Duan Sensen, as his name suggests, is full of ghosts.
As a liberal arts student, in this era of declining liberal arts, she feels that her future is uncertain.
On the high-speed train returning from a funeral, she had a dream, an unusually long and continuous nightmare. But when she opened her eyes again, Tang Zhi was dumbfounded. Something seemed wrong, very wrong.
——She is still dreaming.
The road to breaking the situation is extremely dangerous, and the time to wake up is far away. The ghost in the old castle, the Nightmare in the Red Mansions, the murder in the small town, the night rain in the mansion... Survival is far more difficult than she imagined.
Duan Sensen always felt that this dream was really familiar yet strange. Damn it, do you still have to struggle with literary literacy in your dreams? !
Shakespeare once said: To be or not to be, that is the question. Faced with the single choice of waking up or sleeping, Duan Sensen chose the former without hesitation.
Survival is not easy, and the boss's legs are not easy to hold. Duan Sensen wants to cry but has no tears. He can only look up to the sky and sigh:
The world is a big dream, and life has its cool moments in autumn.
Intention: The best is as good as water