Dreams sometimes torment people more than reality.

  I always think that life is hard, so at least I want to forget all the unpleasant things when I sleep. The quality of my sleep depends on my sleeping posture, which is something I have no control over unless someone helps me correct it. Okay, actually, I just can't get a good quality of sleep.

  Sleeping has become a very random thing for me, I'm an ordinary person, just like everyone else, and sleeping is basically one of three things: having a good dream or a nightmare, or not dreaming at all and waking up to dawn. Good dreams don't come easily, they still require the accumulation of effort in daily life, for me, good dreams are as rare as high scores, and even when I do have a dream, it's often a nightmare, and getting out of bed afterwards is really depressing, after all, sleeping is also a skill that requires technique.

  This time I'm dreaming again. To be exact, I hope I'm dreaming.

  I couldn't sleep anymore.

  These days are the final exam week, and I'm almost a senior, so I have to go around delivering resumes and attending interviews. When I was swaying on the bus going to the interview venue, I often thought, "It's so hard to come back and forth for three hours just to attend an interview, if I accidentally pass it, will I still be swaying like this to work in the future? What a pain!" Although I think so, I still have to go to the interview without hesitation, which means I don't have confidence in myself, so my behavior becomes humble. Ah, how pitiful!

  "Thank you, we will notify you if you are admitted."

  "Ah, okay. Thank you."

  Apart from the interview room, I let out a sigh of relief. My originally uncertain heart became even more uncertain.

  It was a rush before, did all these professors agree to set the deadline on the same day of the same week? I don't even want to think about how long my sleep time adds up to in a week, such a complicated math problem.

  Wearing an ill-fitting suit, forcing out a professional smile, pretending to be composed in front of the interviewer, discussing topics that I haven't thought through and can't think through. Ha, it's really ridiculous.

  But at least I made it through.

  One should reward oneself instead.

  "Your face is okay, this one is on me."

  The handsome guy said coolly.

  "Thank you! ...Hmm, delicious! Too delicious, Master!"

  "It's too kind of you. Miss, you must be hungry, have some more."

  This handsome guy is really genuine, good-looking and considerate. If there were more people like you in this world, it would be peaceful.

  I wanted to convey these words to the handsome guy, but this idea was interrupted by several girls sitting in the adjacent seats.

  "Hey handsome guy, when are you off work? I'd like to invite you out for a meal."

  "Long wait. This is your noodle."

  The handsome guy quickly arranged several bowls of noodles in front of them and walked into the kitchen to prepare new ingredients.

  The girls' trick didn't work, so they had no choice but to obediently eat their noodles.

  Great job! Keep up the good work and I'll always support you. Also, wish your business booming!

  I'm secretly cheering him on in my heart.

  Filled my stomach, and the gloom in my heart also dissipated. I'm really a very easily satisfied person. Today, I started interviewing from morning till the last one, with four consecutive interviews, by the time of the last interview, my facial muscles were already twitching.

  Nothing is more exhausting than pretending to be happy.

  But all that is over, at least there's still some time before the next wave of "fake smile exams", I can have a good night's sleep tonight, even if the young couple next door makes noise again, my drowsiness will be able to block it out.

  "Huh, you're back?"

  As soon as I stepped into the courtyard house, I heard the landlord leaning on the balcony of the second floor smoking.

  "You look very tired. How was the interview?"

  "How did you know I was going—" Forget it, he's a god, I've already started accepting this setup, and some things just don't ask.

  "So-so, I guess; not much hope."

  "Hey, you're so young, how can you be so lacking in confidence? Come on, Uncle will treat you to a meal tonight."

  "Thank you for your kindness, but I'd rather go back to sleep."

  "It's still early, isn't it? Nighttime is when young people's lives really start! Come on up!"

  Since night belongs to young people, shouldn't you uncle go to sleep?

  I still went to the old man's room, no choice, who made him my landlord and god?

  "How's your drinking capacity? I can't drink at all."

  The uncle prepared 2 cups and poured some beer.

  What's with you pouring beer? By the way, I haven't even answered yet, hey.

  "I'm also not very good at drinking."

  "Then let's have some orange juice."

  He then took out orange juice from the refrigerator and poured it into the cup that had wine in it. I really wanted to say, is this how you're treating me? Although my expectations weren't high to begin with, did you have to use this kind of punishment drink on me?

  "Come."

  "Thank you."

  I pretended to take a sip.

  "Miss, life's road is still long."

  "Is it?" "Yes."

  "Everything will change. There will be a turning point when you least expect it."

  He took a sip of the mixed drink in his cup, and since the small living room didn't have its lights on, I could barely make out Uncle's position through the streetlights and moonlight shining into the window.

  It is.

  I heard him humming softly, he must be laughing.

  "Happiness is just around the corner, here's a toast to you."

  He moved his cup closer and I didn't move, so he reached out and "clinked" against the cup in my hand.

  Last night, I had a dream. It was a long-awaited beautiful dream. Someone led me walking on the road, with a pace that was neither fast nor slow, just right. When I looked up, it was the handsome master of the ramen shop, so I felt at ease. I heard the handsome guy's voice saying "It's okay, don't worry, don't be afraid, you don't have to think about anything. Everything will be fine." The voice sounded very comfortable. The handsome guy in my dream was more talkative than usual, although he just repeated a few sentences back and forth. I thought maybe it was because I hadn't heard the handsome guy say many words before, so there were only a few sentences stored in my brain. The handsome guy held my hand and kept walking, turning several corners and crossing several streets, just listening to his warm and calm voice all the way. Because it was a dream, I didn't feel tired at all, feeling light and airy, wanting to keep walking like this without stopping. After all, how many chances do you get in life? I should enjoy the handsome guy's big hands and listen to his voice for a while, since he appeared in my dream, I should make the most of it.

  He pulled me all the way to a mansion, an old-fashioned foreign-style house, with stairs as soon as you opened the door.

  The stairs were very high, and I had to exert some effort to climb up. He turned around and gently pulled me up. Then he walked to the end of the second floor, opened the door and looked inside, seeing the back of someone's head. The person heard us coming in and slowly turned their head around.

  Dreams have always been involved in psychology, physiology, science and superstition, and the fields they cover are very broad. They also have a special mysterious feeling. As for why there is a mysterious feeling, it's because dreams will never let you see what you really want to see, always keeping you in suspense.

  As soon as I woke up, I was both excited and anxious, eager to know who the person in the room was. It seemed like there wasn't just one person, okay, nothing matters anymore, anyway, after an hour, I'll probably forget most of it.

  I took a glance at the watch and found that there was still some time before class, so I tidied up and went out. I saw the old man sitting on the balcony, gazing into the distance. Suddenly, I remembered his words from yesterday, and I'm still grateful to him - his "treatment" of me had cleared my mood completely. I felt a surge of joy and greeted him.

  "Good morning, uncle!"

  The uncle saw me waving at him with all my might and smiled, "Life is short, run, miss."

  I burst out laughing, this guy is really getting into it.

  "Oh! I'm leaving!"

  I listened to him today and set off at a jog.