Early morning.
Zhang Zian was woken up by his natural clock.
He yawned. He didn't sleep well the night before, not because of anything in particular, but because he had been dreaming. In his dream, he stood on the street, holding a piece of paper and pen in his hand, and stopped pedestrians walking by to ask them to sign his petition. For some reason, however, he could not say anything in his dream; the only thing he could do was say "ah" over and over again. He was very anxious in his heart, and in the end, he woke up.
Whatever one thought about during the day, they dreamt about at night. He knew why he had that dream. It was, of course, because of the proposal for protecting small animals. Over the last two days, his thoughts had been consumed by it. Even when he was sleeping he dreamed about it.
