"No, no, no..." A big boy was sleeping on the bed, flailing his teeth and claws, as if he had a nightmare. He howled loudly, like a young deer that was scratched by a leopard and tried desperately to escape but lost its direction, screaming hoarsely and terrified.
Just as he was about to lose his breath and die, a woman in silk pajamas hurried over, picked up the big boy from the bed, held him in her arms, and kept stroking his spine, "Haozhen, Haozhen, wake up."
However, the boy still did not wake up. In his dream, a pair of eyes full of hatred made him fall into endless fear. He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't close his eyelids, so he could only stare straight at the pair of eyes that exuded hatred.
The woman held the boy tightly in her arms, as if she was praying, as if she was reciting something. Every time she recited a sentence, the boy's body would tremble violently.
The boy was sweating all over his head. He woke up slowly after more than ten minutes, his eyes blurred: "Mom, what happened to me? Did I scare you?"
The woman looked at her son with lingering fear and asked him: "Haozhen, is it still the same nightmare?"
The boy nodded.
The woman looked at her son with a pale face and said to Haozhen: "Why? Why has it been more than ten years, and the nightmare has been haunting you. Son, I will take you to see a doctor tomorrow. No matter how much it costs, I will cure your illness. We will find the best doctor in the world and use the best medical equipment in the world. Even if it means bankruptcy, mom will cure you."
Haozhen is a handsome boy, vaguely like his mother when she was young. His skin is the kind of white and delicate that even girls envy, but there is a sense of paleness, and his face also reveals a kind of morbidity. However, his morbidity can arouse the natural maternal protective desire of many girls, and his angular and handsome face makes many girls fall in love with him.
"Mom, don't waste money. We have been to so many hospitals, but the results are the same. The doctor can only say that I am malnourished. I don't have any disease. I am just a little weak and weaker than ordinary people. I have had nightmares for so many years, but I am used to it. In my dreams, there are only corpses in various miserable states, and those eyes full of hatred make me a little creepy."
"Then you should have a good rest. You still have classes tomorrow." The woman wiped the beads of sweat from the boy's forehead.
"Mom, don't worry. Go back to sleep quickly. So many people in the company are relying on you."
"Mom is not sleepy. Mom is here with you." Haozhen's mother looked at her son with pity.
The boy lay down, wrapped himself in the quilt, took two deep breaths, and his breathing was completely comfortable. The depression in his chest, like a stone pressing down, was relieved.
"Mom, do people have past lives?" The boy asked the woman curiously.
"Son, why do you say that?" The woman was surprised.
"Because I always dream of a person in my dream, and he said he was my previous life."
The woman asked: "Who? Who did you dream of?"
Two words popped out of the boy's mouth: "Xiang Yu." After saying "Xiang Yu", he also felt incredible, this was simply impossible