第二十一章 狗的崛起（2 / 2）

我又看向这棵树，那树上的果子看着像樱桃，但樱桃没有那么大，我慢慢的伸出手去摸一颗果子，眼前一下明亮起来，我看到老姐正在我前面一蹦一跳的，我们在一栋有很高院墙的院子里周围有很多花草。

老妈就在不远的一个凉亭，看上去很年轻，这时我才发现，老姐也只有七八岁的样子，自己手里正拿着一把木刀鞘，跟着姐姐往老妈的方向去走，小琳你等等弟弟，不要抢他的东西，我这时才发现自己正在哭，嘴里还念叨着，还给我，这是爹爹给我的不是你的。

我缩回手，我刚刚是因为闻到老妈点的一炷香，应该是麻醉效应吧，我的狗身体好像熏倒了，那我现在是在哪？我这个狗身子里难道藏着一个梦境中的世界么？

Purpleblackbloodflowedoutoftheneedletube，whichmadethetastemorefishy.Mymotherwaswearingapairofleathergloves，andherfacewascoveredwithabrownfacetowel.Sheusedajartoreleasetheblood.

Eldersister‘sfingersandwristsarelikenoodles.Isthepoisonbeginningtocorrodeherbones.

It‘stoofast!

IfeldersisterbecomesakitemanIcan‘timagine!Mymother‘sforeheadexudesdensesweatbeads.Sheisoldandmybodyislyingnextdoor.Nowmyeldersisterispoisoned.Originally，thisfamilyistheoldandtheyoung.Shecanhelpmymotherduringthetrip.Now

AuntChen，mymotherusedtoturnaroundandshouttotheoutsideZhongBopromisedtocometothedoor，andhismotherpausedforamoment，rememberingthatAuntChenwasgone，andhereyeswerered.ZhongBo，gotoDaliroomandbringhisnanfostaff.

“Nanfostaff“Iheardthenameofmystickforthefirsttime，butitstillhasanameIt‘sveryunusual.

Atthistime，Zhongbohastakenthestick.Whenmymothertookouttheoldsister‘sfananddressedAuntChen‘sbody，Iremindedmymothertopickitup(thatfanistheoldsister‘streasure，don‘tloseit)

Shakingoutashortbladefromthefan，mymotherbegantoscratchmystickwiththeknife，ehMom，whatareyoudoingDon‘tcallmeXiaohui.Mymothersaidsomethingtome.

Alas，asadog，Istilldon‘thaveconsciousness.Mymotherscrapedsomesawdustfrommystick，poureditintoabowlofboilingwater，tookoutaporcelainbottle，pouredoutapillandmelteditintothewater，tookoutapackagefromunderthepillowattheheadofthebed，andtookoutawoodenboxinit(thesameasthewoodenboxwheremysisterputeggs).

Takeoutalongandthinbambootubeinit，takeoutaincenseinit，carefullysmeartheremainingwoodchipsontheincense，ignitetheincense，insertitonthesideoftheeldersister‘shead，andswallowapillbyyourself.

Ican‘ttellwhatit‘slike，andthesmokeonitisnotfloatingup，butfloatinghorizontallyaroundtheoldsister‘sbody!

It‘samazing.Momhassomanygoodthings.IcanoperatethemifIdon‘thavethetechnology.IcangetupifIcan‘t.

BeforeIcontinuetothinkaboutit，myheadsuddenlyfaintsandIlieontheground.Atlast，Ihearmymother‘svoice.Itseemsthatit‘sfaraway.Iforgetyou‘restillhere，andI‘llbefineaftertwohours‘sleep.

Isee.Thisistheincenseofanesthesia

It‘sagrayplace，Ican‘tseetheskyandtheground，Ican‘tseethedistance，Ican‘tseemyself，soIwalkwithignorance，Idon‘tknowhowlongIhavewalked，howfarIhavegone，itseemsthatIdon‘thaveanyconsciousness.

Thereseemstobeabeamoflightbehindme.Iturnaroundsubconsciouslyandlook.It‘satreebehindme.Therearesomebluelightstripesonthetree.Thosestripesflash.

Iwalkedslowly，andthelightonthetreewasmoreandmorebright.Isawapeachononeofthebranches.Ireachedforit.WhenItouchedthepeach，Isawmyself.ThatwaswhenIwenttoschool.

Ridinga28‘sbike，andmybrothermaozitogetherafterschool，fastpedalingonthebike，therearesomepotholesintheroad，thebikepassesbyverybumpy，whatdoyouandmybrothersaytogether，happysmile，withthepotholesonthebackofthebag，bumpingontheback.

IlooklikeI‘m14or15yearsold.Ishouldbeinjuniorhighschool.I‘mshockedandIthinkofit!ThisisadreamIhadinthethirddayofmyjunioryear.It‘salwaysdarkinmydream.Iwenttoschoolwithmaoziafterschoolandsenthimhomefirst.

Hisfamilylivedinasingleyardinthepassengerstation.Later，Icameoutandrodetomyhome.Itwasdarkasifitrainedagain.Thereweremanypuddlesontheground.Irodeandrodeallthetime，butIcouldn‘tgetbackhome.Later，whenIwastired，Iwantedtofindmaozi，soIsuddenlyrodetothepassengertransportstation.IletgoofmyhandandrealizedthatIwasawake.

Ilookedaroundatthespace.Thegrayplaceseemedtobefloatingwithgrayfog.Icouldn‘tseethegroundundermyfeet，soIdidn‘tknowwhetherIwasstandingonthegroundorfloating.

Infrontofmeisthepeachtree.Myhandhasjusttouchedapeach.Thatpeachisadreamofmychildhood.It‘saverystrangedream.Idon‘trememberitforalongtime，butwhenIjusttoucheditwithmyhand，Iwentintothatdreamagain.

Atthattime，themoodandfeelinginthedreamcameback!

WhereisthisWhatisthistreeWhydoyoucomehereHowcanyouhaveapeachtreewithyourdream!

WhenIlookedup，thebluelightonthetreewasmoreandmorebright，andtherewerealotofpeachesonthebranch，butIcouldtouchanypeacheswithouttheinfluenceofheightandbranchposition.

Ibelievethismustbeamiraclebelongingtome.Noonecanfindallthedreamshehasmadeinhislife.Idon‘tknowthemeaningofthisthing，becauseIdon‘tknowwhereitis，butIcanfindallthedreamshehasmade.Thisfeelingisreallyamazing!

Ifeelthetrunkofthetree.Thetreeisverycold.Itfeelsreal.Thecoolfeelingispassedtothearmthroughthefingers.Thebarkisverysmooth，alittlelikemetal，withirregulardarkcolor.

Isawwhatwaswrongwiththepositionoftherootofthetree.Ilookedcarefullyandfoundthat