Chapter 243

When I was very young, I had a dream. After waking up, I no longer remembered what the dream was about, but since then I always felt that I was living to meet someone.

I grew up gradually.

I thought I would never meet that person.

But one day on my way home from school, I saw a beautiful white villa on the vacant land near my home.

I thought that the person I was looking for might live here. This idea was incoherent and unrealistic, but when I thought about it, I became extremely curious.

I sneaked to the villa that night. I wanted to see if there was anyone inside, so I looked towards the window.

The windows of the villa are large and beautiful, with many patterns, like a very expensive decoration.

I suspected that the door, like the window, could not be opened, but I did not dare to reach out to try because I was afraid that there was someone inside.

Even now, if you look in from the outside, the window is dark, the door is dark, there should be a light inside, but there is no light.

Then there should be no one.

But I wasn't sure, so I didn't dare to get close. When I was getting scared, I suddenly heard a series of footsteps coming towards me. I was startled and I thought someone had discovered me.

I wanted to turn around and run away, but I wasn't paying attention to what was ahead. I was only focused on the road. I bumped into someone and he fell to the ground, uttering a cry.

I was frightened again and wanted to reach out to that person, but I was scared to death at just one look.

I quickened my speed and ran away, still with my back to that person, because I saw that person's skin was snow-white, as shiny as jade in the moonlight, just like a ghost.

I wasn't sure if the person I bumped into late at night was a ghost, but I didn't want to have any more contact with that person, so I ran away. I knew it was wrong and I should at least apologize.

But I didn’t want to, so I didn’t do it.

I knew running away was not a good idea, but I did it. I didn't want to face it, nor did I want to face the facts that I knew clearly, so I chose to sit at the table late at night and do my homework.

There was nothing I could do about it. I just couldn't sleep. Who wouldn't rest when they could at night? It wasn't like I was playing games.

But I couldn't continue doing my homework, so I turned off the desk light.

Suddenly I heard footsteps outside. I was startled. I turned off all the lights in the house and carefully went to the balcony to see.

I saw a white figure below.

The figure had disheveled hair and seemed to be a woman at first glance, but I was not sure because I was a little nearsighted.

I wasn't wearing glasses, so it was a very blurry mass. If I hadn't been wearing white clothes, I would have thought it was a black shadow, or a black cat or something.

Once again, I thought of the person I met on the road. I didn't think that person was a ghost, but he looked too much like a ghost. I couldn't go see that person so late at night.

I didn't dare to make a sound or do anything. I just squatted in the corner of the balcony, motionless, looking at that person.

The man noticed my gaze and looked up. I didn't know if he saw me, but I didn't dare to move. I didn't dare to breathe deeply until the man left.

It was so exciting. I went back and fell asleep, and the next morning I was walking out with dark circles under my eyes, and a man blocked my way.

I thought he was crazy at first.

But this person told me that he recognized me. I didn't remember meeting such a person before. I shook my head, thinking he was joking or something else, and left.

But when I came back from school, I saw him again on that road, and this time I thought he was a lunatic even more.

But I didn't remember for a moment that he was the person I saw at night, otherwise I would have thought he was a ghost and ran away.

But I didn't remember it at that time, so I didn't run away. I was helpless because he stopped me, so I asked him what he wanted to do.

He looked at me for a long time, shook his head, and suddenly said that I was not the person he was looking for, and then left.

I felt confused but lost at the same time, as if I should hope that he would find me and say to me that I was the one I was looking for.

But what is wrong? I don't know.

After two days, I couldn't stand it any longer. I felt it was strange and wanted to find that person to ask him what was going on. I couldn't stand it any longer.

I thought the man might be somewhere, but I found him in the villa.

When I found the villa, I noticed that he was stunned inside for a moment, then turned around and was about to leave. I thought I would never enter that villa because it looked like a gloomy castle, as if there were ghosts.

I don’t know whether I was afraid to go in or didn’t want to go in, or maybe I knew in advance that bad things would happen if I went in, so I didn’t want to go in. Anyway, I thought I could choose not to go in.

The man opened the door, waved to me, called me and asked me to come in. I stopped and hesitated for a long time, but I still followed him in.

Why wouldn't I go in?

Finally there is an opportunity.

I had never had the privilege of walking in through the front door and sitting on the sofa like an invited guest.

But I have no relationship with this owner, so what kind of guest can I be?

"You always pass by here. I already recognize you. I saw you on the road before, but you didn't seem to want to come here. Are you looking for something today?"

the man asked.

"Looking for something, yes, looking for something. My key string is gone, so I'm looking for it. If I can find it, that's great. I'll use the original one.

If you can’t find it, forget it.”

I stammered in response.

The man didn't seem to doubt it. He poured me a glass of water, then smiled and pushed a plate of chocolates and fruits on the table in front of me, indicating that I could help myself to them.

I really wanted to eat those things, but when I looked at him, I was a little afraid.

I was hesitating there, and he seemed to think that I wanted something else, so he opened the refrigerator, took out a drink from it and put it in front of me, indicating that it was okay to open the drink can.

I really wanted to drink that stuff, so I told him I needed a straw, and he actually brought me a straw, and I opened the can of drink under his gaze.

I don't remember exactly what the drink tasted like at the time because it made me so nervous. It doesn't matter what the drink tasted like, but it certainly wasn't bitter, salty, or astringent.

I'm pretty sure what I drank was not bitter melon juice with lemon.

He looked at me and smiled, and I suddenly wanted to be friends with him, because that face was so handsome. I had never seen such a handsome face before, and everyone around him was ugly.

I expressed my wish to him and he actually agreed. It was like a dream. A candy fell from the sky and I caught it, and then candies started raining from the sky.

"It's like a dream."

I said to my friend.

"Really? What would have to happen now for you to realize that this is not a dream?"

My friend asked me.

"If you were to ask me that, I would answer you without hesitation, I want a good meal.

As long as you and I eat the same meal, and it's a good meal, something I could never afford normally, I'll believe it's all real.

Because if I were dreaming alone, I would never be able to imagine something I have never eaten, and I wouldn’t dare to dream of something so good, I am very timid. ”

I smiled at my friend.

My friend was very nice to me, after listening to my answer he nodded and made a phone call, soon someone came and knocked on the door, I was startled, I thought it was some unpleasant person coming, but he opened the door and took a bag of food from the person outside.

The people outside are here to deliver food.

The person who delivered the food came after receiving a phone call.

The call was made by my friend.

So this meal was treated to me by my friend.

I jumped up from the sofa.

I was glad I had a nice meal, especially since I didn't have to pay a penny for it.

There is simply nothing more worth being happy about than this.

"Laugh if you want to. I won't laugh at you just because you're happy. We are friends."

My friend smiled at me and put the food on the table.

I nodded and burst into laughter.

I rolled around on the sofa, hugged the sofa pillows, and squirmed like a worm, back and forth.

I wrinkled the sofa cover, but my friend stood by and smiled, watching me. He didn't get angry or blame me for it. He didn't say you're so annoying.

He also wouldn't pull others over and ask, why did you bring this person over?

This is so great, he is actually my friend, he is actually my friend, this is not a dream.

Before I knew it, I had already started to treat this place as my own home and was at ease and unrestrained.

No, if this was my own home, I wouldn't even dare to do this, but this is my friend's home, so I dared to do it.

All my happiness comes from my friends.

I am willing to pray for him forever. If there really is a God in the world, I hope my friend will always be healthy, happy and prosperous.

I also hope that my friends and I can be together forever.

Because my friends will definitely be very nice to me.

Then I will be happier than I am now, 100 times, 1000 times happier. I dare not even dream of such a happy thing, but such a thing is happening before my eyes.

This happened to me, and I knew it was not a dream, because if I dreamed of such a situation I would definitely wake up.

I have never felt so happy, and I have never felt that my life is so meaningful. I think maybe the only meaning of my life is to meet my friends.