Uneasy daily life

It looks like there's a conspiracy going on.

"heard about it."

I've never actually heard of it, and I didn't care about the entertainment industry when I was in my hometown.

The hero paused for a moment, then smiled calmly and said, "It's good that you've heard of them, Bai Jun. 'The Ultimate Martial Arts,' 'Super Agent,' 'Dream Stealer'... Which one should we watch? Since you're so eloquent, Bai Jun, please give me some vivid and engaging recommendations."

Wow, it's like they're completely giving up on acting and revealing their dissatisfaction.

"Let's watch 'Inception' then! It's a very artistic film! As a seasoned expert in spoilers, let me tell you how I can accurately reveal the key plot points..."

It's all made up, but it's completely true.

The brave man appeared to believe him, his eyes gleaming with cunning and scheming.

No spoilers allowed!

The stick figure protested seriously, admitting that she had indeed come to see a movie.

Turn on the TV, insert the disc, and dim the lights.

Accompanied by the playing of trumpets and horns, twelve golden rays converged from the surroundings, coalescing into a powerful and elegant "岁" (year) character logo. As the music ended, the logo transformed into twelve rays of light that scattered in all directions, thus opening the prelude to the entire film.

There exists an immortal, ethereal monster that lives as a human by day and roams the realm of dreams at night, feeding on the dreams of others…

"The main character will die."

This method of immediately establishing the premise and introducing the protagonist has a kind of simple and unpretentious beauty. I'm already taking a wait-and-see approach to the subsequent plot. Is this the hero's trick? Trying to bore himself to death?

"The white fungus is quiet."

The brave woman sat on the left, her legs neatly together beneath her loose loungewear, her knees unconsciously tilting towards her. She habitually sat upright, seemingly a little puzzled by the simple beginning of the story.

"Don't speak!"

On the right, as the light dimmed, the stick figure seemed to have found a sense of home. She was already leaning back comfortably on the sofa, ready to turn from sitting to lying down at any moment... Well, her upper body was already lying down, and all that was missing was a bag of snacks in her hand, so she could eat while watching.

Watching the movie again... I can't say it was uninteresting, but it was just clichéd and boring.

The story of a monster watching children's dreams, adults' dreams, and the dreams of the elderly clearly involved a lot of money spent on special effects and location scouting. While visually stunning and wonderful, the plot itself is very bland. Is it perhaps a story that is artistic for the sake of being artistic?

Suddenly, a pair of feet stretched out from the side and placed themselves on her thighs with an air of self-righteousness. No socks were worn, the trouser legs covering the ankles, revealing two fair and rosy toes. The toes, of different sizes like cardamom buds, rubbed against each other, seemingly drawing warmth from her thighs.

The stick figure was lying on the sofa, looking intently at the TV with its head turned to the side, seemingly unintentionally, and indeed it was unintentional.

My upper body feels awkward lying down while my lower body feels uncomfortable → I lie down completely → I take off my slippers, and my bare feet are so cold → I look for a warm source nearby to make myself more comfortable → Anyway, he's my boyfriend and a jerk, it's just a place to put my feet.

Logical closed loop.

The sharp gaze cast from the side clearly indicated a different view.

The hero stopped watching the movie and turned his head to stare straight at her. She seemed to want to speak, but then pursed her lips slightly and looked at him silently, her expression appearing as indifferent as usual.

He lost his temper.

She has a serious and meticulous temper.

Because she had promised to have multiple girlfriends, she kept her promise and would never use this as an excuse to cause trouble. Because she was unhappy about it, she had to express her feelings, frankly reveal her dissatisfaction, and bring the problem and trouble to her boyfriend's attention.

Oh, look! The adorable hero is bubbling away.

There's anger at the stick figure's deliberate provocation, frustration at the envy of such a scene, simple and straightforward unhappiness, and a gradual acceptance of finding one's place in a new relationship and starting to actively express feelings... In short, it's a form of coquetry.

Could it be that she's planning to watch a movie together and is stretching her legs out to warm herself up? No, a brave person wouldn't be that bold. At most, she'd bring her knees together and gently press them against her own. Now that she's taking the initiative, she might even lean her shoulder over and mutter something like, "Hold me while we watch the movie."

Could this be the legendary Shura Field? !

Brilliant! Watch how I crack it!

He reached down and scratched his toes on his leg, then naturally put his fingers to his nose and sniffed them.

The stick figure, tickled on the sole of its foot, instinctively glanced over, then looked blank, then bewildered, then unleashed a barrage of kicks: "You pervert! What are you sniffing for!"

As expected, he grabbed a sofa cushion from the side and used it to block his view.

"Impregnable!"

"climb!"

The force suddenly increased, kicking the pillow, and then retreating while fighting, his back bumping into the slightly pursed-lip hero.

"Watch the movie quietly."

The brave man coldly uttered a sentence, and the stick figure curled his lip, withdrew his attack, threw a glaring emoji at him, and confidently lay sprawled on the sofa to continue watching the movie.

His gaze fell on the hero who was very close by, but the hero casually turned his attention back to the television.

Tsk tsk~ This hero is so awkward. He's unhappy, but he has to hide his happiness. He wants to get close to people, but he doesn't want to get close to the stick figure.

Poke it.

A shallow dimple was made on the hero's cheek by a finger, and her bright eyes immediately stared at her sharply and coldly. Due to the slight turning of her head, her cheek flesh was pushed to the side of her mouth—she certainly couldn't see how funny her expression was.

Fear made me stop.

The brave man turned his gaze back to the television, and his mood improved somewhat.

Poke it.

The heroine instantly became embarrassed and annoyed. The emotions she couldn't hide in her eyes burst forth, and she immediately raised her hand to hug her own arm, her slender arms closing together to hold one arm in her hand. She tilted her head slightly and glared at her: I was just being coquettish! I was just unhappy! I just wanted to say something but didn't want to! Serves you right for poking me—now you're done, aren't you? Humph!

Of course, a brave person wouldn't say that unless there were two of them, and they couldn't help themselves.

'you are cute.'

She mouthed the words, quickly concealing her panic. She glared at him again, then turned her head to continue watching the movie. Perhaps her ears were burning hot, and on her arms that were crossed, the slender fingers of her left hand twitched, her index finger and thumb making a subtle "watch out or I'll pinch you" gesture.

Tsk tsk tsk, you idiot, I'm not afraid of hands anymore. I've already told you I'm not a hand fetishist.

She watched TV again... Oh, through changes in architectural style, monsters have come from ancient times to the modern era... No, it should be said that it's a futuristic, sci-fi modern era? She began to feel a bit awkward. The more the times progressed, the more monotonous and boring human dreams became. Even the most forward-thinking children had dreams no different from adults.

Food is convenient, simple to prepare, and can quickly replenish nutrients and provide energy; children can be born through in-vitro fertilization, and there are specialized childcare schools; distances of thousands of miles can be covered in a day or night using various means of transportation; information transmission becomes simple and fast, allowing for contact with another person anytime, anywhere…

But there were no dreams.

Or rather, dreams are no different from reality.

The monsters discovered many strange things—life tools had become more convenient, yet humans had become busier, to the point that they didn't even have time to dream.

Eating is quick and simple, but there is no joy or satisfaction from the experience; it's just a way to replenish energy for the next busy day. There's no need to dedicate over a decade to raising and nurturing children, yet there's little concern for them either, as they're simply tossed around between schools. One can communicate with others anytime and travel far away at any time, yet one is tired of taking public transportation and reluctant to open communication apps.

Interesting. Is it criticizing society for entering a state of homogenization? Or is it criticizing how, as society develops, people's desires expand, eventually devouring their hearts? The monster in the dream-stealing game is caught in a state of confusion and struggle. Is it a metaphor for the beautiful heart that humanity has gradually abandoned?

interesting.

I perked up a bit, and suddenly felt a light tap on my butt.

A hero suddenly experiences a surge of sexual desire and begins sexual harassment?!

Oh, no...

The stick figure was completely focused on the movie plot, except for its feet moving around and kicking its own buttocks intermittently. Although it was partly because its buttocks were warmer in the gap between the sofa and the sofa, it looked like an unconscious act of closeness.

Much like the literary figures of history, they would laugh heartily at the moon when happy, wail at the moon when sad, and wail at the moon when full of emotion.

Stick figures represent the type whose body and emotions tend to outpace their words and thoughts.

Because I'm cute, you can kick me three times...

Give it a kick.

Fine! You asked for this!

I reached out and put my arm around the hero's shoulder. The hero was stunned for a moment, then I suddenly tightened my grip and pulled her up. While she was still confused, I quickly and silently shifted our seats!

The brave man turned his head, his gaze somewhat bewildered, probably subconsciously trying to figure out the reason. Then, like a rabbit whose tail had been poked, he turned his head sharply and saw the stick figure's restless feet kicking his butt intermittently.

She glanced at her sideways with annoyance.

He immediately pretended to be engrossed in watching the movie.

This script started slowly but improved, and it's actually quite interesting...

Unforgivable!

The tragic and grand background music is exceptionally powerful, as if it is playing a human tragedy, mourning the passing of beauty, and offering a funeral for the times. See how the desolate fate is stretched into a net, from which no life caught can break free. The struggle of one soul is a bondage to another. In the end, all life has to give up the struggle and let the wind blow through the net, playing a funeral dirge.

No matter how hard they tried to awaken humanity's beautiful and diverse dreams, they all ended in failure. The monster finally went berserk, transforming into a gigantic beast hundreds of meters tall that stood in the city. It looked up and spewed out raging flames, burning the pale sky, and roared.

I want spicy food! I want spicy food! I want spicy food!!!

The monster tore through the city, and the crowd watched it silently. Suddenly, a beam of light descended from the sky, revealing a majestic and sacred giant.

It's Ultraman!

This Ultraman is clearly extraordinary; he immediately started doing radio calisthenics, preparing to unleash his beam attack.

The camera zooms in quickly, and to the accompaniment of grand and stirring background music, Ultraman's hands, which have been gathering power, burst forth with dazzling seven-colored light.

Suddenly, the camera sharply pans upwards to the pale sky, the music stops abruptly, and the sky gradually darkens, with darkness converging towards the center.

What happened?

Just as the audience was wondering what was going on, the camera zoomed out—Ultraman had turned into a stone statue and was lying on the ground. Was that really the view from which he was lying on his back?!

Give me spicy food! I want spicy food! Really spicy food!!

The monster is still rampaging!

A serious narration voice rang out: "[Without a moment's mourning for Ultraman's death, the one who immediately rushed to the battlefield was—Master Chef Liu Baihu!]"

I will defeat you!

A powerful actor with an imposing presence makes his entrance, raising his hand and chest to meet the monster's gaze, then pulls out a huge iron pot and begins his miraculous cooking.

Gunpowder was roasted, bullets and shells were added, and bottles of germs from the bacterial research lab were added. Various kinds of wastewater were poured in for boiling. Large sums of money were stuffed into the bottom of the pot, turning into blazing firewood. Master Liu held a sniper rifle and stirred the pot. Finally, he raised his fingers, rubbed them together, and sprinkled in a little bit of the colorful air of a wonderful new world.

[Ultimate Hellish Spicy Mixed Dish - Please Enjoy!]

Master Liu smiled confidently.

The monster grabbed the large pot and stuffed it into its mouth, chewing and chewing.

It suddenly froze for a moment, then looked up and opened its mouth wide.

【hot--!!!】

A beam of seven-colored light shot out from its mouth, instantly transforming into a rainbow spanning the sky.

The monster's enormous and ugly body slowly turned into specks of light that scattered in all directions, causing a pure white rain to fall over the entire world.

As the rain fell, people's expressions gradually became more varied. They looked at each other as if waking from a dream, gazing around blankly, involuntarily drawn to the enormous rainbow.

A figure dressed in a blue and white Taoist robe stood on the rainbow, as if riding an escalator, slowly floating upwards.

Even the petrified Ultraman felt the warm light. He stood up, gave a slight Ultraman nod towards the sky, and then, with a piercing scream, transformed into a flash of light at the end of the rainbow.

People cheered, laughed, and shouted.

And so, the dream-stealing monster returned the stolen dreams to humanity, and in doing so, realized true happiness. Their beautiful story will continue forever...

A rainbow and a point of light freeze in time, and the melodious end credits song slowly emerges, as if describing the lingering peace and tranquility after a great war.

The stick figure remained motionless, terrified, probably wondering if it could be used for filming.

The brave man remained motionless, giving the impression that even with mental preparation, his intelligence had still been bitten away.

It's really...it's really...it's really...

"Perfect, so perfect! The differences of the times, the meaning of life, the philosophy of 'who am I'—it's just too perfect! How can such a work exist in the world? And this work wasn't even written by me!"

The hero and the stick figure cast horrified glances at each other, the former looking somewhat bewildered and confused.

"What is this thing?!" the stick figure yelled. "Why is there Ultraman here? Ultraman has been ruined! My childhood!!"

"Stickman, calm down! The fact that it was imported to Japan means they've already paid for the copyright!"

"Copyright is none of my business! What the hell is this? Where did the chef come from? What happened to the art film? Ultraman got defeated by that thing? What's with the rainbow? The director who made this kind of thing invited me to make a movie?!"

The stick figure clutched its head, its face filled with utter horror and disbelief.

"This is a good thing!"

"climb!"

Ding dong——!

The brave man subconsciously got up and opened the door, somewhat haphazardly.