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This article is about traveling through a book and the definition of a parallel space. It is a temporary storage for my brain. Please do not compare it with real history. Thank you very much!

"Juan'er, Xiaojuan, are you awake?"

A voice came to Xu Mengyao's ears. Then a warm hand covered her forehead. She could feel the roughness of her hand, and the calluses on the palm were probably there, which pricked her forehead slightly.

"I feel like she doesn't have a fever. Why isn't she waking up yet? I have to go make her a bowl of egg tea to nourish her." She walked away with the sound of tapping footsteps.

Xu Mengyao opened her eyes and was stunned to see the thatched roof above her. She then looked at the surrounding walls. The upper part of the wall connecting to the thatched roof was made of adobe, while the lower part was made of stone for about a meter, and the ground was compacted earth.

"What's going on? Am I dreaming again? This time, it's about a period piece?" Touching the hard wooden bed beneath her, Xu Mengyao thought to herself, "You know what, this experience feels pretty real."

Xu Mengyao, a wealthy full-time purchasing agent, likes to read novels in her spare time. She is a perennial late-night reader, a long-time user of Tomato, with a reading time of over 5,000. She turns off the lights and lies in bed to read every night. Her mother asked her to turn on the lights, but she said it would affect her immersion.

It was not until recently that she went to the hospital for a check-up because her vision of distant objects became increasingly blurry, and she could not even see the seconds on the traffic lights clearly.

Wow, the eye that was originally 5.0 is now myopic and astigmatic, and the degree of the two eyes is different!

"I've been in school for so many years and I'm not short-sighted. In junior high school, I read most of the Harry Potter books in bed with a crystal ball in seven colors, and I didn't get short-sighted. Now that I've graduated and have been able to read freely for a few years, I'm short-sighted!" Xu Mengyao muttered angrily as she sat on the stool.

"Go back and protect your eyes. If young people use their mobile phones excessively, it may become glaucoma, which can cause blindness," the doctor advised.

She was so scared that she never dared to read novels like this again. She started listening to novels instead. She fell asleep every night with real people talking to her. Her dreams were all strange and bizarre. In addition, Xu Mengyao had the habit of getting up at night. After waking up from one dream, she would have other dreams when she went back to bed. Sometimes she would have three or four dreams in one night. She could still remember them clearly when she woke up. She felt very tired.

Seeing how depressed she looked, Xu's mother took her to see a Chinese doctor for treatment. Now her symptoms have improved a lot, and she hasn't had such a realistic dream for a long time.

Just as she was thinking about it, she smelled a sweet smell coming from afar. Xu Mengyao looked up and saw a woman in her thirties holding a bowl with steam coming out of it and emitting bursts of fragrance.

"Juan, you're awake! I was so scared. Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" The woman saw her looking at her and quickly took two steps forward to ask.

“…Mother?” Facing this woman who claimed to be her mother, she secretly complained: This woman looks to be in her thirties, and I’m 28 years old. Calling her mother is too much of a generation too low!

"What's wrong? Are you hungry? Drink the egg tea quickly." The woman helped her up and handed the bowl to her mouth and fed her.

She quickly took the bowl. The yellow and sweet frangipani was dripped with sesame oil. It tasted really good. This was her first time drinking it. It made her stomach feel warm and comfortable, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her body.

"Okay, lie down quickly and cover yourself with the quilt. Don't let your sweat get to you and catch a cold. Mom has to go cook." The woman took the bowl and hurried out again.

Xu Mengyao lay on the hard bed and thought that this dream was not in vain. When she woke up, she would ask her mother to make this soup for them. There must be a tutorial on the short video anyway. It looked quite simple. Her mother should be able to succeed.

Until she lay there in pain all over, the scene did not change,

"What's going on? Normally, I should get up and pee at this time." She was a little impatient.

After a while, she felt the urge to urinate and she breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, a little girl with pigtails came skipping in, lying on the bed, looking at her with big eyes and asked:

"Second sister, are you okay?"

"fine"

"Then what are you doing on the bed with your hands on your stomach?"

“…I need to pee…”

Xu Mengyao blushed and said that her bladder was aching slightly. Why couldn't she wake up from this dream?

"Then why don't you go?"

Woo woo woo X﹏X What should she say?

"Oh, I see. You're just feeling weak after being sick, right? Come on! I'll help you to the toilet."

After saying that, he pulled her up. What could she do? She was helpless too! Just go, at worst, just pee! Anyway, she had experience with bedwetting...

That was more than ten years ago. She graduated from the third year of junior high school and was successfully admitted to a key high school. Xu's father and mother were very happy and decided to take the family on a trip to the beach.

Arriving at a famous coastal city in China, the family enjoyed the sea breeze, seafood, and beer, feeling completely blissful. It was the first time she'd ever had alcohol in her life, and one night she dreamed of searching for a bathroom. When she finally found a comfortable place to relieve herself, she woke up. Yes, she wet the bed? – _ – ?

This incident is a dark part of her history. After that, every time she dreams of going to the bathroom, she wakes up quickly! Who would have thought that more than a decade later, she is nearly 30 years old! Is she going to wet the bed in her dreams again?

"well……???"

She sighed deeply and shuffled along, following the little girl who barely reached her shoulders. She peed, just enough to wake up. Her bladder was about to explode. She didn't know if the waterproof fitted sheet on her bed would protect her Simmons mattress.

The little girl led her to the corner of the yard, opened the door made of corn stalks, and pushed her into a small open-air mud house. Facing her was a pit, well... a deep pit, with a bluestone slab on each side, and underneath were all kinds of colorful... fertilizers...

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