"Are you real?" Bai Xiong repeated the extremely stupid question, "What the hell are you talking about? You're standing right here!"
"Yeah, I know," the homeless man nodded, "You might not understand what I mean. Look, I breathe, and it even hurts when I slap my own face... But I always feel like something's not right. For instance, I shouldn't possibly know you, yet you give me this bizarre sense of familiarity. As if we've known each other a long time and we're even on good terms."
Bai Xiong looked at the guy in front of him with a disgusted expression, "I don't want to have anything to do with you. I'm not crazy!"
"Maybe you are, you just don't know it..."
Bai Xiong was clearly becoming unhappy, "I don't want to listen to your crazy talk anymore."
"But you stopped!" the other immediately said.
"What??"
"You stopped... You were already at the corner of the street and as soon as I called you, you stopped."
"So what?"
