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Chapter Two Two (3)

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    Just like the previous few days, I woke up with pain when I slept until nine o'clock.  Jian was also woken up by my movement.

    "What's wrong with you?" Jian looked very nervous looking at my painful expression.

    "Headache." My expression became grim.

    Jian took out a bottle of medicine from the suitcase, then went to pour a glass of water, helped me sit up, carefully stuffed the medicine into my mouth and poured some water into it.

    After about ten minutes, the headache disappeared.  What I was given just now should be painkillers.

    "Thank you." I said to Jian.

    "I thought it was just a little pain before, but I didn't expect it to be so exaggerated. It scared me to death." Jian frowned, "You should go back to the big hospital in Shanghai for an examination. In case"

    I didn't think much about it at first, but I was frightened by Jian's "what if", and I had the idea of ??going back to Shanghai, but the wall still puzzled me, so I decided to take another look before leaving.  And Jian also insisted on going to see the mysterious wall together.

    ? Following the memory of the night before yesterday, I groped my way. In fact, I really don¡¯t remember much. I walked by feeling and walked to that strange alley.  Because it was daytime, the alley was still a little lively.  The women were holding their children, several old men were playing chess in a group, and the old aunts were sitting and chatting together. It was nothing like the dead and silent alley the night before.  But no matter how hard Jian and I walked, we couldn't find the wall.

    "Did you remember it wrong? Or was it just a dream?" Jian couldn't move anymore.

    "I don't know." Maybe it was really just a dream.

    However, I still clearly remember the cold touch of the stone on the wall.  I didn't give up, and found a middle-aged man, "Excuse me, do you have a wall here? It's erected in the middle of the alley."

    "How can others walk in the alley? There is no such wall." After speaking, the man hurried away.  I asked several people in succession and they all said no.

    It seems that this is really just a dream.

    Sitting on the long-distance bus back to Shanghai, I was still thinking about that wall.  Is it implying something?  I fell asleep thinking about it.  I find that the older I am, the more tired I am now.  When I was in elementary school and junior high school, I always had unlimited energy. I couldn't fall asleep until 8 o'clock every morning, no matter how late I went to bed the night before.  And at that time, I always felt that sleeping in class was an incredible thing.  Later, when I was in high school, I didn't know why I couldn't wake up even if I slept until twelve o'clock every day.  As long as you don't look at your phone or send text messages in class, you will fall asleep.  Until now, when the mind calms down, it is basically 80% of the time and I will fall asleep.  In fact, this is quite logical, because as you get older and older, you end up falling asleep all the time.

    The long-distance bus probably drove through a pothole, and the car shook and woke me up.  "Why go to bed early when you are alive, you will sleep forever after death." I sighed.

    Jian touched my forehead, "Have a fever? Or is the nerve damaged?"

    I knocked off Jian's hand, "You just have a fever."

    "No." Jian touched his forehead and looked at me in confusion.

    Returned to Shanghai after several hours of turbulence.  When most people return to their hometown, they shout passionately to the sky, "Ah! I'm finally home!"

    And Jian spat on the ground, "Damn it, the fuck is back."

    After getting off the car, I also feel that there are more inhalable particles in the air.  During the ten days in H Town, I picked my booger once.  But in Shanghai, if you don't dig for half a day, you can't breathe.  That's why many rich people in Shanghai like to buy houses in other places.  It should be to save booger picking a few times.

    Back home, the floor is covered with dust.  I was choked.  After a busy afternoon, I finally cleaned up the dust that had accumulated for ten days.  I realized that in such a big house, three bedrooms and one living room are a bit extravagant for me.  So I decided to sell it on the market in a few days or change to a smaller one.  This is also easier to clean up.

    Just before I entered the house, the neighbor next door said that a girl kept coming to me, but I was not there.  I suddenly lay down on the sofa.  On the sofa, there is even a little hazy fragrance of "forget-me-not".  So I gave up the idea of ??changing the house, although I don't know who the girl who came to see me is, but if one day Wei Wei comes to see me and I'm not here, what should I do?  Although the chance of this is not high, it is about as high as the possibility of falling a billboard and killing me while walking on the street, but we must believe that cutting corners by engineering teams is common nowadays.

    ? After sleeping for a day, I wanted to go to the hospital to see if I had a headache, but there was no headache at nine o'clock the next morning, and there was still no pain until half past eleven, and there were no warning signs.

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