Chapter 1 What is this?

  He was pressed down by the "nightmare" again, Yang Heng thought to himself. This so-called "nightmare", also known as "ghost pressing down on one's body", is actually just a state where half of one's brain is awake while the other half is still asleep, according to scientific explanation. When Yang Heng woke up and tried to move but couldn't, he knew that he was having another nightmare. This feeling was all too familiar, no need to panic, take it easy.

  Move your little finger, it's good that your little finger is moving, open your eyes again, your eyelids are heavy and can't be opened, this is normal, ten times of nightmare, eight times you can't open your eyes, shake your neck again, this is the most important step to get out of the nightmare, I'm shaking, I'm shaking.

  "Ah, why is this nightmare lasting so long? I just can't wake up. Yang Heng suddenly became anxious, okay, let's go through this program again. First, move my toes, one, two, three... it's fine, my toes are moving easily. Move my fingers, one, two, three, four, five... all five fingers can move too. Ah, right, the other hand, one, two, three, four, five... they can also move, just not very far."

  Open eyes, eyelids are heavy, as if something is pressing on them, which is different from usual, shake head.

  "Heng'er, you're awake. Are you hungry? Mom will get something for you to eat right away." It was indeed a dream. Mom didn't know how many years had passed since she left. And this wasn't even her voice! Why did it sound like it had some Shaanxi accent? Don't mind her, continue to daze off... one, two, three, four... Wake up, wake up, hurry and wake up! Yang Heng'er was getting anxious.

  "Heng'er, you've been waiting anxiously, Mom is here, Mom is here. Mom made chicken soup for you, and specially slaughtered the big rooster from our house. The doctor said that you're injured and need to nourish yourself well."

  This self-proclaimed "mother" person appeared again, mumbling something, and then Yang Heng felt as if he had been helped up, now it seemed like he was sitting down, but there was still someone holding him from behind, otherwise he would fall over. At this time, Yang Heng didn't have the energy to think about anything else, because a bowl had already been placed at his mouth, and something was being poured into his mouth. Was this the "chicken soup" that the self-proclaimed "mother" person mentioned? Indeed, there was a very strong chicken soup flavor inside. When did chicken soup taste so rich? It seemed he was still dreaming, although he would forget about it after waking up. But for now, in the dream, he might as well enjoy this rich chicken soup.

  "Gulp, gulp," Yang Heng took big mouthfuls, fortunately in his dream he still had the ability to swallow, otherwise how could he enjoy this delicious and savory chicken soup? Yang Heng greedily swallowed the chicken soup, good stuff, should drink more.

  "Don't worry, don't worry, look at you child, there's still plenty of chicken soup here." This woman saw Yang Heng swallowing and was overjoyed. If he couldn't even swallow, wouldn't that be a living death?

  But in Yang Heng's heart, he thought to himself, "Am I injured? If I'm injured, shouldn't I be getting an IV? Why do I feel hungry?" This is a problem that needs some serious thinking. What's going on here? And another thing, this body doesn't feel quite right either. It feels uneven, with big and small lumps all over the place. It's really uncomfortable. And what's with this covering? It sounds like there are rustling grass sounds coming from it.

  "Wuuu..." Who was crying? Yang Heng heard the sound again, or rather, woke up from his dream once more. "You old thing, our kids just went to eavesdrop on that sour scholar's lesson, and you're punishing them so severely. If anything happens to our kids, I'll fight it out with you."

  "Daughter, I was wrong, it's my fault. But you also know that these days our family has been in a difficult situation, and Li Sanlang is really putting on the pressure. If we lose this shop, where will we go? And why did that sour scholar come so late, after Li Sanlang had already arrived? If I didn't punish that kid, they might have taken Heng'er to the government office."

  "Child, child, my poor child, those characters are not something our family can learn, why didn't you listen? You even sneaked to the private school to study in secret. And your heartless father, isn't he just a Li Sanlang? He wants this shop front and we'll give it to him. Your heartless father actually made you kneel by the stove as punishment, is that a good place to kneel?"

  Yang Heng roughly understood that he might have traveled through time, or maybe he was still dreaming. This dream had been going on for a long time, and he had drunk many bowls of chicken soup, but each time the flavor was weaker than before. It seemed to be the same chicken making the soup every time, which showed that this family wasn't very well-off either. What kind of stove was it anyway? Who was Li Sanlang, and what was his own identity? Why couldn't he learn to read?

  "Yang's wife, the master said 'do not look at what is not in accordance with propriety, do not listen to what is not in accordance with propriety'. And I advise you, it's better to follow Li Sanlang's intentions. Otherwise, hehe, we'll meet at the government office." The previous part didn't make sense, it seems that the scholar who was tricked into roasting the fire pit has arrived, but listening to this tone, it should be someone who came to mediate for Li Sanlang.

  "This cheap mother is not easy to mess with, 'Get out, you sour scholar, you're called Mr. and you're still pretending, what's the matter with you, don't think I really don't understand, get out, get out, get out, if Li Sanlang wants this shopfront, let him come himself.'"

  "Oh my, how can you hit people, crazy woman! Crazy woman, I won't talk to you anymore." It seems that this cheap mother doesn't know what she used to beat up this so-called scholar, but it's estimated that calling him a scholar shouldn't be right either, he should just be a literate person who recognizes a few characters. I don't know if he opened his own private school or something else.

  "Yang's wife, I've come to help your husband take off the medicinal bandage." "Ah, it's Doctor Wang! Please come in, please come in. You're troubling yourself again." "No need to be polite, ma'am."

  "Heng'er, are you awake? Mother wants to help you up and remove the medicinal cloth from your eyes." Ah, I said how come I haven't seen anything all along, it turns out there's still a medicinal cloth on my face, and it's even covering my eyes, hopefully nothing's wrong with my eyes.

  Yang Heng anxiously thought about it, and with the help of his mother, he sat up. "Doctor, you said my child can't move or speak, when will she be better?"

  "Yang's daughter, I told you before, this eye can be guaranteed to be cured, but if the soul is lost, we need to find someone to call back the soul. Don't know if you've found anyone." "Found, a Taoist priest was also found, and a Buddhist monk was also found, they all said it would get better soon."

  "Then Miss Yang doesn't have to worry anymore, it will take a long time for this soul to return to its original position. Have you seen your husband once or twice in the past few days?"

  "Oh, oh, my son Heng used to only move his fingers, now he can move his wrists." But no, after Yang Heng's efforts for several days, now both his hands and feet can move, but he still thinks this might be a dream, an endless dream.

  "That's good, that's good, this is a good phenomenon to recover." Slowly, the cloth on his face was unwrapped layer by layer.

  "How is it, Heng Er, can you see your mother?" Yang Wei slowly opened his eyes, focusing and refocusing, "Ah, ghost!" As soon as Yang Wei's eyes were open, he found a pale face with many scars in front of him, and then let out a loud cry and fainted.