I live in a desert island property

While talking to himself, Zhang Ming found his body bouncing on his own.

Like a thief, he tiptoed into the room—this is a story that happened in his memory.

Zhang Ming stretched out his index finger and flicked the collagen-filled face of his younger sister who was doing homework. A red dot popped out with a "biu", which felt pretty good to the touch. The younger sister's face was very bouncy.

Ahem, a junior high school student, a girl who just entered the second half of the year, a 14-year-old minor, is really not cute at all.

Anyway, compared with my girlfriend, she is not beautiful at all, has a bad temper, and is not cute.

"What are you doing?!" The old girl ferociously pushed Zhang Ming's hands away, her crooked eyebrows slightly frowned, and she grinned.

"Borrow some money!" Zhang Ming said.

The younger sister was stunned, her eyes were wide open, and she subconsciously protected her pink wallet, which contained precious private money.

She is like a mother cat protecting her cubs, her whole body is arched.

Zhang Ming looked shameless, whistling, and twisting his buttocks 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 concept of parents "raising sons poorly and raising daughters rich". In short, my sister's pocket money has always been more than him.

"I won't lend it to you. If you borrow it, you might not pay it back!" Her voice became sharper, and she refused righteously.

"When will I not pay back the money, and I am useful, buy a cup of milk tea, watch a movie." Zhang Ming begged humbly, without any sense of superiority.

"Oh, buy milk tea?!"

Buying milk tea and watching movies have special meanings.

The old girl immediately showed interest, her crooked eyes were like crescent moons, and her voice lowered: "Show me what she looks like, and I'll lend you money if you show me, what's her name?" Name? Does it look good? Have you ever kissed me?"

Junior high school students of this age really know everything.

"No relatives, please lend me money quickly, if you don't, I will be late."

The old girl was mumbling about something, with a complaining look on her face.

Zhang Ming kept urging him and almost knelt down.

After working for a long time, the old girl finally took out a small pink bag from her pocket, and took out a piece of fifty yuan: "Take it, take it, and see your virtue. It's not good to show me the picture, you hide it." Just be a baby, I'll tell mom later."

Zhang Ming rolled his eyes: "You're so stingy, if you don't need it, I'll return it to you. I just borrowed some money just to be on the safe side, and I have a little savings myself."

He showed the wallet in his hand, besides 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 at which nothing needs to be considered except youth.

Walked out of the room door, went down the stairs, hummed a tune, and rode out on a small electric donkey.

In an ordinary small county with a population of 500,000 to 600,000, there are only a few streets that are relatively prosperous, with service places such as movie theaters and KFC, and it is possible to meet acquaintances.

Zhang Ming specially brought a sun hat and a mask.

Fortunately, wearing a mask was indeed popular in those years, and this outfit is not unusual.

"This hat...why does it have a hint of green?" Zhang Ming, who was watching, was shocked when he discovered this detail, and fell into deep thought.

...

When I came to 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, but she glanced out of the glass from time to time with her bright eyes.

When she saw Zhang Ming coming, a faint smile appeared on her face, and she quickly restrained herself, pretending that she didn't see anything, and continued to pretend to eat French fries there.

Girls are naturally more reserved.

In fact, he kept glancing at the frantic boy on the electric scooter from the corner of his eye.

Zhang Ming was naturally in a hurry, so anxious to death!

But he suddenly discovered that the kickstand of the electric car was broken, so he kept tinkering there.

"When I was young, I was always in a hurry and couldn't see the specific details."

"Later, even the original feeling was gradually forgotten."

On this ordinary day, Zhang Ming ushered in the best moment in his life. His parents are both alive, he has a good relationship with his younger sister, he has a simple love, and he still holds a hundred yuan bill in his hand. a lot.

Time has passed, and looking back suddenly, this is the best moment in his life, bar none.

After discovering this, Zhang Ming suddenly felt sore.

Today, he has nothing but force, and nothing else. He stayed in a flat boat and was still anchored by the demon god. As long as he was alive, he had to fight against it endlessly.

Yes, he has nothing left!

nothing left!

As he shed tears, the picture froze at this moment, and a dark voice came over: [Please keep your emotions stable, otherwise I don't have enough ability to maintain this dream. You haven't got it all back. 】

"Okay." Zhang Ming could only wipe away his tears and took a few deep breaths.

The screen starts playing again.

The next thing was easy. He took his first love girlfriend to the cinema and watched a very interesting movie "The Great Fleet of Deep Space".

Originally, I wanted to take advantage of the dark environment and go directly to A to solve the next step, but I didn't expect the movie to be so good that I accidentally became addicted to it.

When he came back to his senses, the lights in the cinema had already turned on. The audience left the stage one after another, and the two casually discussed the plot of the movie.

There is no way, if the opportunity is missed, there will be no coming back.

"You are such a waste!" Zhang Ming cursed in his heart.

The last is the most classic scene: in the afternoon at sunset, because I have to go home for dinner, the time for parting comes soon.

Happy times are always short.

The air conditioner in the shopping mall was blowing chilly. The girl took out a beige sweater from the bag she carried and put it on.

She looked at Zhang Ming with a smile, as if a light flashed in her eyes.

Biting his lip, he wanted to say something, but there are some things that girls can't speak first, right?

However, at this moment, Zhang Ming was in a panic and had a big brain problem. He thought that an upright person should not 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 the On your yellow sweater, I love your yellow sweater!!"

She froze for a moment, a faint blush appeared on her face, she clenched her small fists again, and lowered her head: "Of course...no!"

...

The dream began to become blurred. Zhang Ming opened his eyes and found himself back in his familiar bedroom.

He suddenly broke free from the feeling of being pressed by a ghost, the feeling of emptiness and cold suffocation, and it disappeared all of a sudden, and his emotions found a breakthrough, like a flood that burst a bank, pouring out with a "crash"!

Emotions surged in his mind, Zhang Ming took a big gulp of air, like a fish that was about to die, seized every opportunity, breathed oxygen, his chest heaved back and forth.

The dream just now, happiness, regret, joy, mixed together, is really mixed.

The horror of derealism is nothing more than this, its power is endless, and it is almost impossible to be cured.

The current emotions are just an illusion of crazy release after accumulating for too long.

The little gourd floated in front of his eyes, and said softly: [I helped you find the precious thing. What is recovered cannot be taken away so easily. You can use the memory of this time as the main anchor on the spiritual level to delay the intrusion of derealism. 】

【That...how are you going to thank me? 】

It seems to be in a good mood, and 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 there is no time limit for that transaction, I have enough patience to wait slowly, but now [long-cherished wish] pretends to be a ghost, but puts the blame on me, which makes me very unhappy, so I helped you. 】

After Zhang Ming took a breath, he felt that his mood swings were a little more normal, at least not as cold as before.

He didn't know how long this so-called "normal" could last, he just took a big breath, and the thoughts in his mind turned sharply.

He thought of the "Dream Entering Technique" obtained from the abyssal monster Faceless, and it is 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 will forget what he found again.

For the sake of conservatism, Lao Zhang still said with a stern face: "If I lose it again next time, can I ask for your help?"

Little Gourd seemed to be in a good mood, and his whole body was glowing with golden light: 【Of course! But be aware that memory recall can also have side effects. It solidifies your perceptions, but has the potential to entangle you in old memories to the point where you never want to wake up again. So more has to rely on the ability to weave dreams to procrastinate. 】

【How are you going to thank me? 】

Little Hulu said "How are you going to thank me" twice in a row, maybe it meant that he was not satisfied with the old treatment?

After all, this gourd came uninvited, and he was a casual acquaintance with all the crew members on the ship. Recently, it has also suffered cold violence, and only Xiaobai feels sorry for it. Brother Hao, a guy with no IQ, treats it Just a little closer.

Zhang Ming pondered for a while, he could actually come up with a series of dark conspiracy theories.

An existence whose thoughts are completely elusive, no matter how cautious it is, it cannot be overstated.

But no matter what, we should still be grateful.

He said 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?"