Xiao Ming, who was sick, was reading in the dormitory when he was on the day shift. Suddenly the door opened.

Xiao Ming, who is ill, is reading leisurely in the dormitory. The leaves rustled outside the window. Xiaoming put down his book and stared at the scenery outside the window. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew with earthly filth. Xiao Ming rubbed his eyes; At this moment, the door opened. Xiao Ming's eyes are a little blurred, and he seems to see the beauty that should not exist in this world. She stood outside the door, the wind blowing through her hair, with a faint fragrance. "Let's go," she said, stroking the hair on her forehead. At this time, Xiao Ming seemed to get an electric shock and came towards her like a demon.

"Bang, bang, bang" Wake up, son! Get up and move the bricks!

Xiaoming gave a wry smile. "It turned out to be a dream."