Chapter 2 two

two Every morning I go to work and sit behind my desk.Someone came over and asked: Lao Wang, dream?I waved my hand and said: Pumpkin tofu!This scene is like a regular customer ordering in a restaurant, but it is not.As mentioned earlier, everyone dreams when they fall asleep, which has become a social problem.The solution is as follows: Before going to work, a special person will record everyone's dreams and organize them for filing.In this way, when you think that your bad thoughts have been recorded, you will not dare to commit crimes, and you will have clues to investigate if you do crimes.I think that's an amazingly good idea.The female colleague in front of me is here to record dreams.I said to her, pumpkin tofu.That said, I dreamed of a pumpkin, a piece of tofu.The people around laughed together, that is to say, they didn't think it was a dream.In fact, this is indeed a dream, but it was done many years ago.She wrote it down and said: It's time for a change.It's always pumpkin tofu.That is to say, I think my dreams are too monotonous.I said: If you think it is not good, you can write it as watermelon cheese.Others laughed for a while.Then, others took turns talking about their dreams; all dreams seemed familiar...

Some people's dreams are rich and colorful, and they can't finish talking, which makes the little girl giggle non-stop.Sometimes, he interrupted the narration, and said in a strong and powerful bass voice: write it down, the next hundred words will be omitted, and everyone in the office will burst into laughter.But I said nothing.This kid is talking.He's new here, so he won't last long.Now he is talking about his dreams in the boss's time, and these dreams have to be written down in the boss's paper, not to mention that such wild dreams will cause trouble for the boss—and the boss is looking out from the small office.By the way, no one can say that the owner is stingy because he provides toilet paper in the toilet.But no one can say that the boss is generous, because no matter who comes out of the bathroom, he will go in and measure the toilet paper immediately.My reported dreams were short and I used to go to the public restroom a lot, but that doesn't make me a good employee, because I dozed off again as soon as I sat down.And the reason I dozed off was because I had watched it.If you don't fall asleep, you will have to listen to some boring TV shows after a while.This is because some people are too lazy to look for dreams from books and can only watch them on TV.From these facts, I speculate that everyone will not dream long ago, and the dreams that are spoken are all made up.But why I still dream is really interesting.

There is one thing you must already know, but I want to mention it: each of us has a dream file, which is stored in the District Dream Office.In theory the archives are confidential, but in practice they are completely public.You can see anyone's file, just make up an excuse, for example, my cousin is getting married soon, and I was entrusted by my aunt to look at this person's dream file.Because TV, newspapers and periodicals are not good to watch, many people have turned to this idea, and there are many people in the archives.I also went there to see the dream, but the dream was not good.As mentioned earlier, some people will dream of "Meat Futon", but because of the low style of those dreams, they cannot be grasped internally.The borrowed ones are exactly the same as TV and newspapers.By the way, people who write novels and scripts nowadays can’t dream, so they copy each other, all of which are extremely tasteless... One day I went there to investigate the future "cousin-in-law", and suddenly I had an idea and said my own. Name.As we all know, one cannot marry one's cousin, because it will give birth to imbecile children.But my case is special, I have no cousins, no aunts and aunts at all, so it is very safe.Even if I have one, I'm not afraid, I can take steps to not have children-I mean, if a cousin wants to marry me, I would like to.As for why I want to see my own dreams, I can't tell.The little girl borrowing dreams smiled at me and said: Just borrow this one, this one is the best.It should be admitted that what I said made me feel confused, I don't know what I dreamed...

About our life, it may be added, it is lackluster, as I see it when I go to work in the morning, gray soot, gray houses, gray fog.I have a white china mug on my desk, as it always does.I am used to seeing these scenes, and I am eager to fall asleep. When I was young I broke my right leg, and when I got old it trailed me uselessly behind me.In the evening I went for a walk on a street paved with stones.I remember that there are such streets in some small towns in the south, but this is not the south of China; I also remember that there are such streets in some cities in Europe, but this is not Europe either.The street was empty.An old man with a disability walking alone on such a street is really worrying.But I don't worry about myself because I have an anti-robbery plan.I held a cane on my right hand. The lower part of the cane had an iron sheath and was filled with lead.If I see a suspicious person, I rush a few steps towards a light pole.When the left hand grabs something, it will not be dragged down by the sick leg.Then I waved my stick again: I'd like to see what kind of villain could stand the blow of this stick.While thinking this way, he suddenly saw a suspicious guy.If the Zhejiang people don't mind, I would say that he seems to be one of their fellow countrymen; if they mind, I would say that he looks like no one else.The small man, with neat teeth exposed, said to me: Uncle, do you want to exchange foreign currency?I hastened to say: I don't change anything; at the same time, I quickened my pace.The fellow came after me in a jerk; but instead of throwing himself on my right, he threw himself on my left, and took hold of my left elbow.This hand held my good leg under control.To make matters worse, the cane I carried in my right hand couldn't hit him.So I couldn't help but walked into an alley with him.The alley was dark, and the houses on both sides seemed to be abandoned, and it was useless to call for help.At the end of the alley, there was a lighted basement facing the street.The window looked like a piece of yellow cardboard.