mythical visionary

Chapter 105 The Dreamer of Normandy

Xia Mingwei had to say that Hogg's appearance was very scary, and Xia Mingwei's gecko collected a lot of emotions just by sitting next to him along the way without doing anything.

[Imagination doll "Gecko" absorbs a small part of negative emotions - "fear". 】

[Imagination doll "Gecko" absorbs a small amount of negative emotions - "disgust". 】

On the train, Hogg sang old songs from the Soviet era, drank beer, and chatted with Xia Mingwei about the boss from time to time, and talked about how he met him.

This two-meter-tall giant also has a tender side. When he talked about his wife 100 years ago, his eyes were full of smiles. He said that he met that lovely girl at the Bolshoi Theater. Made him feel strange, they danced in Lubyanka Square like no one else was there, then built a cottage in the field, had a lovely son and daughter, but then Hogg's sequence was out of control and he had to leave his wife .When he came back from the sea, he only saw his wife's grave.

Until his death, his wife was still waiting for him, and her grave read: Hey, Hogg, I imagined that we could hold hands and dance together on Lubyanka Square when we had gray hair.

His son later joined the army and died in the Soviet-Finnish War; his daughter married a poor family, contracted tetanus, and died in a cold hut.

At the end of Hogg's speech, his eyes were full of sadness. This was the first time Xia Mingwei saw sadness in his eyes. Dong Ling drew his appearance.

He suddenly put his arms around Xia Mingwei's shoulders, grinned big, and said, "Let the past pass." As a result, he sang the old Soviet song "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow" again.

Неслышнывсадудажешорохи,

Not even a rustle in the garden
Всёздесьзамерлодоутра.
Until the morning everything is quiet here
Еслибзналивы, какмнедороги
How precious to me if you knew

Hogg became sleepy while singing. He fell into a deep sleep with his arms around Xia Mingwei's shoulders. The sound of snoring was unbearable. Xia Mingwei just turned his head and looked out the window quietly.The train arrived soon, but there was still some distance from the Normandy ranch in France. Xia Mingwei stopped a truck on the road, and the owner gave them a ride.

When they arrived at the coastal town next to the Normandy ranch, it was already night time. He and Hogg came to the edge of the beach. Some children built a bonfire by the sea and sang French songs they could not understand.

Xia Mingwei drank with Hogg all night. Due to the existence of the Black Wukong sequence, his metabolism rate was far faster than that of ordinary people, so he was not drunk.Hogg, on the other hand, was as drunk as mud.In the middle of the night, the bonfires on the beach are extinguished, and the coast is silent except for the lighthouse.

Carrying Hogg on his back, he went to a nearby hotel and found a room to sleep in.

Speechless all night, only the rustling of the tide can be heard late at night in the coastal town.

January 01, at dusk, France, Normandy pastures.

With the last afterglow of the setting sun, the grassland is rendered like a golden sea. The wind blows past, and the sea sways slowly with the setting sun, one bright and one dark.

Across the pasture where sheep and cattle are kept, a wooden house can be seen not far away. The evening sun illuminates the wooden furniture placed in the house, as well as two tall figures.

The young man adjusted his glasses and stretched out his right index finger. A bubble gradually appeared on the tip of the finger. The bubble rose into the air, and there was a strange scene inside. It seemed to be a beach under the sunset, with a girl smiling slightly.

He smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Leno, I have already customized the dream you requested, it depends on when you want to enter the dream."

"Wait for me to have a cigarette," Leno picked up a cigarette and sat on the bed, "Cornell, boy, why are you using your real name again? Didn't you say that my name is 'Disney' here, and your name is 'Disney'?" Sonic'?"

Leno has short, clean hair, but an unshaven beard, and his facial features have matured after years of precipitation. His eyes are piercing, but upon closer inspection, they seem a bit empty.

"It's just a random code name, and we will leave when we earn enough money." Cornell said lightly, "Speaking of which, we are not yet sure whether we are the only ones in the world who have this kind of sequence power, so we must be careful. Otherwise those 'kinds' could be after us."

Cornell has long pale blond hair, gold-rimmed glasses, and a bohemian demeanor. His facial features, which are between evil and handsome, look like delinquent youths on the street.

"Yes, yes, yes." Leno took out his lighter and lit a cigarette, "Your future is immeasurable. I didn't awaken the sequence until I was in my 40s a year ago, and you already have this kind of sequence at the age of 20." strength."

"No," Cornell shook his head, "Our life has just begun, Leno, I believe it is not a coincidence that we met in this narrow village."

"Hey, most of my life has passed away, my wife and children are separated, what kind of mechanic sequence is this, just treat me as God looking at me poorly, give me a treat." Leno took a deep breath of cigarettes, and looked at him from the corner of his eye. The coat of arms on the wrist is a mechanical fortress that diffuses steam.

"Don't say that, since God has endowed us with such power, it must have his intentions."

"I don't believe in God."

"It doesn't matter," Connell gently poked the air bubbles with his fingers, "So, when will you finish your cigarette?"

"Forget it." Leno stubbed out the cigarette butt, squeezed it out of shape in the ashtray, and then let go, "Come on, I hope your dream won't disappoint me."

"Of course, this is tailor-made for you." Cornell took a sip of water.

Leno took the dream bubble in the air, and looked at the inside of the bubble with complicated eyes, the girl in the wheelchair on the beach.

He held the bubble with his palm, slowly lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and as the bubble melted into his palm, he gradually lost consciousness and fell asleep.

When Leno opened his eyes again, there was a beach in front of him. There were gulls flying in the sky, and the setting sun was about to fall below the sea level. Its shadow fell on the sea, forming a half-filled crescent.

A girl was sitting in front of the beach, and a cold wheelchair was sitting under the girl. She put her arms on the handle of the wheelchair and looked at the sinking sunset.

The waves heaved and fell on the beach, wetting the sand and making a rustling sound.

Leno looked at the back of the girl silently. This was his daughter Laura.

Ten years ago, she lost her legs in a car accident. After the operation, she drove into the sea in a wheelchair and was swallowed by the raging tide. Laura's age was fixed at 12 forever.Since then, Leno has been in a slump, spending days and nights in alcoholism, and his wife finally left him helplessly.

Until two years ago, Leno awakened the mechanic sequence, and he made a mechanical prosthesis for a disabled child in a coastal town.

Watching the child run up and yell in the setting sun, Leno's eyes gradually brightened.

He felt that he had found the meaning of continuing to live.

But two years later, one night, Leno found that no matter how he used the power of sequence to help others, the child he most wanted to help had gone forever.

He needs a dream.

Heal the scars of the years.

On the beach, Leno scratched his pants, subconsciously wanting to pick up a cigarette, but found that there was no cigarette case in his pocket, he lowered his head and remained silent.

"Dad, will my legs be okay?" Laura asked softly without turning her head.

"It will be fine," Leno heard the familiar voice, his eyes gradually turned red, "It will be fine, kid." He put his hand on his forehead.

"But the doctor said that I won't be able to stand up for the rest of my life..." Laura murmured softly, "Dad, I want to swim and go somewhere else so that my classmates won't say I'm crippled."

"Lola, you are not allowed to go! I have a way, I have a way now, no one will say you are crippled!" Leno staggered towards Laura, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

The serial coat of arms on his wrist glowed brightly, and two prosthetic limbs made of cast metal appeared in his hands. He lay down on the sand like a mad dog, and installed the metal prosthetic limbs on Laura's empty legs Laura lowered her eyes and stared at him with water blue eyes: "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Lola, as long as you have this, you can run." Leno was sweating profusely, his expression twisted, he didn't know whether he was laughing or crying.

After a long while of silence, the setting sun gradually fell below the sea surface, and it was about to take away the last afterglow. The world was as dark as a movie theater with the curtain closed, and the tide was still undulating.

The old man wiped off the sweat from his face, and the girl stood up from the wheelchair. Her shadow was cast on the ground, and at first the shadow was walking forward blankly.Gradually, Shadow trotted up, his pace was so light.Finally, the shadow ran, walking like flying.

"Dad, I'm running!"

"Dad, I'm running!"

"Dad, I'm about to fly!"

The sound of the waves hitting the beach was mixed with the crying of men and the cheers of girls.

He watched the girl's disappearing figure, and said something hoarsely, "Lola, you're running." But his voice was drowned out by the sudden tide.

Soon, the setting sun sank completely under the sea surface, taking away all the light, the world was gloomy, and the man's eyes could not see the girl's back clearly.

She runs very far.

The dream gradually shattered, Leno opened his eyes suddenly, and what was reflected in front of him was the ceiling of the wooden house.Tears were still flowing from the corners of his old eyes. After a long time, he stretched out his trembling hand and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, but he couldn't hold the cigarette body, and the cigarette fell to the ground.

"Are you okay, Leno?" Connell leaned over, picked up the cigarette, and asked in surprise.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Leno covered his cheeks with his hands, and said hoarsely: "She ran, Cornell, I saw her run, right in front of me." It was obviously 50 years old An old man with a smile on his face like a young man,
"Looking at your appearance, I suspect that your brain is burned out." Cornell said lightly, "My guest should be coming soon. There is only one today, so it's not difficult to deal with."

"Really." Leno was silent for a moment, "Then I won't disturb your work."

"No, just watch here, I'm a little worried about you."

"Well, I'm just too tired to walk." Leno sighed.

Boom, boom, boom boom.There was an annoying knock on the door.Cornell moved forward in three steps at a time, opened the door, and looked outside the door. Standing outside the door was an old man wearing sunglasses and cloth clothes. His stubble and white hair were white. The height is nearly 1.9 meters, and his body is very muscular. His muscles are covered by thin clothes. It is hard to imagine how oppressive his appearance was when he was young.

The old man took off his sunglasses slowly. He had a scar on one eye and a white cloud in the other eye, which made his eyes sharp like an eagle.

"Are you the dreamer?"

"That's right." Cornell said lightly, "Please sit down, old man, I remember that the dream you asked for was to go back to Alaska in 1923. I restored the scene at that time based on the data."

"So mysterious?" The old man put on his sunglasses with a blank expression on his face, and sat down on the chair two steps forward.

Cornell stretched out his right index finger, and a bubble floated up, "Before entering the dream, please ask your name."

"What's your name?" The old man raised his head, stared at the ceiling, and said after pondering for two seconds, "I forgot my name, but in my memory...my friends seem to call me 'craftsman'."

"Craftsman?" Cornell raised his eyebrows. "It's really unique. In short, you only need to hold this bubble, and you can enter the dreamland."

"I see." The old man nodded, stretched out his hand to hold the ball of bubbles floating in the air, and murmured, "Alaska, what did I experience there..."

Cornell and Leno looked at each other, their eyes were a little strange, this old man who claimed to be a craftsman, said that he experienced something in Alaska in 1923, but that was a full 100 years ago, if the old man of that era People who can live to this day are probably too old to even speak.

As the old man held the ball of air bubbles, his eyes behind the sunglasses gradually closed, and his body slowly leaned against the rear wall, as quiet as an old monk in meditation.

"Did he pay?" Leno took a puff of his cigarette with a strange expression on his face.

"Paid." Cornell said lightly, "Use the money to do things. Anyway, the money is in hand, so he can do whatever he likes. It seems that this person is a bit demented."

At this moment, another guest came in from outside the wooden house. It was a young man in a black coat with a black cat on his shoulder.

"Hi, I made an appointment for a dream." The young man said.

"You are?" Cornell frowned, "In my schedule, I should have only one guest today, and he is sitting here."

"Then I want to trade with you directly, is that okay?" The young man said, taking out a bag of francs and slapping it on the table.

Looking at the sack of francs, Cornell and Leno looked at each other with surprised expressions.

After a while, Cornell took out a pen and paper from the cabinet and adjusted his glasses: "It's not impossible, I'm idle anyway." He paused, "But first, I need your name and the content of the dream. "

"My name is Xia Mingwei." The young man sat down at the table and said slowly, "As for the content of the dream, it's a long story."

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