A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

Just when Li Mu thought the dream would never appear again, it reappeared.

Before he could even feel joy, a sense of speechlessness arose in his heart.

Why are the versions of myself in these dreams so absurd, one after another?

It's one thing for a conman to have his finger chopped off, but another for an unlucky guy to have swindled all his family's fortune.

Another wheelchair?

What does this mean? Am I Stephen Hawking now?

He was filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow. He was happy that his dream had come true, but he was also worried about how he had become like this.

The "Li Mu" opposite him also looked at him with a look of astonishment, but the look quickly shifted from his upper body to his lower body.

As she looked at Li Mu's healthy legs and his straight posture, a series of complex emotions flashed through her eyes.

Envy, reminiscence, nostalgia, or perhaps a sense of relief.

Then, "Li Mu" spoke first:

"I see, it was a dream, wasn't it?"

As he spoke, he suddenly chuckled softly:

"Ha, you can still walk. 21? 22? Hello, young me."

For some reason, as soon as "Li Mu" opened his mouth, Li Mu immediately sensed something different.

There's a... strange feeling.

It's like facing an...old man.

There was a sense of impending doom about the other person.

Furthermore, that nonchalant tone and the indescribable charm left Li Mu momentarily at a loss for words.

Just then, "Li Mu" seemed to want to get a closer look at Li Mu, so he rested his chin on the lever near his mouth. The wheelchair slowly moved to Li Mu's side.

"?"

Li Mu was filled with surprise:

"Electric?"

"Yes, it's electric."

Li Mu, with his head slightly tilted back, smiled and nodded, while continuing to look at Li Mu with an indescribable joy and envy in his eyes.

And his eyes were incredibly gentle.

Li Mu thought for a moment and then asked:

"Why...are you in a wheelchair?"

Upon hearing this, "Li Mu" was taken aback and asked in return:

"You don't have any memories of me?"

"...No, what happened?"

"That's quite strange... After a car accident, I was paralyzed from the first thoracic vertebra down."

After calmly recounting the situation, "Li Mu" looked himself up and down as he made his request:

"Can you...walk a few steps?"

"Well."

Upon hearing this request, Li Mu seemed to understand. He nodded, took a few steps to the left and right, then jumped a few times in place and did some stretching exercises such as high knees.

These seemingly insignificant actions brought an indescribable smile to Li Mu's face.

Joy is as real as a substance.

The envy was so intense it was almost unrecognizable.

Then, noticing that Li Mu was slightly out of breath, he frowned and said:

"You should start exercising."

"……Um."

Li Mu responded, looked at himself in the wheelchair, thought for a moment, and asked:

"Can you tell me exactly what happened?... I mean, what happened after August 2001."

Li Mu was taken aback.

A hint of confusion flickered in his eyes.

He didn't answer Li Mu's question directly, but after thinking for a moment, he asked in a gentle voice:

"Does it make sense?"

Upon hearing this, Li Mu simply nodded.

"Yes, I want to avoid becoming like you."

"?"

Li Mu was taken aback again.

But then a strange change occurred in his eyes.

At first, it was absurd, then an irrepressible laugh came, as if mocking Li Mu's naiveté. But for some reason, the smile froze after observing Li Mu for a few seconds, finally turning into a dumbfounded stare.

"You...are you serious!?"

From the moment they met, Li Mu, whose temperament had always been as gentle as water, finally began to stutter.

Without waiting for Li Mu's reply, he muttered to himself:

"Could David Deutsch's theory be true?"

Just as Li Mu was pondering who this person was, his eyes suddenly turned fervent, and he looked at Li Mu, asking each word clearly:

"Li Mu, did you win the lottery?!"

Li Mu nodded:

"You've won."

"!! So... you resigned from the newspaper?"

"not yet."

"Well……"

Upon hearing this answer, "Li Mu" paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something and continued to ask:

"So...so, have you gotten your driver's license yet? Have you bought a car?...Oh right, did you deposit your money in Guangfa Bank? Did you attend their entrepreneurs' reception?"

Li Mu's eyes changed slightly.

Looking at "himself" sitting in a wheelchair, gazing at him with...unparalleled expectant eyes, he thought for a moment and shook his head:

"I just started taking my driver's license test and haven't received it yet. The money is indeed in the bank right now, but today was the first time I went to the bank to discuss the interest rate for large client savings. As for the cocktail party... Manager Wang Fan, do you know him? He invited me to attend an event called the Dingjin Entrepreneurs Club Investment Conference tomorrow. Oh right, I also have to interview the crew of 'Young Justice Bao 2' tomorrow morning."

"!"

For some reason, Li Mu suddenly became somewhat excited after hearing his answer. But... unlike the excitement of a normal person, he seemed to only be able to move his head.

Therefore, when he was excited, he acted like a bobblehead, his head trembling involuntarily.

Startled, Li Mu quickly asked:

"Are you alright?... Please don't die!"

"..."

Li Mu was taken aback.

The trembling in my head stopped instinctively.

Then, a few seconds later, his expression turned to speechlessness.

It seemed to want to say something, but immediately realized something and began to twist and turn, looking around at the space.

After scanning around, his gaze finally settled on Li Mu's face, and he examined it carefully.

After a silence of more than ten seconds, "Li Mu" suddenly asked:

"Let me guess... This isn't the first time you've met me, is it? Or... have you encountered other 'me's' before, and had conversations with them?"

“!!!!!!”

No reply from Li Mu was needed.

When his expression changed, "Li Mu" seemed to understand.

Then, an indescribable smile appeared on his face again, followed by intense curiosity, and he asked Li Mu:

"Is there a time limit here? Or are you sure you'll run into me again? Or... can we have an open and honest talk? Talk about... other things between us."

Li Mu deliberately emphasized "we" to highlight the key point.

At this moment, an event that Li Mu had never imagined unfolded before his eyes.

Faced with the expectant look in his eyes as he sat in the wheelchair, Li Mu pondered for a few seconds and then nodded:

"Okay. I'm actually dreaming right now, and you're the third... me I've met. The first me was a conman..."

In the dark space, the two people, one standing and one sitting, one talking and one listening.

The sound was deafening.