Counterfeit in Dreams

① If dreams are as dark as reality, then who can tell the difference between dreams and reality. ② It has been a long time since he was held in the same position as a child, with his head buried in the crook of his neck, his arms passed through Brother Man's armpits, and he lay on top of him. Brother Man ran his fingers through the hair on the back of his head and kneaded his sensitive scalp. Brother Man hummed softly. "Little rabbit, be good∽" Before he finished humming the song, he held up the phone with the game interface on his head, looked into Brother Man's eyes, and said embarrassedly: "I'm not a child now." "Oh no, you're still a little brat." A child who lacks love. ③Twenty years later, I came back as my own son, but I had no partner or descendants, only a relative who was about to leave. It has been 20 years, and many people I know are getting older. They regret that I died young and accept the reality earlier. My mother was also dying. She held my hand and told me to take care of herself with tears in her eyes. My life was fragmented. Over the years, I haven't had many people or things that I can keep. Maybe, in another 20 years, I will leave my hometown again, the place I love deeply. Perspective swap