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When Professor Wang woke up, he thought he was dead.

After all, he hadn't slept so deeply in a long time.

In the past, whenever I fell asleep, I always seemed to be able to dream.

I dreamed of the fear when my country was destroyed and my family was destroyed when I was a child, the anger and helplessness of being bullied in country S because of my yellow skin, the hatred when my compatriot who had the best grades and was the most loved by the teacher died at home.

But not this time.

Professor Wang took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

The air is filled with the aroma of dumplings.

It's the kind that goes down quickly and smells like vinegar.

He heard Song Yao muttering to Zhao Xiaodong next to him:

"Should we wake up Master?"

"But Dad said that Master always has trouble sleeping. He sleeps so soundly now, how about we let him continue to sleep for a while?"

"It's time to make the dumplings. Didn't Master just say you were hungry?"

The two children finally decided to use rock-paper-scissors to determine whether to wake up Professor Wang.

Professor Wang turned his head and looked over.

They immediately put their hands behind their backs feeling guilty.

Song Yao smiled at him flatteringly: "Master, the dumplings are almost ready!"

Professor Wang slowly sat up and felt that his sleep was really comfortable.

The ailment that had been suppressed in his body seemed to have subsided.

Seeing his dazed expression, Song Yao was curious:

"Master? Are you dreaming?"

Professor Wang was stunned for a second before replying: "No, I slept soundly and didn't dream."

Song Yao breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.

The child was super worried and said:

"Dad said, Master, you always have nightmares, and you are often woken up by nightmares."

yes.

Professor Wang is indeed like this.

It's been a long time since I've had a good night's sleep without nightmares.

Before, whenever he slept, he would dream of different scenes every night.

What they dream about most often is that the teacher John who is the friendliest to them has red eyes and yells at a group of laughing people:

"He just has a different skin than us, he is also a human being! Why are you so cruel! He is just a student!! He is only twenty years old! He is just a student!!"

To this day, Professor Wang still clearly remembers Teacher John’s sad and helpless eyes.

That look gradually changed, turning into the curious and clear gaze of the child in front of him.

Song Yao was asking: "Master, do you want to see a doctor? My grandma said that if you can't sleep well, you can also see a doctor."

Professor Wang shook his head: "Doctors don't like this kind of thing."

This is a mental illness, how can it be possible to see well?

Song Yao wanted to help him, so he volunteered:

"Master, what kind of nightmares do you usually have? Otherwise, when you wake up, think about how to defeat the person in the nightmare! This way, next time you defeat it in your dream, it won't be a nightmare!"

Yes, the child is also very experienced in this area, although he thinks so.

In the past, there were stories in Dashu Village about wolves on the mountains. These wolves would eat disobedient children who played with fire during the day.

Song Yao sometimes dreams of wolves chasing him in his dreams.

This is a dream, not even 005 can help him.

Unless 005 wakes him up.

But obviously, Song Yao would rather have nightmares than be woken up.

Later, he pestered his father to make him a slingshot. After promising not to hit anyone with the slingshot, the child got the right to use the slingshot.

After that, he dreamed that the wolf was running in front, and he was chasing after him with a slingshot.

The nightmare suddenly turned into a passionate dream.

The child Song Yao felt that the master could also use this trick.

He was proud and vowed:

"If Master is afraid that he won't be able to defeat you, Zhao Xiaodong and I are making a fun thing that we can lend to you to defeat nightmares!"

Professor Wang shook his head: "I just dreamed about my teacher in country S."

Song Yao was shocked: "Master, did you dream of being made to stand by the teacher?"

Zhao Xiaodong came up with an even scarier question: "Are you still being slapped on the palm?"

Professor Wang: "...No, my teacher doesn't slap people's palms, nor does he make students stand."

The two children were immediately envious.

"That's great. It would be great if our teachers were like this."

Song Yao: "Master, your teacher doesn't punish you, so why is he a nightmare?"

Professor Wang was stunned and didn't know how to answer this question.

In fact, most of their time with Teacher John was pleasant.

Although many people in country S look down on yellow skin and are hostile to them, Teacher John has never treated his students unfairly because of their different skin colors.

On the contrary, because students from Central Continent are often bullied, he will deliberately take care of them more.

His favorite student is also from Zhongzhou.

That student had a high IQ and a pure personality. He was always busy and immersed in learning, so Professor Wang was actually not familiar with him.

But he remembered that he was a complete genius. He had already made a name for himself before graduation. Even if they were not familiar with him, they were both from Zhongzhou. They didn't say it, but they were very proud of it in their hearts.

Teacher John is very happy. He believes that as long as this student continues to grow, he may even promote the advancement of science and technology in the world.

Then there is no more.

After the young genius passed away, Teacher John became very ill for a time.

Later, he became seriously ill, and they, a group of students, went to visit him.

Teacher John left the three of them behind and said to Tamsui:

"Change your major. Don't stay in this major anymore. I can't protect you anymore."

Later, Tamsui and Tianyu changed their majors one after another.

After Teacher John recovered from his illness, he gave up his research, left school and returned to his hometown, saying that he wanted to open a small farm.

In fact, getting along with Teacher John should be a very good memory.

In a foreign country, there is such a teacher who has been protecting them. Even if he leaves the school, he will not forget to prepare a way out for them.

Professor Wang suddenly smiled relaxedly: "Yes, why is it a nightmare?"

"Obviously my teacher is such a good person."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong raised their ears and immediately said:

"Our teachers are also very good!"

Rarely, Professor Wang got into a good conversation.

He told the two children about his friends, his school career, their teacher John, and the young genius who was very smart and had high hopes from many people.

That's it.

Professor Wang touched Song Yao's little head.

It's different now. This is Zhongzhou, and these two outstanding children will grow up well.

Seeing that he was his master, Song Yao, who had been working hard to grow taller, did not avoid it.

"Master, why is this a nightmare?"

Professor Wang thought about it seriously for the first time.

"Maybe it's because you find me useless."

He couldn't help but look up at the sky:

“I was a less than good person from the beginning.”

Dad Song, who was coming out with dumplings, was shocked: "Teacher, you are so good, aren't you good enough?!"

Professor Wang, who was interrupted again in a sad state, looked at him angrily:

"Of course I am very good compared to you."

But compared to his good friend and the genius, he was not very good.

So after watching them leave one by one, Professor Wang couldn't help but have a thought:

Why am I the one left behind?

When the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, his cousin was better than him, but he died in that war.

When he went abroad, the young genius was better than him, but he also died early.

And his wife, such an outstanding person, died young due to illness.

And his friend...oh no, his friend is not dead yet.

But I was forced to change my major, and now I deal with the people from country S in the embassy every day.

Although the other party has always said that he is adaptable, Professor Wang feels that asking him to humble himself and endure it every day is almost as good as death.

Professor Wang, the only good person, is a little doubtful about life.

He had no idea what the meaning of being left behind was.

Sitting here every day, teaching a bunch of idiot students, and occasionally annoying businessmen, and then spending sixteen hours a day to mourn the past?

The only thing left to do is to remember his wife and good friend... and forget that his friend is not dead yet.

In short, Professor Wang said:

"Sometimes, I can't find the meaning of my life. People like me... smell so good."

Father Song handed him a bowl of dumplings:

"The vinegar is on the table. Teacher, please dip it yourself."

Professor Wang took a bowl of dumplings and dipped them in vinegar. After eating one, he continued:

"For someone like me who knows nothing, I can't even make any contribution."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong also received a bowl of dumplings each from Song's father.

The two children cooled it while blowing it, with shocked faces at the same time.

"Wow! Master! Are you going to die if you don't make any contribution?"

Song Yao was so frightened: "It's over, our classmates are going to die a lot!"

Zhao Xiaodong also looked frightened: "Yao'er, we won't die too, right?"

Song Yao: "No, brother Yuan Jiang said that we have contributed, and by being so good and obedient every day, we have also contributed at home."

He lowered his head to count: "The county magistrate also said that our fan clocks have fed a lot of people, and Xinghe County can't live without us. I'm not bragging, the county magistrate said that."

Professor Wang: "...It's not what you think. What this sentence means is...Oh, it's not what you think!"

He has always been a person prone to sadness.

Seventy years.

This is the second time that I feel the magical situation where I can’t even feel sad anymore.

The first time was because of Father Song.

Professor Wang silently ate a piece of dumpling: Yes, it’s delicious.

After everyone gathered together to eat all-you-can-eat dumplings, Professor Wang had completely forgotten what he was thinking about before.

After listening to Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong chatting together over the book again, he tried to keep his eyes open so as not to feel sleepy.

After a few seconds, he couldn't hold on any longer. Professor Wang could only take the initiative:

"You haven't walked around yet, have you? May I take you for a walk?"

The two children were actually a little tired from studying. After hearing these words, they instantly became happy and looked over with bright eyes and expectant faces:

"Okay, okay!"

Song Yao was extremely happy.

After all, the master is a local, so he can definitely take them to the most interesting places.

ten minutes later

The four men stood silently at the crossroads.

After a few seconds, Song Yao looked at Professor Wang with a confused face:

"Master? Are you lost?"

Professor Wang immediately said: "No, how could it be? I have lived here for decades."

After another ten seconds, he still didn't move.

Zhao Xiaodong scratched his head: "Master, why don't you move forward?"

Professor Wang: "...I'm tired and want to take a rest."

Song Yao was puzzled: "But we didn't go long."

Professor Wang said harshly: "I am too old to compare with young people like you."

Yuan Jiang said very reliably:

"How about we go back the way we came? I remember the way back."

Professor Wang was very determined: "No, I know how to go."

He stood there thinking for a few seconds, then glanced at the hospital in front, and his eyes lit up:

"Didn't you suggest that I come and see why I keep having nightmares? I said we should go to the hospital together."

Yuan Jiang, the only adult present, understood Professor Wang's meaning very well:

So he wasn't lost, but came specifically to the hospital.

Although he didn't believe it, shopping was not just shopping anyway. As long as the safety of his two children could be guaranteed, Yuan Jiang didn't plan to get involved too much.

So the four of them entered the hospital smoothly.

Professor Wang thinks very well.

How could a hospital treat nightmares? It was a mental illness, not a disease.

So the hospital would definitely tell them that it couldn't be cured, and he could take the children home very naturally, which effectively concealed his behavior of being lost in the city where he had lived for decades.

When the doctor heard this, he said, "Okay, it's basically clear. Let's do a check-up."

Professor Wang:"?"

No, can you check nightmares?

He dubiously checked under the encouraging gazes of the two children.

The doctor really found something.

“Don’t you know you have a heart condition?”

Professor Wang was shocked: "I don't know, my heart has never hurt."

Doctor: "Are you often out of breath, chest tight and short of breath?"

Professor Wang: ...Isn’t it because the crying was too uncomfortable and you were holding in your breath?

Doctor: "There is also a stabbing pain in the heart, like a pinprick."

Professor Wang: ...Isn’t that because I miss my deceased wife so much that I feel like a knife in my heart?

Doctor: “Sometimes it’s accompanied by panic and palpitations.”

Professor Wang: ...Isn’t that the result of gratitude for oneself?

He was shocked to find that he actually had all the symptoms the doctor said.

And they happen quite frequently.

The doctor said: "It is very common for patients with heart disease to have nightmares. Your problem is not very serious. Plus you are older, so we still focus on conditioning."

"In this way, please note the frequency of attacks and what they look like when they occur. Let me take a look next time you come here."

Although Lecheng is a big city, heart surgery is still something that can be avoided if possible.

Especially at such an old age, you can't take risks.

In the end, Professor Wang went back carrying the medicine with a confused look on his face.

Song Yao was still beside him and kept rejoicing:

"Fortunately, Master, you thought of coming to see a doctor. My grandma said heart disease is very scary."

In fact, Professor Wang came to the hospital simply because he was lost and wanted to save face and didn’t want to admit it: “…”

He coughed dryly: "Actually, nightmares are not necessarily caused by heart disease. Comrade doctors have also said that it is just possible that it is caused by heart disease."

Who would have thought that nightmares could be caused by heart disease.

Song Yao also nodded in agreement and patted her chest again:

"It's okay, Master. I have experience. When the toy I make is ready, I will give it to you. Then, Master, if you hold it while you sleep, you won't be afraid of nightmares."

Zhao Xiaodong also patted his chest: "Yes, I will give it to you when my toy is ready!"

Yuan Jiang, who followed them silently: ...It can't be a toy like that big black mouse.

He wasn't just guessing.

They really look like two children's toys...either spiders or snakes, and each one has a weird shape.

If you sleep with them in your arms...the nightmares won't get worse.

Professor Wang naturally didn't expect that children's toys would be this kind of thing.

The little boy's toys are nothing more than spinning tops, marbles, and maybe even wooden guns if they are more powerful.

He accepted the children's kindness and decided that no matter what toys they were, they would be placed next to the pillows.

Even if it has no effect on nightmares, it is still a child's wish.

They returned to Professor Wang's residence. Dad Song was scratching his head and doing homework. When he saw them coming back with bags, he was surprised:

"Did you buy something? What is it?"

Song Yao answered quickly: "It's medicine!"

He patted himself: "Song Yao's medicine!"

Dad Song:? ? ?

Go out shopping and buy a bag of medicine and come back? ?

That night, after Professor Wang sent Father Song and the others away, he lay silently on the bed and fell asleep.

Then, he woke up again in the middle of the night.

He lit the lamp, stood in front of the desk, absorbed ink with his pen, and slowly wrote smooth and elegant handwriting on the paper:

[Late at night, I miss my dead wife, my heart is like a knife, and all the past events...]

As he was writing, he suddenly paused.

etc……

Professor Wang looked back at the medicine placed beside the bed.

There was silence for a while.

He slowly walked over, opened a bottle of medicine, sucked it into his mouth, and sat down slowly. When the pain subsided, he guiltily put away the "Essay on Missing My Dead Wife Today" he had written before.

Then he took another piece of paper:

[At three o'clock in the night, I felt frightened and felt a slight stabbing pain in my heart, like a needle prick. 】