by day from the perspective of the sidelines, and the perspective is also blurred and unreal, like a thin layer of gauze scarf.

Now, it suddenly became the first perspective.

Moreover, the view is so clear; the smell is so real.

Qiu Xu couldn't help but twitch his nose again.

Is this a mixture of a light smell of wine, sour smell, and smelly shoes?

Qiu Xu always believed that this lasted for twenty or thirty years, and the continuous dream of the same person was caused by his own illness, the second personality caused by the split personality, and other reasons, forming an illusory life experience.

To a certain extent, the Sims in the dream are another compensation for their ALS disease.

But the real scene and five senses of his mother in front of him made him very uncertain.

Could it be that what I have always dreamed of has become a reality after my death?

Or is it the thing I dreamed of, which has always existed in the so-called parallel space?

Qiu Xu's eyes turned to Meng Ying, and seeing her face becoming more and more ugly, he said tentatively: "Mom, you hit me again."

"This time, hit harder, don't be reluctant to let it go!"

This strange request made Meng Ying stunned.

Then, she reached out and twisted Qiu Xu's ear and shouted angrily: "You little brat, you're so brave, don't you dare to challenge me?"

"Look, I won't twist your ears off..."

The heart-wrenching pain came from the left ear, which made Qiu Xu wail: "Mom, stop twisting, it hurts, it hurts, it really hurts."

"I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall..."

Meng Ying let go of her hand, poked Qiu Xu's forehead hard, and shouted, "Get up quickly and have breakfast."

When Meng Ying left the room, Qiu Xu got out of bed, closed the door gently with barefoot, sat back on the bed, and looked at his slightly dark skin hands and feet...

Suddenly, he covered his face and started crying in a low voice.

In the late stage of the disease, for more than ten years, you can clearly feel the soreness and itch in every part of the body and everything outside, but you can't move your fingers, just like confining your soul in a jar.

People who have never experienced this kind of pain will not really feel it personally.

Qiu Xu originally thought that once he died, he would be completely free.

Unexpectedly, God actually gave him a chance to live again in this way.

Whether this is a parallel world, a fantasized world becomes a reality, or the soul has no body constraints and has completely integrated into the fantasized Xiao Qiu Xu, making his perception extremely real.

At this moment, Qiu Xu had only gratitude in his heart.

Thank God for letting him experience a healthy life.

He quickly turned from crying to laughing, and his body couldn't help but dance in the room, and his movements became larger and larger.

Decades of imprisonment, one day of liberation.

Qiu Xu really couldn't control himself, and he wanted to release all his desire for health, exercise and freedom that had accumulated over decades.

He couldn't control himself, and he made a strange scream...

With a bang, the door was pushed open violently.

When Qiu Xu saw Meng Ying go back, his movements stopped.

Especially when he saw the clothes drying rack in Meng Ying's hand, his skin tightened all over his body, and he hugged his head and begged for mercy: "Mom, mom, I can explain..."

"Ouch..."

"Oh, mom, I'm your own son..."

"Ouch..."

On a square dining table in the restaurant, white porridge, fried dough sticks, fried bread, boiled eggs, and pickled vegetables were already arranged.

A man with thick eyebrows and square face, slightly gray hair, and a beautiful girl with a long ponytail and youthful atmosphere was sitting at the dining table for breakfast.

Hearing the howling of ghosts and wolves from the second bedroom, the beautiful girl stopped her chopsticks and showed a gloating smile.

This made the dimples on her left cheek more obvious.

"Dad, my brother just needs to be cleaned up."

"I beat him like this every day, so I guarantee that he will be honest all day and dare not act like a monster."

The middle-aged man glared at the beautiful girl, turned his head to shout at the second bedroom, "Okay, just hit Song and start quickly."

"My son is going to work, and if he has injuries on his face, he will be laughed at by his colleagues..."
Chapter completed!