Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 35 Can’t sleep
The familiar bed, the familiar hut, the familiar cold air from the air conditioner.

Plus, this dream was very short compared to yesterday’s dream which seemed like a lifetime.

Allowing Shi Fei to remember most of the contents of his dream.

He remembered many people and events in the dream clearly. He could even remember the feeling of being drained of blood in the river.

"Next time I must choose a way to die that is not so slow!" Shi Fei muttered to himself.

The feeling of waiting to die is too real.

As for this dream, I found it interesting at the beginning but boring at the end.

Bullying does not make him happy.

He is not a person who enjoys bullying others.

How can there be happiness if people bully each other?

The person in the dream who intimidated others with his martial arts, was he really him?
Is the person in the dream really yourself?

With a sigh, he picked up his phone and checked the time. It was only 2:30 in the morning!
If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be less than nine o'clock before he went to bed.

So he only slept for five and a half hours?
After getting up to go to the toilet, Shi Fei lay down again and continued to sleep.

He closed his eyes, but after a while, he couldn't fall asleep.

It's the feeling of being very sleepy and wanting to sleep, but just not being able to fall asleep.

Can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep!!!

So uncomfortable!

Shi Fei tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep. He had no choice but to start playing with his phone.

As we all know, if you can't sleep and play with your phone, you will become more energetic the more you play.

By the time Shi Fei realized that something was wrong and he had to go to bed, it was already 4:30 in the morning.

Oh, why can't I control my hand!
At this time, Shi Fei was very sleepy, but couldn't fall asleep.

"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep... four hundred and ninety-nine sheep..."

He slept on his side, then on his back, but could never find a comfortable sleeping position.

He was filled with anxiety that prevented him from sleeping, and it made him feel very uncomfortable!

Damn it, why am I suffering from insomnia?

After finally making it to daybreak, Shi Fei gave up on sleeping and prepared to go for a run.

Damn!

He must have gone out for a few laps just now, and maybe he fell asleep after coming back!
What are you playing with your phone?

He got up, washed up, looked at himself in the mirror with red eyes, and felt a little stupid.

It's not his fault. Anyone who can't sleep at night will try to find a way to sleep instead of running a few laps.

What if I get more energetic the more I run?
After going downstairs, it was almost daylight. He ran (walked) five kilometers along the route he had taken yesterday.

Halfway through the journey, I felt so hungry that I decided to find a bun shop to have breakfast.

Four hours have passed since two o'clock in the middle of the night until now, a little after six o'clock.

Can you not be hungry?

Just as he was about to have breakfast, he suddenly heard and smelled a fragrance.

That's the smell of fried fish.

The mixture of fish, flour and oil gave off a peculiar aroma.

Following the aroma, Shi Fei saw a No. 2 Factory Vegetable Market not far away. In the vegetable market, there was a stall frying fish, shrimps, and crabs.

Some people would buy fried whole fish at the market and cook them at home, while others would buy fried crispy small fish and shrimp and sprinkle some pepper and salt on them.

But there are very few people selling this early in the morning.

Shi Fei knew that the second factory used to be a glass factory. The workers worked in either three shifts or two shifts. Six o'clock in the morning was still a dream for most people, but for them, it was the end of a day's work.

They attach great importance to breakfast, calling it "overtime", and even drink in the morning, calling it "early wine".

Obviously, the people selling fried fish early in the morning were targeting them, those who worked at night. Shi Fei saw the orange fish just out of the pan and couldn't help wanting to eat it.

"How much do you sell this little fish?" Shi Fei asked, pointing at the fried fish.

He was referring to fried small fish. The small fish was only the length of a finger, fried until crispy, and tasted completely free of fish bones. Sprinkled with salt and pepper, it was very fragrant.

The owner of the fried fish stall was a man in his fifties or sixties. He was wearing old gray-brown clothes and an apron and standing next to the oil pan.

The faint smell of oil smoke made him frown. He glanced at Shi Fei and said, "Fifty yuan a pound!"

"Fifty yuan a pound?" Shi Fei couldn't help but ask, "Why is your fish so expensive?"

This stuff usually costs 15 yuan per pound, but the stall owner sells it for 50 yuan per pound, which is really expensive.

The stall owner didn't say anything, which meant it was up to you to buy or not.

Shi Fei shook his head and prepared to leave. He usually only spent 7 or 8 yuan on breakfast. This thing cost more than 10 yuan if he weighed it casually. It was not cost-effective.

As if seeing Shi Fei was about to leave, the stall owner said, "It's normal for the fresh fish caught last night to be expensive."

Even if he caught the fish this morning, it shouldn’t be so expensive!

Shi Feicai didn't want to be a sucker, so he left without looking back.

The stall owner looked at Shi Fei's back and muttered, "You don't know what's good."

After finding a steamed bun shop and having breakfast, Shi Fei continued to walk (run) back home.

It’s not that he can’t run, it’s just that after a meal he is only suitable for walking slowly, not running.

I will vomit.

When passing by a municipal park, Shi Fei saw a group of people dancing with swords again.

The dance they performed was the 32-style Tai Chi sword.

In the past, Shi Fei always felt puzzled when watching them dance with swords, but now he suddenly understood something.

It seems... these sword techniques have been deleted, and only the moves that are good for strengthening the body and for viewing are retained.

From this set of sword techniques, one can infer the original sword techniques and even the original boxing techniques.

The sword is the fist and the fist is the sword!
As long as the method of exerting force is the same and the moves are the same, having a sword in hand is swordsmanship, and not having a sword in hand is boxing!
But how does he know all this!

This knowledge seemed to pop out of my mind all of a sudden.

Was it the feedback from the martial arts knowledge in his dream?
Damn, can knowledge learned in dreams be taken seriously?
He can practice randomly in his dreams, but can he practice randomly in reality?

Isn't that seeking death?

Shaking his head, Shi Fei stopped looking at the sword dance and continued running (walking).

After returning, I went to work on time. When he arrived at the company, it was only 8:20.

I wonder if people who arrive early like him will be scolded for being too arrogant!

But their company is not big, only 7 people. The boss is usually not in the company, either entertaining or running projects, or playing mahjong.

Apart from the finance department, there are only six people left, divided into three groups to deal with different customers.

Lao Liu is Shi Fei's partner.

It was just that Lao Liu came late today as usual. His eyes were also red.

"What's wrong? Didn't you get enough rest?" Shi Fei said as he watched Lao Liu take out the thermos and put it on the table.

Old Liu sighed and said, "Don't mention it. Wasn't there a family gathering yesterday?"

Shi Fei nodded and said, "I heard you say that yesterday."

"It was mainly my wife's side that came yesterday," Lao Liu said. "A few cousins, a big family. After dinner, we went to KTV."

KTV is not just commercial KTV, there are also regular mass-market ones, which are very suitable for family gatherings after dinner.

"After that, after singing, I had a barbecue downstairs with my wife. By the time we lay down on the bed, it was already past two o'clock." Lao Liu finally finished talking about what happened last night:

"Today is Sunday, they don't have to work, so they can go crazy, but we have to go to work!"

(End of this chapter)