"Jon, you're back early this time. Mu hasn't come back from school yet," said an old man. The one who spoke was an old man. He sat in a pavilion with glass on all sides and greeted the person who had just arrived.
"My research has yielded some results, so I'm finally on vacation. I'm back to see my family," said a young and attractive voice.
Angor was currently attached to the body of the owner of the voice. His heart was filled with excitement. The voice sounded young, but Angor was very familiar with the tone of the voice and the accent of the speaker.
It was Jon!
As soon as he entered Jon's dream, he found himself moving along a long street. Red maple trees were planted on both sides of the street. Maple leaves would fall from time to time, creating a beautiful autumn scenery.
However, beyond the maple trees, there was only darkness, as if he was in chaos.
Only this long street carried a faint light in the pitch-black world.
At first, Angor was confused. Was this Jon's dream? Why would he appear on a street?
His target was still moving. He couldn't tell if it was Jon or not. He couldn't even tell if he was in the wizarding world or Earth in another universe.
Until the traveler came across a pavilion.
As the old man inside the pavilion spoke, the surroundings became brighter. Angor saw a villa behind the pavilion. Judging from the style of the buildings, Angor was sure that this place was Earth.
When the person on the street spoke, Angor was almost certain that it was Jon's voice.
Jon and the old man were talking in a language that was both familiar and strange to Angor. Angor listened to their conversation and felt very excited. He hadn't heard Jon's voice for many years. Now that he heard it again, he couldn't help but miss it.
Jon and the old man chatted for a while and headed toward the villa.
As Jon moved, the road behind him was covered by darkness. Even the old man in the pavilion was slowly disappearing.
This strange situation pulled Angor back to reality.
"Is this … the dream isn't complete?" If someone else was inside the ice room, they would notice the frown on Angor's face.
The so-called incomplete manifestation of the Dream World generally meant that the Dream World was unable to completely replicate the dreamer's dreamscape.
To put it simply, when you are dreaming, your focus will only be on the present moment of the dream. For example, in a beautiful dream, you will focus on why it is "beautiful", and in a nightmare, you will focus on the "nightmare" that makes you afraid. But other than that, there are many details in your dream, such as the world you are currently in, the details of the environment, the details of light and darkness, etc. You will not pay attention to them, but they will be automatically perfected by your brain, and finally reflected in the dream world.
Although this wasn't important to the dreamer, it was still a kind of rule in the Dream Realm.
However, when the Dream World was not fully manifested, it meant that other than the important parts of the dream that were currently happening, the rest of the dream had not been replicated.
This kind of situation was extremely rare. Even those kinds of dreams that were extremely chaotic, sometimes in the sea and sometimes in the sky, without any logic, could completely form a dream ecology.
There were only three possible reasons for the incomplete manifestation of the Dream World. The first one was that the dreamer was being devoured by a Dream World creature. According to Freud, the Dream World was too big, and there were only a few native creatures living in it. Usually, the dreamer's private dreams would not be attacked by Dream World creatures.
Secondly, it was the ability of a Dream Wizard. Whether it was self-control or the control of other people's dreams, Dream Wizards could do it all. However, Dream Manipulator was just as rare as Gourmet Wizards. If a Dream Manipulator showed up near Padt Manor, Eureka would be the first to know. Angor could rule out this possibility as well.
The third possibility was that the dreamer's brain was damaged, and his spirit was extremely weak. In this case, the brain couldn't perfectly replicate the scene of the dream and could only display the core of the dream.
Angor already knew that Jon's body was damaged, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. Jon's spirit was so weak that he couldn't even maintain a complete dream.
The excitement she'd felt when she heard Jon's voice was replaced by sadness.
However, Jon's mood wasn't affected by Angor's sadness at all.
Jon happily walked into the mansion. He didn't seem to notice the darkness around him at all. Every now and then, he would greet the Chaos as if he didn't notice it at all.
As he spoke, the Chaos slowly materialized into a mansion. The owner of the mansion greeted Jon happily.
"Hey, look who's back! Isn't that our botanist, Jon? "
"Oh, don't make fun of me, Auntie Shen. I'm just an ordinary researcher. I'm still far from being a botanist! "Jon looked a little embarrassed.
Angor had never seen Jon like this before.
"Xia has been waiting for you for half a month. You're not going to be called back to the lab in the middle of the night like last time, right?"
Jon shook his head. "Nope. I can rest for at least a month this time. Maybe I can even take Havy to the lab with me. "
"Good!"
After saying goodbye to the owner of the mansion, Angor watched as the mansion slowly disappeared into the darkness.
Jon saw many similar situations on his way back. He seemed to know where his neighbors and friends were. Even in the darkness, he could always stop at the right spot and wait for the mansion to appear. Then, he would greet his neighbors.
From beginning to end, Jon was always in a good mood.
Angor, who had witnessed everything, felt even more depressed. Jon had been living in Padt Manor for more than 20 years. He rarely talked about his friends and acquaintances on Earth. But now, Angor could tell that Jon never forgot them. Even after so many years, he still remembered his friends, even his neighbors, clearly.
Angor used to think that Jon would suddenly become serious. Whenever that happened, Jon would purposely make trouble in front of him so that Jon would have no choice but to clean up the mess for him. But he had never thought about what kind of feelings Jon was harboring at that time.
For Jon, the furthest distance between life and death was not the distance between him and Jon. It was the fact that he was in this universe, while all his previous relationships were in another universe.
Angor couldn't help but look at Jon, who was so cheerful and naive. Angor couldn't calm himself down for a long time.
Finally, Jon returned to his home while being cared for by his neighbors.
To Angor's surprise, the mansion was built in the same style as the other buildings around. But at the side of the garden, where the swimming pool was supposed to be, there was a bamboo stilt house.
This stilt house was almost identical to the stilt house in Padt Manor.
On the balcony on the second floor of the house, a woman with a bamboo sunhat was sleeping on a deck chair while sunbathing.
Jon stood at the door. He didn't knock. Instead, he looked up at the woman.
Even though he couldn't see Jon's face, Angor had a feeling that Jon was looking at the woman with affection and gentleness.
This woman must be Jon's wife, right? Angor was almost certain of this. Jon's affectionate aura was too obvious.
Back in the Padt Manor, Jon was in good health. Many women were interested in him. Angor also heard from his brother Leon that even Head Maid Mana used to give Jon flirtatious looks.
However, Jon never showed any affection to any woman. He always drew a line in the sand and treated them with respect.
When Jon's health was deteriorating, Angor once asked him why he didn't get married and have a child here. At least he could have a descendant.
Jon said an ancient Chinese poem. Angor couldn't remember the exact words, but the beautiful concept of love left a deep impression in Angor's mind.
Jon had a wife, and he loved her. Even if he was separated from the whole universe, even if there was an uncrossable torrent of time and space, he still held on to the love that he never forgot and never faded away.
Jon rarely talked about his wife and daughter. Angor didn't even know their names. But when Jon recited the poem, he still remembered the glowing light in Angor's eyes.
Now, Jon was only looking at the woman in the attic, but Angor felt the same way again.
Chown stood at the door for a very long time, so long that his leather shoes were already buried by the falling red maple leaves.
After an unknown amount of time, a gust of wind came. Not only did the leaves fall, but the woman's sunhat was also blown away.
The hat spun in the wind and landed in Jon's hand.
The woman finally woke up. She stretched and realized that her hat was gone. When she turned around to look for it, she saw Chown downstairs.
She rushed to the railing of the balcony and waved at Jon happily. "When did you come back? Why didn't you wake me up? "
Jon picked up the hat and waved it in front of the woman. "I just came back, and the wind blew my hat off."
The woman smiled and looked at Jon in silence.
Angor finally noticed the woman's face. She looked similar to Jon. Angor didn't think she was a beauty. Instead, she had a gentle temperament that matched Jon very well.
When they were looking at each other, Angor noticed that Jon was looking at his lover, apart from the gentleness, there was also a hint of sadness.
Angor thought he was wrong. A tear rolled down Jon's face, which seemed to prove that Jon wasn't completely happy.
He looked at the teardrop on his leather shoes and froze.
Did Jon cry because they were reunited after such a long time? But even if that was the case, why would she reveal such sadness?
Did Jon know that it was all a dream?
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