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妈，在我晕倒的时候，发生了一些我不能理解的事情，我现在也不知道该怎么和你说，总之你就相信我就对了。
你说吧，是这样的，我在上一次晕倒，就记不起以前的很多事情了，我唯一能知道的，就是你和老姐还有家里边的这几个人，还有我们出城时候发生的事情。
是不是从你见到普问舟之后？老妈问道，哎，可以让这个黑胖子背锅啊，这样不好吧，可照实说，我不是这地方的人，可能还不是您儿子，我就是睡着了，不知道咋就进到你儿子身体里，然后我没有这个身体的记忆……
直男癌也是有智商的好吗……对老妈，好像就是遇到那个黑胖子之后就出现这个情况，我笃定的告诉老妈，拳头不由得攥紧，感觉鼻尖开始冒汗。
AfterIshouted，therewaslightningandthunderonit.Atlast，therewasatree.Itwasmyuncle‘stree
Ican‘tseehowhighitis.Ofcourse，Idon‘tknowwhatitis.NowIfeelthatI‘minreality.Mylifeisreallysimpleandsimple.WhereIamnowisbeyondmyknowledgeandunderstandingability.
What‘sthesituationofthetreegrowingfromaboveFortunately，Iknowthatitshouldbemyuncle‘sseed，andthatthelightningisjustonmyhead，thesurgingenergyandthehairsstillstandingonmybody，remindingmethatIjustmightbedirectlysplitbythunder
Thereisabuzzintheear，andtheheadisalittledizzy.IguessIhavelostmyhearingtemporarily.
Thattreejustgrewoutofnowhere.Isawthatthebranchesandleaveswerestillstretchingout.Itwashorribletowatch.
Ijuststareatthistreegrowingsolong.Idon‘tknowhowlongit‘sgrowingslowly.Iapproachitlittlebylittle，reachoutandtouchtheleavesatthetopofthetree.There‘snobigreaction，justthefeelingofordinaryplants.
Ileanedovermynoseandsmelledasmellofplants，butI‘mnotabotanist.Idon‘tknowwhatkindofsmellandplantspeciesitis.
Thewholetreeisinthewhitefog.It‘snotasclearasmydreamtree.WhatIcanseeisthecrown.Istepbackadozenstepsandlookup.
WheredoesthetreegrowItmusthaveroots.Therootsmustgrowinthesoil.IsitsaidthatthesoillayerisaboveButonlyinthecloudscanlightningbegenerated.
Let‘ssmoothit.Thewhitefogassumesthatit‘sacloud.Thetreegrowsontheground.Justnowthecloudproducesthunderandlightning.Thenthetreegrowsoutoftheground，andIwalkheaddownintheskyThis...Idon‘tthinkIdrinktoomuch.
HowhighistheearthandtheskyIhaven‘tseenatreegrowingintotheclouds.It‘snotaDanishfairytale.
Myheadisdizzy.Factsaretheonlycriteriontotestthetruth.WouldyoulikemetoclimbupandhavealookIalwaysfeelthatthistreeislikeanindependentspace，andmydreamtreeistotallytwoenvironments.
AlthoughIenteredintomydreamworld，whichisnotacommondreamofordinarypeople，butatbest，it‘sjustthedifferenceofthetimes.Wedon‘tusemobilephonesandcomputerslikemodernpeople.Ourfamilyisonlygoodatartsandmartialarts.
ButIcangetintothedog‘sbody.Idon‘tthinkit‘sthecurrentsituationhere.It‘snoteasyformetowalkintheskyorinthesky.
Myheadisfullofwool.Iwanttoclimbupthetreecrowntohavealook.
WhenIwasachild，Iclimbedtrees.Theforksandbrancheswereallhorizontalandupward.Icouldusemyfeetorhandstohelpme.
Butthelongtreeisupsidedown.Thebranchesareallslantingdownward，andthebranchesinthecrownareveryelastic.Whenyougraspit，youwillbenddown.Youcan‘tborrowanyforceatall
Nowit‘ssoinlinewiththelawsofphysics!
Pulledatreeleaf，Ididnotclimbup，thecrownisbald.
Anyway，I‘vewalkedbackandforthonce，andIknowhowtogetin.Let‘sthinkaboutitslowly.Asfortheproblemthatthedreamfruitcan‘tbeopened，Idon‘thavetoworryaboutit.It‘sbeyondmyimaginationtomeetmyuncle.Let‘sgobacktoseemymotherandsisterfirst.
IgobacktothetreeofdreamsandfeelthefruitofdreamswithoutdyingAlas.
Lookingdownatthemirrorfloorforalongtime，Istillcan‘tgetinandchangeit.
Now，howtogetoutIjustwokeupwhenmymothertoldme.HowlonghaveIbeenhereWhydon‘tmymothercomeandhavealook.I‘msittingunderthetreewithmyheadrestingonthetrunk，wait!
Ifellasleepinadaze.Suddenly，Ifeltinsecureinmyheart.Ishouldnotsleep.WhatotherimportantthingsarewaitingformetodoIt‘sfamilyaffairs.What‘sthematterDon‘tfallasleep.Iopenedmyeyesforamoment.
Mom，Imadeasubconsciouscall，waitingformyselftobarktwice，toremindmymom，momThevoiceisclearandfamiliar.
Hey!
Mom，I‘mafraidI‘vehearditwrongandcalledagain.It‘slikesomeonekickedabasinorsomethingoutside.It‘sjinglingandechoing.
Then，madam，theyoungmasterwokeupthefamiliarvoiceofZhongBoandcriedoutinpanicandjoy.
Thedoorofthehouseispushedopen.ZhongBo‘sfamiliaroldfaceappearsatthedoor.Youwakeupagain，youngmaster.Hecallsmewithredfaceandsurprise
Whatdoyoumeanwakeupagain
He‘sright.Ihaven‘tbeenunconscioustwice.
Energetically，mymother‘svoicecamefromthedoor.Zhongbohurriedlygotoutofthewaytoletmymotherin.I‘malsoveryhappy.I‘mbackinenergetically.Icanhelpmyfamily.I‘mlookingforwardtoseeingthenewsfrommyuncle.
IsthereanythinguncomfortableMymothertouchedmyhead，tookmypulsegateagain，lookedatmyfacecarefully，andfinallyshowedasmile.
Mom，Icried，lookingatmymother‘shaggardfaceandbloodshoteyes，noseacid.
Madam，theyoungmastermustbehungry.I‘llgethimsomeporridgetodrink.TheoldfaceofZhongBoissmilingandturningintosunflowers.
Myheartissowarm.Althoughtherearemanydangersandbigtroubles，it‘sgoodaslongasmyfamilyissafetogether.
Exceptagainsttheenemy