Lin Sheng was overwhelmed by her native family and school bullying. She began to hear a voice frequently - talking to her, comforting her, telling her when she needed it most: I am here.
Late at night when she was 11 years old, she held a doll kitten and made a wish: "I want to find my future husband."
Here he comes. Kiss her in the dream, hold her in the abyss, and cry out in despair: "I want you to live!"
She doesn't know who he is. Don't know what he looks like. All she knew was that he would appear after she was beaten, hold her tightly when she collapsed, and scream her name desperately at the moment she cut her wrists.
He said: "I didn't drink Meng Po soup because of you."
She thought he was her future lover. When she grew up, she met a boy with the same name in real life - he had nice eyes and would walk a long way to come to her and smile at her. She thought it was him, that "he" had finally become a real person.
But she was wrong. He didn't know her at all.
The dream was shattered. Only then did she realize: the "him" who loved her was already dead. In order to remember her, he spent his whole life as a lonely soul.
She doesn't want him to leave. Because she has nothing left but him.
Later, she became a teacher.
The student asked her: "Teacher, do you still have contact with your student lover?"
"Yes."
"How did you get in touch?"
"Dream."
She has been looking for him all her life. From childhood full of scars, to youth standing on the podium, to gray-haired old age.
Finally she couldn't walk anymore. He said, "I'm going to find you."
Because belief is existence. Existence is reasonable.
Concept: On the ruins of reality, a man built a palace for himself with his remaining reason and emotion. Her "illness" is her last dignity.
