Staring at the empty shell of the chrysalis, Zhang Zian's mind was in a trance and was about to fall into an endless loop.
Was this another dream?
Zhuang Xiaodie's last sentence seemed to have planted a seed in his heart, and it was germinating and growing wildly.
Everything around him was so real, whether it was the shop assistants he got along with day and night, or the empty shell of the swallowtail chrysalis. Except for the three days lost due to the sleep, everything else matched up with the time before the sleep.
The same was true for the elfins.
So was this back to reality?
Not necessarily.
Last time, Zhuang Xiaodie chose the time when his parents were still alive and made fine-tuning of the time when some things happened. It was a dream without elfins.
However, learning from the last experience and lesson, she may have felt that a dream that was too good was easy to arouse suspicion, so she created this dream that was no different from reality and even simulated a game that could capture elfins and the elfins in the game …
There was no doubt that she could do it.
It was just like the man in the black leather suit in The Matrix who stretched out his hands to the protagonist. There was a red pill and a blue pill in each of his palms. He asked the protagonist if he wanted to wake up and face the truth, or continue to live in a programmed dream — which was also what people thought was reality.
The protagonist chose the former and chose to face the truth, but this choice did not apply to Zhang Zian. Although he also chose the truth, who knew if it was not a blue pill wrapped in red sugar?
Some people suspected that the so-called human world was just a program written by a higher-level civilization. This kind of suspicion was difficult to prove or disprove, because everyone lived in this program, and they were all people in the dream. There was no person outside the dream like the black man in the leather jacket who handed the protagonist a pill to solve the dream.
Zhang Zian sighed and shook his head. He no longer thought about this nerve-racking question that could never be answered. If he continued to think about it, he might go crazy. It was better to leave this kind of question to scientists and philosophers. Anyway, they were not afraid of going bald.
As for him, he could only tell himself that whether he returned to reality, entered another dream within a dream, or lived in an alien program, he had to live a more exciting life. He had to work hard to make himself and his companions happy, so that he would not waste a hundred years of life.
"Brother Store Manager, good morning!"
Zhang Zian turned around and saw Little Celery standing behind him, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. She was also looking up at the empty shell of the chrysalis. If it were not for her two braids, she would have looked like a lively tomboy.
"Good morning, Little Celery. Aren't you on vacation?" He looked down at her from above. Sure enough, she was not carrying her backpack.
"I have to go to school to take care of the hamsters. It's my turn today." She answered crisply.
"Oh … Well, has Xu Zhuang Zhuang been naughty lately?" he asked.
Little Celery thought for a while, "I don't think I saw him!"
Well, it seemed that the naughty child had been stung badly by the caterpillar and had taken the opportunity to ask for leave from his parents.
"Ah, Brother Store Manager, where have you been these days? They said you went to find the Ms. Perfect of your dreams … What's a Ms. Perfect? "Little Celery asked curiously.
Zhang Zian was speechless. If I find out who ruined my image behind my back, I won't forgive him!
"Good morning, Mr. Manager."
"Good morning, Manager."
Fortunately, the appearance of Lu Yi Yun and Jiang Feifei helped him out. Otherwise, he really did not know how to explain to elementary school students what a Ms. Perfect was …
"Morning. Why are you here together?" He quickly changed the subject.
"I asked Xiao Yun to take me to her neighborhood to look at houses. I liked one, and I'm moving. I lived there yesterday. It's convenient for me to work later," Jiang Feifei explained.
"Oh." Zhang Zian nodded. "How's the job search going?"
Jiang Feifei sighed. Her whole person was like a salted fish that had lost its soul. "A job that I'm interested in and a job that I can find are two completely different things …"
Zhang Zian felt the same way. This was indeed the dilemma faced by almost every college graduate, but he could not help. After all, he was just a pet shop owner.
After Lu Yi Yun greeted him, she kept staring at Zhang Zian until he noticed her gaze. He asked strangely, "What's wrong? Don't you recognize me? Or … did you have a nightmare last night? "
She was slightly startled and came back to her senses. "Oh, it seems like I did have a dream last night, but I forgot about it when I woke up … Well, what I want to say is, when I walked over just now, I think I saw a very beautiful butterfly fall on the back of your neck …"
Butterfly?
Zhang Zian's nerves were particularly sensitive to this word. He immediately turned his head. "Where?"
After turning his head, he remembered that if it had fallen on the back of his neck, even if he turned his head, he would not have seen it!
But even so, his movement should have startled the butterfly — assuming that Lu Yi Yun did not see it wrong, and there really was a butterfly that fell on him.
Lu Yi Yun puzzledly tilted her head and looked at the back of his neck. "Strange … I clearly saw it. Why is it gone again …"
Zhang Zian simply turned around. "Was it on the back of your clothes?"
"No …" Lu Yi Yun pushed her thick and heavy glasses up her nose. "Maybe I saw it wrong …"
"I saw it too!" Little Celery raised her hand.
"Huh? You saw it too? "Zhang Zian's heart, which had just calmed down, became anxious again.
Little Celery nodded. "Yes! But it seems that when I looked again, it was gone again! "
Zhang Zian looked at Jiang Feifei. Among the three of them, one was a primary school student, and the other was a homebody girl. She was the only ordinary adult, but she shook her head. "I didn't notice. I was so tired from moving yesterday. My waist and legs hurt."
He muttered in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. He said, "Forget it. Let's go into the shop. Maybe it was a reflection of something."
At this time, Wang Qian and Li Kun also came back with the foam insulators. They kept complaining that there was no need to use the insulators in the summer.
They met at the door and were about to enter the shop together. Wang Qian suddenly screamed, "Master, did you go on a blind date or to attract bees and butterflies? Why … "
He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.
"Why what? Don't just say half of what you said! " Zhang Zian really wanted to scold him for not pooping halfway, but he could not curse in front of Little Celery, so he could only patiently ask.
Wang Qian also looked confused. "Just now, I think I saw a strange and beautiful butterfly behind you. I saw it from the side … No, I saw it from the corner of my eye. But when I looked carefully, it was gone. It was really strange!"
Zhang Zian took a deep breath. He had only heard of back spirits, but he had never heard of back butterflies. Was this a … quantum butterfly?
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