The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 9 Returning to My Alma Mater (2)

In the end, Fu Yuan took a photo with the security guard under the urging of his classmates.

The girl in the photo is smiling shyly, and the boy is facing the camera with his slightly childish face, with his index and middle fingers raised separately, making a big "yeah" gesture.

The group walked into the campus and then dispersed, with those who had good times together walking together.

Fu Yuan was walking alone on the way to the library. The tree-lined avenues on both sides of the main road were still lush and leafy. The sunlight penetrated the gaps between the leaves, casting a mottled golden light on the ground. Occasionally, birds chirped in the trees, their voices melodious and pleasant.

The school operates on six days a week and has one day off, with Sunday being a day off. There are students coming and going on the road, most of whom have had a good lunch break and are now going to the library or classroom in groups.

Those who don’t have any study arrangements can go to the other side, which is more lively and has basketball courts and football fields.

On the way, she saw the slightly bald principal and several school leaders taking a few people on a tour of the school with smiles on their faces. Most of those people were holding cameras, paper and pens in their hands, and from time to time they pointed the microphones at the school leaders in front of them.

Fu Yuan took a few glances and then withdrew his attention.

Inside the library.

The high school library wasn't large, with only three floors. Neither the collection nor the study environment could compare to a university library. But the students were mostly energetic and goal-oriented, rarely dozing off.

Fu Yuan looked at the familiar layout, not much had changed. In the center of the first floor was a leisure reading area, furnished with a number of round chairs. The outer shells were white metal, and the seats inside resembled sofas, made of soft materials and suitable for sleeping.

She hadn't slept well last night, and had dreamed of an extremely sad old woman. The old woman seemed to have regarded her as some kind of idol, and kept crying to her about how miserable her life had been over the years:
The child she raised with all her heart when she was young, is now old, but her children have ignored her. She doesn't come home for the New Year and no one answers her phone calls.

He also talked about an old lady next door who had a 13-year age difference between him and his children. Her children were willing to take care of her and would drive to visit her every week with a lot of things.

Because the dream lacked any threat to the dreamer, Fu Yuan didn't know how to break the situation. He listened to the old woman's nagging all night until dawn, when he finally fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. However, he didn't sleep for long before his mother called him to eat breakfast.

She chose a chair in the corner, slowly walked over and lay down on it, then pulled a newspaper from the bookshelf to cover her face, blocking the light from above.

Surrounded by the sounds of pages turning and pen tips rubbing against paper, Fu Yuan quickly cleared his mind and fell asleep.
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The sounds of turning pages and pens rubbing against paper were heard all around, becoming clearer and clearer, and the sky became dark for some unknown reason.

A middle-aged woman was hunched over a desk. The desk lamp next to her emitted a faint light, the halo of which continued to shrink and the light gradually dimmed.

When the woman looked up, she found it was a familiar face.

Teacher Shen?

Fu Yuan was a little surprised.

This time I actually appeared in her dream. She hadn't been able to contact the squad leader and the others this morning, but now she was able to contact them in her dream.

She saw Teacher Shen, sitting in her seat, suddenly grabbing his hair in frustration, then tearing up the manuscript he had written into pieces. He muttered to himself in an annoyed tone, "I have absolutely no idea..."

Fu Yuan didn't disturb her. He squatted down, picked up the manuscript and pieced it together. He glanced at the content, "xfm apkl..." The content was full of English symbols, crooked, black words flowing across the paper, playfully moving from one side to the other.

Teacher Shen was writing again. Fu Yuan sighed, walked over and took away her paper. Looking into her eyes, he said softly, "Teacher Shen, you can't write an article now because you're dreaming."

She seemed to have just noticed Fu Yuan and was a little surprised: "Who are you and why are you in my room?"

Fu Yuan rubbed his brows and said softly, "I am your student."

Teacher Shen seemed a little happy, with a smile on his face. He took the manuscript from her hand and pulled her to the table:

"No matter how you got here, I need to write a speech. Tomorrow is Monday, and the principal asked me to give a speech as an outstanding class teacher. But no matter how hard I try, I can't come up with a satisfactory draft..." She sounded a little frustrated as she spoke, her voice becoming a little quieter. Then she smiled and said, "Don't worry if you laugh at me. I used to write these quickly, but now, maybe I'm getting old, and I just can't seem to think as fast as I used to."

Fu Yuan roughly understood the situation.

Jiangshi No. 1 Middle School raises the national flag every Monday, and an outstanding student and an outstanding teacher will give speeches. She had spoken there several times before, but later found it troublesome and gave the speech to other students.

It's just that her eyes looked a little strange. Teacher Shen Lin is also a frequent speaker on behalf of outstanding teachers. Even if her thinking has become slow, she shouldn't be so worried about a mere speech, right?
The strange thing is that this is exactly what Teacher Shen is asking for.

Fu Yuan sighed and did not help her write. Instead, he repeated softly: "You are in a dream now, you can't write an article." You have to wake up to write an article.

Teacher Shen laughed and said, "What's the point of dreaming? It's Sunday now, and I'm at home, right?"

"Wait a moment, I'll get you some fruit. Look at my memory." After saying that, she stood up, opened the door and went out.

Fu Yuan didn't know what was going on in her head, but it was normal for dreams to be a little abnormal.

She stood up and looked around the room. The room looked very depressing. The gray-red wallpaper was mottled and cracked, and it was sticking to the wall and was crumbling. When she looked, the eyes on the wallpaper were staring at her, shifting slightly as she moved.

The chandelier seemed to have poor contact and flickered from time to time. There were many small things on the table, such as small skeletons, Western dragons, etc.

The drawer was not locked. Fu Yuan opened it and found some abusive and mocking words inside.

She remembered that Teacher Shen had posted on WeChat Moments before, and the bedroom was not like this. The little things on the table were also rows of green plastic potted plants.

"Have some fruit." Teacher Shen came in with a plate of strawberries and smiled gently at Fu Yuan. "These are the strawberries my husband bought. I heard they have a nickname like Snow White."

Fu Yuan stretched out his right hand and picked up a piece from the plate, but did not bring it to his mouth. He glanced at her and said casually, "It's a good omen. Your husband loves you very much."

"Of course!"

She blurted out, but before she finished her words, her brows furrowed tightly, as if she remembered something, "No, he..."

She closed her eyes with a look of pain on her face.

Fu Yuan saw a wisp of black air coming out from her forehead, and the black air dissipated when it came into contact with the air.

The surrounding wallpapers were also changing. They seemed to be in great pain. Some eyes had to close, while others stared at Fu Yuan with wide eyes and anger.

Fu Yuan pretended not to notice and asked softly, "What happened to him?"

"I don't know..." She said painfully, squatting on the ground, looking extremely helpless, mumbling some incoherent and illogical words, "I remember he hit me yesterday. No, it wasn't him..."

Who hit her?

Seeing her like this, Fu Yuan was a little confused. Just as he was about to ask her in detail, his dream suddenly shook.

Teacher Shen seemed to be possessed by a demon, turning a deaf ear to her voice and completely immersed in his own world.

Then, the dream shattered piece by piece like fragile glass.

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(End of this chapter)