What is the most outrageous dream you have ever had？

　　I have been dreaming for two years.

　　The good news is that I went back to high school in my dream.

　　This is a beautiful dream.

　　The bad news is that I'm back in the college entrance examination, holding a pen and about to take the second math exam.

　　This is a nightmare.

　　And then I woke up.

　　That's not how the script was written.

　　The time-travel novels I have seen, people wear them to the first and second year of high school, then the golden finger strikes back, the left hand clears the north, and the right hand copies the film and television. In the middle, they can talk about love with the beauty queen and take time to hold the mall again. The main theme is a cool one from the beginning to the end.

　　How did you get to me, and the plot went straight to the college entrance examination?

　　The most ridiculous thing is that I have passed it, especially in the Henan college entrance examination.

　　According to my current knowledge reserve of Makabaka, it is hard to bake a sweet potato, not to mention entering a university.

　　The more you wear this, you don't have to wear it.

　　I am an old bookworm of online novels for more than ten years.

　　For a time, I especially liked to read that kind of urban passage at the starting point.

　　Probably the ordinary protagonist, who traveled back to his adolescence, and then directly killed himself by the memory of later generations.

　　If it's entertainment-oriented, it's to copy Jonathan Lee first and then Jay Chou, and then take "Farewell My Concubine" by hand, so that all the music and film circles will be flat.

　　If it is business-oriented, it is to punch Ma Huateng and kick Li Yanhong, and Ma Yun is just an equal.

　　In short, as long as you can put it back on, you will no longer be that ordinary person and take off directly.

　　Who doesn't like watching this?

　　It's not illegal to dream.

　　But as the saying goes, dog meat can't go to the mat, mountain pigs can't eat fine chaff, and mud can't help the wall. Yang Yang is doomed to collapse.

　　I have fantasized about wearing it back ... and buying bitcoin for countless times.

　　Yes, what a turbulent Internet era, what a short video outlet, what a sharing economy, that's too high.

　　This is not something that I can play with if I understand the development trend.

　　We are ordinary people, and we are ordinary people after crossing.

　　I can think of the most feasible way to get rich is to buy 1000 bitcoins in 2012 and sell them in 2017.

　　This can already satisfy my desire to eat one set of pancake fruit and throw another set, which is enough.

　　It has been seven years since I graduated from college.

　　I haven't done this dream crossing for a long time.

　　The last time I had this dream, my immediate subconscious reaction was:

　　"It's impossible, it must be a dream."

　　Then I slapped myself.

　　After smoking, I found that things have not changed.

　　Lie ...?

　　What the hell

　　Did I really cross?

　　I looked at myself in the mirror who was obviously younger than a teenager, looked at the dreamy and real environment around me, and listened to the noisy voices on the campus outside.

　　Not believing in evil, he slapped himself hard again.

　　Then I woke up.

　　After waking up, I just looked at the ceiling.

　　It doesn't really matter what you wear or not. What matters is that I don't believe this kind of thing exists at all.

　　Just like a man, he doesn't believe in Altman and doesn't believe in light.

　　Even in a dream.

　　Most likely, I will become the person I once hated the most.

　　What I hated most in the past was my middle-aged uncles, who commented on industry trends and economic development with a familiar face on the Chinese New Year wine table, and then criticized the current disadvantages by the way.

　　I thought, what do you know? It's right here.

　　Blindly force

　　Until two days ago, I had dinner with two male friends.

　　There was something about the industry on the table, and three people were there in Balabala, looking like a king with a clear mind.

　　At some point, I suddenly found that this scene is familiar.

　　Isn't this what I used to mock every day when I was a child?

　　The middle-aged man who once hated me most preached, now he will naturally say it from my mouth and feel very proud.

　　If I wear my eighteen years old again now, and I am still like this, then I can only say that it is better not to wear it.

　　Because now, I not only can't dream, but even look down on dreamers.

　　And at the age of 18, I am at the age of dreaming.

　　Not through this unfounded dream, but the kind of dream about the future that will shine, look forward to and be called beautiful.

　　At the age of 30, I am left with an untimely stomach and a bloated and mediocre failed life.

　　Crossing doesn't change anything.

　　It will only stain my 18 years old.