dream life

I'm spending more and more time in bed, and even though I'm going to be in the hospital for the rest of my life, I still want to spend more time running and jumping under the bed, or reading and writing in the garden, but it's obviously gone It became a wish that I couldn't realize—my cancer cells had almost spread to my whole body, and I should have less than three months to live.

My name is Lin Anji. I was born on May 2097, 5. I was an ordinary orphan who grew up in the "Dreaming Baby" orphanage in the imperial capital. Fortunately, my dean and his wife—Mr. and Mrs. Smith love others more than others. The children love me more, maybe because I am pretty good looking, maybe because of my enthusiasm and intelligence in reading, maybe because of my optimistic and cheerful personality—or maybe I shouldn’t speculate based on my short-sightedness Their selfless love.

The tragedy began during the spring semester of my sophomore year, shortly after my 19th birthday—and I finally knew the cause of the headaches that had plagued me for so long—when the doctor announced that I had three months to live.

The good medical system in Imperial Capital will not let Mr. and Mrs. Smith worry about my medical bills, but I just want to live.

I just want to live.

This day Su Nian came to see me again. Su Nian’s English name is Alexander. He was my deskmate in junior high school and my classmate in high school. We were admitted to Imperial College of Economics and Management together. In this era, he is undoubtedly the proud son of happiness --- he was born in a scholarly family, and he is a veritable noble son. His grandfather Su Siying is the principal of the Imperial Capital School of Economics and Management.

However, there is absolutely no domineering look in him. He has always been so good and low-key. If it weren't for his outstanding appearance, no one would have thought of his such a good background.

"Alexander, did you hear back from the email you sent to Mr. Nakamura?"

"Not yet, just wait!" Su Nian handed the peeled orange to me, "Mr. Nakamura should be very busy, but he just applied for investment in Dad's company last year, so it should be impossible not to reply this time." mine."

"Oh, I hope he sees it sooner!" I took the orange and leaned on the head of the bed anxiously.

Nakamura Yusaku is a Japanese genius IT youth. He invented a very innovative large-scale life experience program - Dream Life, which puts the human body into a dormant state, powered by machines, and only keeps the brain cells highly active. In the form of alpha waves, the scene chosen by the experiencer is reproduced in his dream, and the senses are constantly stimulated to maintain the authenticity of the experience.The longest experience period is [-] days, and it is [-] years when mapped into the virtual dimension.

If you simply want to experience life in a dream, the cost will be quite expensive. However, the team has recently launched an "exchange" service. If you donate your body to DreamLife organization after your death, you can enjoy up to [-] days of DreamLife experience for free.

However, Mr. Nakamura also has requirements on the status of the donor, which has become my worry, and I hope I can get this opportunity.

It's just that Su Nian's Japanese email has been sent for a long time, when will I get a reply?

"The image design this time is very similar to yours, except that the height has been reduced by 8 points to better match the character. Your net height in the program is 164 cm, hair color, eye color, skin color, including skin The freckles are very close to your original image, you are really the experiencer with the highest degree of restoration I have seen, and of course, you are really beautiful."

"I'm sorry, I just want to pursue the most authentic experience." I thank Mr. Nakamura for his praise, "but I'm worried that 164 is still too high, after all, the person I want to find is really too short..."

"You don't have to worry about this!" Nakamura Yusaku is very confident, "You will change the development of the original story after you enter, trust my design, it will never embarrass you!"

The script I chose was a very old anime - "Attack on Titan" was published nearly 100 years ago, and the copyright of this script was bought by Dream Life two years ago, placed in This era has become very cold.

However, when I saw the cover, I was suddenly attracted by the fiery red roses on one of the uniforms. There were also a few small bright and delicate blood-colored roses tattooed on my shoulders, which were with my girlfriends on my birthday. Bar Mitzvah stamp on laser tattoo parlor.And the uniform with the fiery red rose belongs to the garrison regiment in the story. This regiment is not the protagonist, but the person I want to find is not the protagonist either. He is a very short and rough image—the strongest human soldier long.

The son of a whore, the strongest human being, who is over 30 years old but still has a childish face... I have to say that this image is really attractive. I showed Su Nian the anime, and Su Nian also said This character is very distinctive. Nakamura Yusaku has repeatedly emphasized that he will not invade my privacy-program all the original data in the experience first, and let the subsequent stories develop as they please, instead of manipulating everything. I can understand this, just like Human growth is only based on a primitive data-genes, and develops naturally in an external environment full of infinite possibilities. The results of this development are both predictable and unpredictable.

I'm so excited, I really want to live, even if it's only in a virtual dream.

Which name should I use to introduce myself to Levi?Is it the Chinese name I always use, Lin Anji, or my real name, MurphyWilliam (Murphy William)?

I was lying in that huge machine, watching the anesthesia gradually injected into my body, and my consciousness began to blur. Outside the glass cover, Su Nian desperately waved to me. He held up a large white cardboard with thick cursive written on it The words "Take care of yourself!"

Why did this guy suddenly care about me so much?I tried to give him a smile, don't worry, I can do it, my friend!

These six years must be a beautiful dream... I want to be a free and healthy person, and I want to live a good life for myself...

When I opened my eyes, I was in an empty white room. A guy with a monocle and dressed in Central European style began to introduce himself:

"Miss Lin Anji, welcome to officially enter the dream life experience program designed by Mr. Yusaku Nakamura. I am Jerry, the dream housekeeper of the dream life experience group numbered N773, and I am the latest version of artificial intelligence numbered 3000R. You are the general person in charge of this experience. First of all, I would like to reiterate Mr. Nakamura’s wishes for this experience: 1. This experience is only the result of inputting all the original data and allowing it to develop freely. Experienced respect, the designer has absolutely no possibility of deliberately operating..."

"Okay, okay! Stop! I've seen this many times!" I interrupted him, "Jerry, let me familiarize myself with my story identity and skills first!"

After flipping through the thick booklet, I finally had a complete understanding of myself in my dream. My age is set to be 16 years old, and I am the adopted daughter of Jerry Ackerman. Jerry Ackerman Mann was Koucher's childhood sweetheart.I have three entry points, when Levi was eight years old, and when he was 34 years old. Of course, I can also choose to be by his side all the time when he is, but the condition for doing this is to escape a certain disaster, what kind of disaster Woolen cloth?It was his uncle Kenny who brought me down!

Anyway, when I finally found out that I was free from my illness and free to do what I wanted to do, I was so excited.

The passage of virtual time has been stretched to six years, six years, this is the six years that God has bestowed on me.

I must, live for myself once!

Is this the underground street?

In this way, sunshine is really a luxury.

I followed Jerry with my suitcase and hurried away with my head down. There was a fat man in the brothel with a sexy penis in his arms and whistled at me.

Dead pig!I cursed secretly in my heart, let's see if I don't blow up your fat intestines!The fighting skills and strength of my body are on the same level as Levi's after adulthood, so I don't have to be afraid of anyone.

This is strength, the freedom it brings to people!

Jerry signaled me to stop, straightened his clothes, and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was a scrawny little boy, but his clothes were clean. His messy black hair grew so long that it almost covered his eyes, but the eyes behind the black hair were clear and strong.

"Son, are you Kusher's son?" Jerry put down his suitcase and squatted down, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders, "Is Kusher in?"

The little boy pushed his hands off his shoulders, lowered his head and opened the door to let us in. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a big bed with a weak looking woman leaning on the head of the bed.

The little boy sat back in a corner without saying a word, and Jerry stepped forward to hold the woman's hand, "Kuchel! How can you be so emaciated after not seeing you for so many years?! Have you received the letter I wrote to you?" ? Is that child your son?"

"Jerry, I'm sorry." Kushell wrung his hands and lowered his head, "I never wrote you a letter." Then suddenly she noticed me again, "Is this your daughter?"

"Yes, she is my adopted daughter, her name is Angelia, she is 16 years old." Jerry pulled me over to ask me to say hello to Kusher, I tried my best to give this woman an innocent smile, trying my best Make myself look like a 16-year-old girl, but I don't have to pretend, I am young myself.

"Levi! Don't play dead there! Go and pour tea for your mother's friend!" Kushell's words suddenly became very sharp, and the little boy in the corner stood up slowly, his eyes were so cold that it was almost unbearable Belonging to a child, "If there is no tea, how can I pour it?"

"If not, go to your bald uncle to borrow some! Didn't you see that there are guests at home?!" Kuchel's voice became louder and louder, but the little boy turned around and entered the back room, and dropped a sentence , "Why didn't the previous guests drink tea?"

Kusher's face was blue with anger, I couldn't stand it anymore, I chased after him to the back room, the little boy was sitting on a chair in a daze, I took out two hazelnut-filled chocolates from my pocket, and handed one to the boy .

"What is this?" Levi didn't reach out to pick it up, his eyes were full of vigilance.

"It's delicious!" I peeled off a piece and put it in my mouth, "Dad bought it for me, it's so sweet! Are you sure you don't want to try it?!"

I peeled off the other piece and put it in his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, but seemed to be defeated by a child's curiosity and greed. He opened his mouth tentatively. With quick eyes and quick hands, I stuffed the chocolate into his mouth. .

He chewed slowly and swallowed it not long after. I felt a little sense of accomplishment, "How about it, is it delicious?!"

He didn't answer me, "Your father is rich? How much will he pay us?"

My heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.

This kid, the hero of every family, grew up in the darkest underground street in the most complex brothel in his childhood. He thought that Jerry was also a paying customer, and he thought that Jerry would also come to "deal" with his mother.

It's not his fault, how many people should have seen, came to his mother with money, did he ever know, who is his father?

No, I must save him, I must let him see the sunshine and beauty of this world, and I must return this precious experience of childhood to him!

The old gray room with its tattered cobwebs.

The emaciated and irritable mother who was bedridden.

The rough clothes, the indifference and confusion in the little eyes.

My hero, I must, save you!

"Hey, you want to live here." Levi looked at me who was making the bed, and asked curiously but seemingly casually.

"Yes, that's what my father meant. Your mother is sick, and we will take care of you and your mother here until she fully recovers!"

This house only has an inner room and an outer room, separated by a curtain, which is pitifully dilapidated. Jerry dragged two small beds and placed them in the inner room. One is my bed and Jerry sleeps by himself, making the small inner room even narrower. , but Levi still doesn't want to sleep with his mother, he still plans to sleep on the small bed in his back room - the big bed outside is where his mother receives guests, and he doesn't want to touch it as long as he can remember.

Levi, whose child are you?

Who on earth could make Kusher tempted to keep this child willingly?

Or was it just that Kucher was lonely back then and wanted to keep this life as her companion, or was it simply that she didn't want to kill this poor little life?

In the original story, there is only one simple statement: the client's child.My hero, I saw Levi's pussy body, and I felt my heart bleed.

On the first night, I probably couldn't sleep.

The night was very quiet, occasionally there was a series of coughs from Kusher, Levi turned his little body over, and his little quilt just fell to the ground.

I quickly got up and got out of bed, picked up the small quilt for him and covered it lightly, but unexpectedly, he suddenly held my arm tightly with his small hand.

"Mom...I'm so hungry..."

That voice seemed to be sobbing softly.

My tears welled up all at once.

I was too careless!It was already night when Jerry and I arrived here, and I took it for granted that the mother and son had already eaten their dinner... I was still wondering why I had to go to bed at seven or eight o'clock just now, but I didn't know that they were sick and couldn't pick up guests. How was Kusher going to provide a decent dinner for her poor kitten-thin son? !

Even so, he still didn't ask me for food just now.

This is a good boy who is so strong and distressing.

I grabbed a handful of bills from my suitcase and stuffed them into my pocket, shaking him slowly again, "Li-chan! Levi...wake up...I'll take you out to dinner...to your mom too Go get some food and come back!"

His kitten-like thin chin, as well as his extremely pale complexion, are like knives cutting out my heart.

My hero, let me protect you, okay?