LIGHTNOVELONLINE 1040 Dreamland 1
1040 Dreamland 1
That night, Yu Yang dragged his heavy body, and the thoughts of solving Li Qingtian's affairs still lingered in his mind. He believed in Ye Xuan, but he had to think about this kind of thing.
Yu Yang closed his eyes and prayed that he could enter the dreamland as soon as possible, get out of this chaotic and complicated world, and come to the peaceful and pure land of the soul.
Dream is the junction of reality and illusion, and also the frontier of pain and tranquility. She is a beautiful fantasy and a cruel reality.
She is an elf who can drill into people's heads. She sometimes carries people's good expectations for the world, and along with people's joy and happiness, she reaches the ultimate concern in everyone's heart.
However, it carries the most painful suffering in people's hearts, uncovers the bloody scars that people can't avoid, and happily mocks people's pain.
Dreams are often rebellious, and a sweet dream often appears in an inadvertent, random fall asleep, but it is unforgettable for a lifetime.
However, when you prayed to him most sincerely, hoping to get rid of the misery on earth and reach bliss, she weaves an abyss, fear, and unbearable reality for you with mockery, which is higher than the dream.
Yu Yang opened his eyes, and he saw a familiar scene.
A scene he didn't want to remember the most in his life, a mattress made of black linen, pillows stacked high with tattered clothes.
And the one he used as a quilt was a fox fur coat that his mother found while rummaging through the rubbish heap for him one winter night as a birthday present for Yu Yang.
The weathered wooden bed, the wooden table with a missing corner, the pitted china bowl, the dim oil lamp, and the cramped and dim environment are all his nightmares.
The shadow never disappears, he will reappear in a certain place, in a certain form.
He will not weaken, he is like a good wine that has been aged for many years, the more it is placed, the more intense the taste will be.
Yu Yang trembled as he tried to get up from the bed, his hungry arms slowly pushed his body, and a sense of emptiness struck, his arms were soft.
Yu Yang's head slammed heavily on the bed frame, causing a dizziness in his head.
Holding his head in his hands, he rolled on the bed, screaming, but he couldn't make a sound.
He didn't know if it was the tinnitus caused by dizziness or the loss of voice caused by fear, he felt his stomach screaming and churning.
His heart was beating weakly and violently. His lungs shrunk to the point of suffocation.
He bit the fox fur coat that he cherished so much, panting and moaning silently.
As if a soldier disarmed, he stopped rolling and turned his back to the ceiling, his pupils seemed to be out of focus, like a corpse lying in a small coffin, until two lines of tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes...
He couldn't see the expression on his face, but he knew that it would be unimaginable fear.
He wanted to lie down until hunger filled his body, until he died of starvation on the bed, until the corpse rotted, until the whole house weathered into sand, until the world collapsed.
He is willing to be with nothingness and darkness all day long, and he is unwilling to go out and experience it again.
A familiar, sharp and miserable scream seemed to grab Yu Yang, who was like a corpse, and the sharp scream was accompanied by a man's playful roar.
The voice condensed, compressed, and turned into a white and tough silk thread, which was tightly wrapped around Yu Yang's neck, while suffocating Yu Yang, he dragged him to the place where the voice was.
He saw it, saw a picture he never wanted to see in his life.
His father had an expression of madness and joy, like a cannibal clown in a movie.
Holding the whip in his hand, he lifted it up high, and fell sharply. The whip drew a semicircle in the air.
Mother spread out on the ground like a dying dog.
His eyes were fixed on the falling whip, he was breathing hard, and the breath he exhaled seemed to be filled with fear.
The whip fell and hit the mother hard in the face, and the father listened expectantly...
Hearing the sound of the whip hitting the flesh, the accompanying scream of the mother, the father listened with enjoyment, as if listening to the light music, the heavy breathing showed his excitement.
He swung the whip to the penetrating music, as if dancing to the music.
Every time I hit, my mother's body twitched and screamed...
Yu Yang's heart was burning, boiling, giving birth to a force, and ran towards the man.
He grabbed the man's throat with one hand, clenched the other into a fist, and stared at the man's face, that fat, dirty, ugly, terrifying face.
With a contemptuous smile on his father's face, he looked at Yu Yang like a weak sheep.
Looking at the man, Yu Yang felt a darkness of nothingness enveloped him, where time stood still, killing enthusiasm and drowning strength.
Yu Yang's hands suddenly lost strength and fell to his hips.
"'々 He still couldn't fight, he still couldn't fight..." ".Sun"
His father's face immediately showed a look of ferociousness and violence. He raised his whip and turned to Yu Yang, raised it high, and beat him with all his strength.
Yu Yang howled vigorously with the sound of the whip, not because of the pain of the whip, but because Yu Yang knew that the harder he howled, the more excited his father was, and the stronger he was.
The sooner you consume it, the less whiplash you can get...