Chapter 1340: NO．244：Dream's Continuation

NO．244：Dream's Continuation

Friday afternoon, 4:50.

Aomo Lindun opened his eyes, began contacting Shijia, Chen, He, and the Gui She assigned by Luzas to manage the garbage dump.

5:10.

He also contacted Weishieder, informing him of changes in his work duties, and also did not forget to inform that the fact would be simultaneously conveyed to the Telexisi siblings——this is very important, it determines whether that woman with an unpredictable temperament, whose relationship is not particularly close, can wholeheartedly handle his commission.

5:30.

He successively received greetings of 'concern' in various styles from his subordinate horse girls.

The reason for putting quotation marks around 'concern' is that among them were mixed in Ailisuzhi and the Sirius symbolism, content that is more provocative than caring.

Also there are Aimu Zhiji and Chengtian Bai Ren and the like, akin to an afterthought concern about your 'also the Earth Tiger Hero' style motive, a far-fetched message.

However, in Aomo's impression, Aizhi sending such messages is as common as ever, whereas Bai Ren……

Is this his personality?

This stubborn, hardline hungry wolf ought to be straightforward, either directly paying attention to people or being indifferent; doing this roundabout thing now is really difficult for her, and it's unclear whether it's someone else's idea or her own; in any case, it's worth noting.

No need to take notes; he etched his thoughts at that time into a memory file, awaiting later retrieval.

6:17.

Having detached from that series of greetings, Aomo, now back at the office, was greeted by his two girlfriends.

Usually getting off work later, Qielenina could meet Qian at the entrance to greet him, while the badger who ought to be stabilizing refreshments with snacks on the side sofa was nowhere to be seen; this strong sense of design is naturally hard to ignore, but Aomo calmly accepted the concern and consideration of his two girlfriends, and even that night's dinner was completed by them—more precisely, Qian helped Qiena with a hand.

Because up to now, everything that has happened matches the prediction.

【·Arrange monster controllers to prepare for tomorrow's action

·Contact Weishieder about plans for the rear

·Patiently handle the horse girls' messages, especially paying attention to Bai Ren's abnormality and Rudolf's calm

·Uncertain, to be verified; if Chazuo proactively mentions the order, her alertness should be raised to 40%

·When Qian and Qiena unexpectedly prepared a round of concern——don't reject, don't resist, accommodate their unease, just as usual, then wait for them to ask about last night's topic

Answer positively (in bold), you know how to respond.

·Important point 1: If no accident, the personality fluctuation period ends, contact the order

·Important point 2: If an accident occurs, the personality fluctuation period has not ended, go contact Alexis and Lapland, after that no need for me to elaborate

·Following point 1, whether she sends an invitation; if so, proceed with tomorrow's work with peace of mind; otherwise, set aside half an hour to talk; if necessary, Shu and Xi can also be contacted

Although there is only a 5% chance of this development, contact Zhong Yue

·Following point 2, your condition remains poor; first practice the Calming Heart Technique from the start, and use the Black Goat Dialogue to confirm the current deviation of mindset

If below 5%, act as if no accident; if above 5%, contact Shu and Xi, using their information to compensate for your own shortcomings.

Don't hesitate (in bold), also don't overthink (in bold)!

Below 5%, no need to contact either, to demonstrate composure and respect.

·If mistakes exceed two, you go declare on all public channels that you will not harmonize and not care about all messages, then go straight to sleep

·Following point 1, everything proceeds smoothly……

……】

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At 4:16 PM, taking advantage of the difference between that dream and reality, and also taking advantage of the order's ability to augment dreams, little Aomo wrote a super-long instruction of up to ten thousand characters, but its content merely covered a time span of two and a half days.

Because that instruction was inferred exhaustively, and it predicted all kinds of possibilities that would occur during that two-and-a-half-day period.

Each variable had a brief guideline that the person involved could understand at a glance.

Whether it's the development of events or the response guidelines, they are not only objective, but also repeatedly, in memory, cemented a sketch of each person's possibilities, and also incorporated the abnormal points that Aomo had previously recorded about their past; this can also be called an extremely subjective conclusion.

It considered every person, and even considered himself.

This should have been something that Aomo Lindun himself could easily do on a regular day, but unfortunately, the recent Aomo, under the double pressure of public and private affairs, has lost his bearings, temporarily losing that most important—overall overview of the situation.

On the contrary, little Aomo, although he uniquely does not lack that vision, but he is particularly inept at doing extensive, high-intensity sketching.

That, for his personality of indifference to everything, which enables objective reflection of everything, bears too much burden; consequently, when little Aomo writes, he must from time to time dive into the rain.

Even simply diving into the water pool, as if some hardware quality is not high enough, each time he goes to work he must sleep in icy water like a cyber hacker.

The principle is indeed the same.

Psychology needs cooling, and thought also needs cooling.

Although most things in the dream cannot strictly be called physical, that vivid sensation indeed can accelerate the cooling process of thought.

It also let the one who had observed the whole process, who had tried to provide support outside the dream—such as ghostwriting, such as refreshing the state of ability achievement, and also such as embracing this kind of primitive warm help—but the order, which had rejected all of it, watched this scene, feeling rather complex.

One must undergo such exhaustion, such bone-deep, such extreme ordeal in order to give oneself a lesson or something……

She is not unable to understand.

She had heard of, and moreover seen, scholars and heavenly masters rushing to the capital for exams who hung themselves from beams and pierced their thighs, and also had seen outside the camp soldiers urgently pursuing extreme methods of great strength.

Furthermore, she also had an older brother who had once divided himself into 181 chess pieces, and an older brother who had split himself apart to liberate his siblings.

In this world there are indeed no shortage of eccentric individuals who are harsh on themselves, but before judging their extremism, one might first look at the circumstances they simultaneously find themselves in.

The biological instinct is to seek benefit and avoid harm; so-called ruthless people are often forced into such circumstances, rather than saying it's innate cruelty, it's more that what they see and feel, everything they undergo, drives them to resort to such measures.

So, what is the child being forced by?

Looking at the child's repeated writing scene, even the order has suffered some impact.

Because even though this child possesses a largely complete adult memory, that persona remains a strange image to the order, undoubtedly Aomo's childhood.

Yet such a child can nonetheless resolutely undertake this ascetic-like challenge, solely for his spoken phrase 'let my future self walk a bit more decently'.

She does not doubt the truth of that statement, nor does she think little Aomo is just making up an excuse to pacify himself; rather, it is precisely this sentence that dispels her original sense of unfamiliarity, giving her a feeling that 'he is indeed Aomo'.

This, in some respects, is an especially earnest and stubborn example, and indeed it is capable of upholding this city in this absurd and terrifying world.

Propping up this scene that was about to collapse, yet extraordinarily resilient.

It always lets her recall the past when she had not yet been helped in this world, recalling the brothers and sisters, including herself, who once struggled in the murky chaos.

People living in the world are mostly muddled, mostly go with the flow, mostly obscure among the crowd.

Yet there is that extremely small portion, either with lofty ambitions, or carefree and content, or free and unrestrained, always able to find a path that others cannot shake, belonging to themselves.

This process may not be pure.

It also once deviated, once was confused, once hesitated, and was even originally walking another road that went with the flow, thus needing others' guidance and pulling.

But they will ultimately step onto a path different from others, that path forged with the most distinct self, looking back it seems one can summarize a way.

Having drunk the Milky Way's shared loneliness, sowed a millet seed for a thousand autumns, traversed the clumsy mountain's dry waters and great river, and used power to muddy wine to clear my heart—nothing else but this.

Although before the Sovereign Years Terrace they were marked with a year's ethnicity, in this world they would first be classified as human, then placed in parentheses.

Ling really likes this identity handling of the Federation, because everyone has a human heart, living perhaps more purely than many humans.

And even earlier, back to the time that should have been blurred in dreams, back to a time when real-world friends could never have imagined.

Ling, who always enjoyed wandering in the great dream and being drunk in the midst of actions, lingering over cups for those countless wondrous sights, under the overturned turbid-pure wine cup, saw that striking scene.

Not knowing who dreamed of whom, only knowing that the scene was splendid, the conception brilliant, even that proud bearing of wearing stars and moon also faded in the dream's illusory unattainability.

But the dream awoke, and the person remained.

Ling has seen that person's stubbornness in pursuing pride, and also seen that person's persistence in focusing on the present; his overly serious attitude toward each day, attempting to practice the concept of leisure he mentioned in idle moments in a way he himself cannot do, truly makes her feel helpless each time she looks, yet unable to find words.

He is so real and distinct that merely seeing him seems to dispel the mist brought by the cup's contents.

But he is also so profound and weary, always making Ling recall that period of time, recalling the self that seemed unwilling to step out.

On the battlefield of his life, he is like having no comrades.

Even if friends, family, and even lovers are beside him, he still has never revealed his present state to them.

That may be his deepest mental guard; some people indeed bury things so deep that even lovers and close friends never touch them, and Ling understands this very well, understanding it as understanding a self that is different yet still similar.

But Ling feels he need not be so.

Because in the long rivers and thousand ridges, the vast wilderness solitary city, everyone once openly expressed their hearts, fully speaking of all joys and sorrows.

They also once danced with chaotic shadows, wandered singing to the moon, fully expressing the coming of spring with red beans.

In those times of sleeping head-to-foot with heaven as blanket and earth as mat, everything was not yet so complicated; often it made Ling think back and forth, realizing the problem lay not only with him but also with herself.

But now, whether it be herself or him, everyone seeks a clean and perfect ending.