Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Whether this is a dream or everything I have seen before is a dream.

It’s always easy to fall asleep when you take a nap.

When I woke up again, it was already past ten in the morning.

He was woken up by the alarm of his mobile phone. Zhang Yi took the phone from the bedside table. It felt familiar. It was still his newly bought Warwick mate600Pro.

The person on caller ID was his girlfriend Fang Yuqing.

Zhang Yi quickly answered the phone. He and Fang Yuqing had been in a relationship for half a year and their relationship had always been very good. They planned to get married around National Day next year.

"Hey, Yuqing!"

A soft and pleasant female voice came from the other end of the phone, and with a hint of annoyance, she said, "I've been calling you for a long time, why did you answer just now? Aren't you home?"

Zhang Yi quickly said, "I'm at home!"

"Then why didn't anyone answer the door when I rang the doorbell?"

Zhang Yi rubbed his aching temple and said, "Oh, wait a moment. I'll be right there to open the door."

Zhang Yi slipped on his slippers and hurried to the entrance to open the door.

The door opened, and outside came an exquisite girl wearing a white dress, Gucci shoes, and carrying a Chanel bag.

It was Zhang Yi’s girlfriend Fang Yuqing.

Following behind her was her good friend Lin Caining. Although she was not as pretty as Fang Yuqing, she had always had a good personality. Because Fang Yuqing knew Zhang Yi, she had always been Zhang Yi's friend.

The two people were carrying a lot of food, taking off their shoes and walking into the house while complaining.

"I agreed to come to your house for hot pot this weekend, but you sleep like a pig. I can't wake you up no matter how hard I try!"

Zhang Yi had no choice but to smile and say that he overslept.

The two girls ignored him and carried the ingredients into the kitchen, starting to wash the vegetables while chattering.

Zhang Yi sat on the sofa in the living room. Fang Yuqing never let him do things like cooking.

Fang Yuqing once said that if a man goes into the kitchen every day, he will be laughed at if others tell them about it.

Zhang Yi looked at the kitchen behind him, where Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining were wearing aprons and washing vegetables, and suddenly felt that such days were particularly beautiful.

An intense feeling of happiness enveloped him.

I don't know why, but this feeling of happiness seems a little unreal, just like the sunlight shining through the window on his face, hazy, as if covered by a veil, and the truth cannot be seen through.

He thought of the dream again.

The things in the dream are being quickly forgotten, including the faces of the people in the dream, which are slowly becoming blurred.

After a while, Lin Caining brought the homemade hot pot to the living room, plugged it in skillfully, and then placed all the cleaned ingredients on the table.

Hot pot is a favorite cooking method among Chinese people because it is very simple and easy to make.

Zhang Yi was eating the familiar hot pot, and the two girls' happy smiles were like silver bells when they were chatting.

However, Zhang Yi was always a little absent-minded and could not forget that dream.

Seeing this, Fang Yuqing pouted in displeasure.

"Zhang Yi, what's wrong with you today? Are you sick? You've been absent-minded."

Zhang Yi raised his head and said quickly, "No, no, I just..."

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I just had a very strange dream."

"A very strange dream? How strange?"

Lin Caining asked curiously.

Fang Yuqing rolled her eyes: "You are such a jerk! Even a dream can drive me crazy."

Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "The dream I had was very long, as if several years had passed. In the dream, I met many people and experienced many things. It was so real, as if I had really lived in that world."

Lin Caining bit her chopsticks and said, "Most of us have experienced this feeling. Waking up from a dream, suddenly you can't tell which is reality and which is the dream."