v2 Chapter 218： Han Lus childhood (1/2)
Zhang Heng scratched the door and swam in the opposite direction from the tsunami.
Along the way, he saw a lot of misery, including floating bodies, mothers who lost their children, and children who lost their mothers. Sitting on the roof, the whole portrait seemed to have lost all souls, and some people were holding their companions' bodies in low levels. Whimpers, or no one is looking for help. In addition, there are some forward-looking and crisis survivors looking down to fish in the water or looking for drinking water.
Zhang Heng was unmoved, and continued to move towards the target location. Anyway, this is only a thing that happened in a dream. He won't change anything if he doesn't intervene.
In the end, he came to a five-star hotel. The hotel's reception hall was submerged, and the waiter at the front desk could no longer register for guests who wanted to stay there. Zhang Heng climbed directly to the sixth floor and found A room with a window open.
The people inside were missing, but the suitcase was still thrown by the bed. Zhang Heng saw the free mineral water on the table. He picked it up and drank half a bottle, then took off the wet clothes and shoes, and dried them. Hair changed to hotel bathrobes and slippers.
Zhang Heng doesn't know what's going on with Shen Xixi, so for now they are likely to be scattered after entering the dream.
Of course, Shen Xixi's team entered earlier than him. I don't know if Han Lu was found.
At this moment Zhang Heng is also very difficult to take effective action. He stood in front of the hotel window and looked at the ocean below.
The only good news is that there were no more tsunami until night, but on the other hand, the water level in the city showed no signs of falling.
Zhang Heng glanced at the starfish on his hand. It had been 12 hours since he left Han Lu's residence. This was obviously not the normal time, because the death time of a person who had hit the dream of death was long and short, but the longest was also No more than three hours.
Just when Zhang Heng didn't know what else he could do next, the weird cloud covering the whole city quietly spread over his head, and then the sleepiness in Zhang Heng's brain struck again.
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Zhang Heng opened his eyes this time and found that he was standing outside a watch shop. The time of starfish was about two and a half hours earlier than when he first entered the dream, and his genius was just bright.
The city is completely back to normal, and there are no signs of experiencing the tsunami. The owner of the breakfast stall on the roadside has begun to get busy, but Zhang Heng notices something different.
That is, the shops on the street generally look very old, like the products of the 1970s and 1980s. Take the watch store around him as an example. There are no neon neon signs. The simple black plaque is printed with the four characters of repairing watches. There is also a piece of yellow paper on the glass window, with Shanghai, Dongfeng and Beijing written in red ... Zhang Heng guessed that this should be the brand of the watch, but now it is almost invisible on the market.
He walked out of the alley, unlike the bad traffic that later came from the third ring to the fourth ring. There are few vehicles on the road. Most people are pedaling bicycles. Occasionally there are old-fashioned iron buses passing by. The donkey cart, wearing a white shirt and black pants with an armed belt around his waist, stood at the intersection to direct the traffic. A banner was drawn in a small square not far behind him-Long live the friendship between the Chinese and French people!
A green army truck passed by Zhang Heng, carrying a full of young people. They were holding the upper beam with one hand, holding a straw hat in one hand, and singing a song in their mouth. Each person wrote on his face Full of hope for the future, there is no such frustration that young people in later generations are forced by mortgages and 996 to raise their heads.
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Is this ... about childhood dreams?