My name is Yuan, a person who loves nightmares very much. But after that day, I haven’t had any nightmares.

The hundred kinds of suicides that I dreamed about were all gone.

You think, how bad does a person have to be for an amulet to ward off all disasters for him, and almost prevent the original owner of the amulet from waking up?

Superstitious, yes! I am the most superstitious person.

How big a disaster would it take for someone to suffer such a crime? Nothing better than fighting for one's life with the King of Hell at the gate of hell, right?

————Eleven pm————

I accidentally hit some candy today. Wow, it’s really amazing!

What a height difference, what a beautiful figure! My aunt was laughing the whole time I was at work.

Ahem, we have to maintain a good image/wink/smile/

Just thinking about it now, I think it's a good match, but it's a pity that they are both straight men.

Because one person was doing something, and the other person who was taller than him (his brother) had something to talk to him, he lowered his head.

Then, from my perspective, it looks like... like the tall guy who is secretly dating someone.

/ Blushing / Children are not allowed to watch it!

Didn’t expect that my essence is rotten?!

What kind of fairy love is this! Oh, I want to stop my imagination. The two of them are straight men, ah ah no, they can’t control my brain!

God, why don’t I have sweet love around me that makes me cry!!!

————10.08————

Why superstition? I don't know.

Probably because I have had many nightmares and some of them have become reality.

I have mentioned my grandmother before. She has been sick since I was very young. I don’t know the specific name of the disease. I only know that she was missing for more than nine months.

During those nine months, my mother went to many places but could not find it.

And one night one month before I found her, I had a dream.

I dreamed that I was walking next to a school, surrounded by students who had just finished school. When I looked up and looked at the road, I saw a group of people surrounding a person and talking about something.

After listening closely, some words like "Where are you from?" and "Do you still have family?"

I was in elementary school at the time, and my dreams were always forgotten the next day.

But when my grandma was really sent back and found near the school, I suddenly remembered that dream on the way back from watching my grandma.

My mother said that it was my grandma asking me for help. She wanted to go home.

Last summer, I dreamed for several nights that something unexpected happened to my grandma. I made several phone calls to ask my parents to go to my grandma’s house to check on her, but nothing happened at that time.

I think it was grandma saying goodbye to me. No one knew when she left, so she had to say goodbye to us in advance.

I didn't take the word death seriously before because I didn't feel it. Now I can't. I don't want to die, and I don't want others to die either.

Just thinking about the word death makes me uncomfortable.

Only those who care about you will be in pain after your death. For those who don't care about you, even if you cut off your flesh one by one, others will not do anything. At most, they will glance at you casually, that's all.

When I (started using this sentence pattern again)

When my nose hurts, I know I'm going to have a nosebleed.

Sure enough, the bright red color confirmed my suspicion.

This reminds me of the nosebleeds I had when I was a kid.

In June, there was an opera stage set up in the village. A group of friends and I stood at the front to watch the opera. The only thing that was different from others was that my nose was stuffed with toilet paper.

I still remember when I was young, I had that nosebleed that couldn't be stopped. It started to flow from the left side to the right side, which made my family very worried.

I once had a nosebleed in the classroom in the sixth grade, and I remember there was a lot of it on my coat. Later, some friends sent me home and helped me wash the blood stains on my coat. The smell of blood was not good, but it smelled good that time.

During the summer vacation, my mother supervised me in doing my summer homework, but little did I know that I had copied all the homework before the holiday. I had been grinding on the chair for a long time, and just when I was getting impatient, my nosebleed started to flow. It was really timely blood!

The homework books were full of bloodstains, but luckily I didn’t turn in my summer homework.

Hehe! There is something wrong with me, but it’s not a big problem.

Make candy, make candy, keep going!

The pink plum garden in the hands of those two people matches them well! (There is really something wrong with me/cover my face/)
Chapter completed!