Chapter 346: Seeing Through Tears

(10) When you wake up from a dream

She weaved a thick cocoon into her life.

It was woven of a fine, flexible, non-existent silk, a silk of pain.

She was angry, anxious, and even tormented herself, wanting to protest with her death.

But the thick net still couldn't break.

She was finally overcome by fatigue and fell asleep.

She had many dreams, many beautiful dreams, and even dreams of love and having children......

In her dreams, she found comfort and strength.

When she woke up from her dream, she suddenly understood: only she can save herself!

So, she used her teeth to bite off the filaments she spit out one by one, biting through the cocoons she had weaved.

Do you say she's a silkworm moth? No, it's me!

Do you say she's me? No, I don't have wings.

(11) Through tears

When did I start journaling?

It was after an EEG.

I don't know how many times I said that I had a headache and a fall, but finally a doctor wrote me and took me for several days of examination, and that was the first time I walked out of the big iron gate of the fourth ward.

The doctor's surname is Deng, and he is the head of the fourth ward, and everyone calls her Director Deng.

That day, the doctor put something in my hair and then applied the electricity, and my scalp had pins and needles and tingling.

When I came out of the outpatient building, I saw green grass and red flowers, blue sky and white clouds......

I am filled with the deepest sympathy for someone who has a problem with his eyes, and I am glad that I am recovering.

I remember when I was a child, my head was also injured, and after that, there were many black spots flying in front of my eyes, and then only one was left in my left eye.

I wonder if the black dot is still there, but most of the things in front of me now seem to be seen through tears.

In fact, my eyes were filled with tears all the time, and these tears had nothing to do with sadness, but were a problem with the optic nerve itself.

It seems that I copied "People on the Journey" in my notebook before, it was two years ago, right?

Now this song is popular in the four wards, and I'm copying it again.

The pale-faced old lady in her 60s asked me to copy a copy for her, and she was in a hurry to ask for it.

Another old lady with very dark skin and many wrinkles was waiting for her, and it was impossible to tell which of them was older.

"Go to the place of the dream, and I will not repent of being wrong. "Is the lady yearning for this, or is it comfort?

Perhaps she is more interested in the other sentence: "Life is already full of troubles, so what about one more time?"

What about me, "I'm not afraid of being lonely and lonely on the journey, as long as you miss me too"?

He's come to see me. He was shaved and very energetic.

I only saw it clearly for a few seconds before I became dizzy and my ears rang......

I forgot what I told him.

I just remember him asking me a question that only idiots ask.

I can no longer use my speech to ward off the fear of auditory hallucinations.

I looked at his back and knew he was going to disappear, nothing left of my life.