Tan Jiao
I opened my eyes abruptly to find myself lying on my sofa at ho.
My brain froze.
I recall hearing the rain tapping away at the window and could even feel the chilliness of a rainy night. However, the familiarity I felt reminded of where I amthe room, the sofa, and the cupboard.
After I sat up and drank so hot water I poured from my thermal flask, the sensations I felt gradually seed real.
So I took a nap just now and dread about the trip from a few weeks ago? Yet, the dream felt extrely real, down to every little detail. Every word I said and all the sensations I felt were still fresh in my mory. Even the sensation of the fine-sand-textured curtains on the balcony lingered on my fingertips.
I looked up at the clock and saw that it was only ten sothing in the morning. Leaning on the railing of my balcony while basking in the sun, my heart cald down as I thought to myself, This shouldnt be. I never t up with that guy after having that heated argunt on the first day of boarding that ship. Nor did I contact him after the trip.Like a floating cloud, he vanished without a leaving trace. So why would I have this dream that left a deep impression?
I went back to the living room, turned on my computer, and shared my doubts with my best friend, Zhuang Yu.
Zhuang Yu, whose real na was Zhou Xiaoyu, was also a web novel author. Zhuang Yu was famous for her thriller science fiction stories on the internet. We both stayed in the city of Dali, but she was younger than and was still in college. Our friendship was perfectly harmonious, and our thoughts were always synchronized. There was nothing we could not talk about when we were together.
I asked her, Yuer. Why did I dream about that ship and him?
Zhuang Yu replied, The identity is not important. The fact is you dreamt about a guy.
Zhuang Yu continued, Youre thirsting for so love, virgin Zhu.
[TL note: Female leads pen na is Qi Zhu.]
I replied calmly, Hehe Youre speaking as though youre not a virgin.
... Why are we in for a tit-for-tat?
Hahaha, bla it on our hollow writer hearts.
After making an appointnt with Zhuang Yu for lunch tomorrow, she went offline to continue with her studies. As for , I went on the net for news articles as usual; this was one of the ways I found inspiration.
Living in the city center, I stayed alone in an apartnt that I paid the down paynt for using all the money I received from my best-seller last year. (In fact, it was the book that that jerk threw to the ground).
I slept until I woke up naturally, and then I went for a stroll downstairs to look for food. That was my daily life. I work at ho during the day: reading, researching for materials, or writing. In the evening or on the weekend, I would go shopping or have dinner with my friends. Sotis, I would simply stay at ho all day and play gas. As for trips like last ti on the ship, it would depend on my mood. When I have an impulse, I might just sign up for a trip and go on vacation.
That was why it was not completely unreasonable to say that people like us were empty and thirsty for love.
A netizen exposed that the son of a wealthy man was caught during an anti-pornography operation. I lost interest after taking a brief look at the photo of the young master; not only was he ugly, but he was also old-fashioned.
According to a public account, a murder case allegedly occurred in a small neighborhood in the city a few days ago. The victim, who died a grueso death, was a woman in her forties, and there were even signs of sexual assault. My curiosity aroused, I took a look at the blurry photo of the victim; it showed a corpse covered in nurous wounds of unknown cause. It was rather terrifying.
However, a netizen swiftly ca out with a logical explanation, claiming that the photo was photoshopped. Others were even trying to scare people by saying that this was not the first case, but rather a series of homicides. They claid that a man in his thirties had died similarly; they even posted his na and workplace. Yet, another netizen ca out strongly saying, Bullshit! XX and I were colleagues working in the sa company. He died in a car crash
That was how news on the internet wasa mixture of truth and falsehood that left everyone intoxicated. With my daily consumption of such food for thought, it is no wonder that I am unable to find a boyfriend.
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