Chen Yuanming opened his eyes, and he found himself standing on a spacious street, which was a crossroad with towering reinforced concrete buildings on both sides. There were a lot of cars, and each of them drove with extreme caution, as if they were on the lookout for colliding with other vehicles. On the contrary, there were very few pedestrians on the road. Everyone covered their faces with masks, and walked in a hurry. When they saw him, they always stopped for a while and turned around, as if they had encountered an epidemic and had to escape.
How is this going? Chen Yuanming put his hand on his forehead, thinking hard, his palm was so cold and sticky with sweat.
Suddenly, a harsh whistle sounded, and an ambulance rushed across the street, as if avoiding a flood and beasts, all the vehicles fled in a hurry to make way for it. A voice seemed to be whispering in his ear, look, there's another disease...
Chen Yuanming stopped and raised his head, he suddenly remembered. This is Zhongguancun, in 2003. This year, a vicious infectious disease called * shrouded the entire city of Beijing. The shadow of death was so terrifying that universities closed their doors, shops closed, jobs stopped, and the whole city devoted its energy to fighting the disease.
Zhongguancun is also a deeply affected area. It has been less than 2 years since he bought the shop, and his business has just started, but he encountered such an emergency. His former ambition was defeated by reality, and he was shaken. He spent a lot of time browsing the Internet every day, looking for some sustenance in that world.
During this time, he first began to learn about stocks in depth, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally tried it. 2003 was not a good year, but in this big bear market, he still made some money, it was no worse than when he opened a store, he didn't have to go out, and it was very easy. Maybe you have some talent for stock trading
For the past two days, thoughts have always lingered in my mind. Should he go out and focus on stocks. But this kind of business is so sinister. He has read a lot of books, including the sudden wealth of stock subscription coupons in 1992, and the 12 gold medals in 1996, and the limit of more than 600 stocks. This is a much more dangerous world than selling computers. There are bookmakers who manipulate the market, and there are retail investors who lose everything. He is just a newcomer who knows nothing about stocks. Weird world
Chen Yuanming took a step forward, his thoughts kept rolling. He wants to curb his madness. *One day will pass. With the increase of the Internet speed, computers will be further settled in thousands of households. This is a golden avenue and should not be easily given up. Another voice is persuading him that the country has been cracking down on bookmakers for a long time, and the crash has lasted for 2 years. Maybe there will be a fiery bull market soon, and the order of the stock market will be more stable, and more million, Multimillionaire. The competition in the computer industry is too fierce, the profit of spare parts has been suppressed to a minimum, and there is also the suppression of upstream suppliers. He entered the industry too late and could not make a lot of money. He still has so many ambitions, he should muster up the courage and give it a try...
After a pause, Chen Yuanming suddenly remembered what he saw on the Internet two days ago. Yes, he has no relevant experience, but it may not be impossible to learn. You can go to a night school first to make up for your lack of financial knowledge, and at the same time take care of the store. When you are successful in your studies, you can join the stock market and make a future in this market.
Where is that well-reputed night school from? Ah, yes, in Hangzhou...
The moment the word rushed into his mind, Chen Yuanming suddenly became in a trance, and he found that there was something more in his mind, a vague figure, a soft teasing, a big market that jumped, a joyous scene that staggered, and... a car accident...
There was a sharp pain in his head, Chen Yuanming hugged his head and squatted down in pain. His memory seems to have been tampered with, why does he see things he shouldn't see, those chaotic memories about the future, he is in Zhongguancun, he is... ah, no, why is there no Jun Teng here...
Raising his head suddenly, he re-examined the building, towering into the clouds, row upon row, but he could never find the office building he longed to see. In the panic, other memories flooded in. This time he became a prophet, a financial tycoon who can rely on his memory to turn clouds and rains. He created many industries and achieved amazing results. He also found a person, a Lovers who can be together for life.
Then, they got into a car accident. He maybe...
His lips began to tremble, the two memories tearing at each other like crazy vines, stirring his nerves. Chen Yuanming's knees began to tremble, cold sweat and stinging pain all over his body. Which memory is the real one? Where is he, who is he...
Everything around him began to blur, and Chen Yuanming looked at the disintegrating world in front of him in despair. This is just a dream, maybe he has already died, and he has already finished his life completely. Now, it's time to put an end to this dream, he should let go, he should watch it all come to an end, and finally become eternal darkness...
…
Yuanming…
Chen Yuanming…
After an unknown amount of time, in the desperate darkness, a voice penetrated the layers of darkness. Chen Yuanming raised his head and looked at where the voice came from. There, someone was calling him. His hand suddenly sank, as if being held by another warm palm. Chen Yuanming was familiar with this hand. He held it with him, and he had come a long way.
I'm going to catch him, I'm going to find him, I'm going to... Live!
Being held by that hand, Chen Yuanming stumbled and ran. His heartbeat began to accelerate, and the darkness and chaos that surrounded him gradually became thinner. In front of him, a light began to dance, if there was nothing, from the stars, until the brilliance filled the sky.
He opened his eyes.
After a long period of darkness, the brightness of the incandescent lamp was so dazzling that physiological tears welled up in the eyes.
"Yuanming, you are awake!"
A familiar voice came from the pillow. Chen Yuanming turned his head little by little, his movements were so slow, as if he was afraid of waking up from this beautiful dream. However, the warm palm grabbed in front of him to give the result, the hand grabbed him firmly, and a kiss fell on the back of the hand.
"Great, you're finally awake."
Chen Yuanming's eyes were locked on the young man beside the bed. His eyes were a little black, his jaw was blue, and he seemed to have forgotten to shave, and his whole person became haggard. But he wasn't hurt, he was fine...
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, "You're fine..."
"What?" Xiao Junyi asked back as if he didn't hear clearly.
"Car accident..." He spat out two words, Chen Yuanming tightened his fingers and grabbed his lover more firmly, "You're not injured, that's great..."
However, this kind of sincere happiness has brought confusion to the other party. Xiao Junyi stretched out his hand and touched Chen Yuanming's forehead, "Are you still having a fever? How could there be a car accident? You started to have a fever last night, and it reached more than 40 degrees in one breath. , I drove you to the emergency room..."
What... Chen Yuanming blinked, and suddenly struggled to get up, his whole body was wrapped in stinging pain, but there were no bandages, no plaster, only the needle stuck on the back of his hand, and the hanging bottle by the bed. How can this be! He must have been in a car accident!
"Yuanming!" Xiao Junyi saw that Chen Yuanming's expression was wrong, and immediately stood up nervously and held his shoulders, "Yuanming, calm down, there is no traffic accident here, I am afraid you are confused and have a nightmare."
Nightmare? As if frozen, Chen Yuanming stopped all movements and fell back onto the pillow stiffly. Is that a dream? Or is it just a dream in his delusion
What is real, what is illusory, and what is his dream but can't get it.
"What year is today, where am I, you..." His fingers trembled slightly, Chen Yuanming hooked his hand with his fingertips, "Are you real, Xiao Junyi, are you also in my dream? Part of it will eventually disappear..."
Hold. Xiao Junyi only felt a twist in his heart, and his nose was a little sour. My lover, who seemed to be invincible and calm and calm, was lying weakly on the hospital bed at this time, with red eyes, trembling lips, and even the fingertips were cold and weak, just wanting to grasp something, afraid of disappearing suddenly.
The doctor said that it was a viral fever caused by overwork, and that he had pushed himself to the limit again in a place he didn't know. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Junyi stood up from the chair and sat on Chen Yuanming's hospital bed.
"It's February 1997, Beijing. You've just come back from Hong Kong, and we had a sweet night together - although the second half was a bit tragic - you see, I'm by your side, intact. No car accident, Yuanming, You're just too tired and weak, causing a viral fever..."
Dry and warm fingers brushed away the cold sweat on Chen Yuanming's forehead, and a soft kiss fell.
"Do you remember? Or do I need to do something else to prove that I am a real big living person..."
The pair of slightly curved peach blossom eyes had a warm smile, as well as pity and intimacy. His voice echoed in his ears, his body temperature wrapped around his body, he held his hand firmly and powerfully, and his pale eyes filled with his figure.
This is not a dream.
Chen Yuanming's tense nerves finally eased, and the tiredness and tingling caused by the high heat struck again. He just had a fever and confused past and present lives in nightmares. Looking back now, the details of the car accident were too similar. Perhaps in the depths of my memory, fear was never far away, but it changed its form and stretched its claws to the person I loved deeply.
Seeing Chen Yuanming's gradually relaxed expression, Xiao Junyi adjusted his sitting posture and asked back with interest, "I'm still curious about what kind of dream you had that made you lose your temper like this. Would you like to tell me? ?"
Chen Yuanming stared blankly at the lover in front of him. He actually knew that Xiao Junyi's words were just to comfort him and make him relax. But at this moment, the backlog of secrets in his heart suddenly became unbearable. He loved the man in front of him more deeply than he imagined, far exceeding his destiny of self-protection. Then, he should not deceive him anymore, maybe only by speaking out, can the shadow of those nightmares be dispelled and he can be comforted...
His lips moved slightly, and Chen Yuanming opened his mouth.
"I had a dream, since 1991..."
(End of this chapter)
The author has something to say: You little goblins, why do you always doubt the mother's attributes of the nest! Be careful that one day the nest suddenly turns black! !
It will be over soon. If you don't fry the fish, there is still a chance. Who would have thought that there will be a lot of frying to make the nest so good.>_