As Li Lan began to speak, Li Zhiyuan's mind was instantly enveloped by a "brain fog."
It was gradually covering his mories and perceptions, pulling him back into that specific past scenario.
To this, Li Zhiyuan expressed understanding.
Although the Dream Ghost was in a state of panic and gradually losing control here, at least for now, the dream was still a dream. As long as its main frawork hadn't collapsed, it would continue to operate according to the set process.
However, Li Zhiyuan didn't quite like this "gradual" process. He could feel a force obscuring his mories.
This gave him the feeling of being insulted to his face, his intelligence being questioned.
Since this mory overlay was irreversible, he would rather have it done in a more smooth and silent way. Otherwise, why not just raise a dust storm or flash a lightning strike, and then instantly change the scene, imrsing himself directly?
But upon second thought, Li Zhiyuan suddenly realized a point of contradiction: before he was pulled into the pickup truck by the Dream Ghost to listen to the radio and act as a guest comntator, he had probably been pulled into the dream many tis already.
Logically, he should have been worn down considerably, at least becoming increasingly accepting and numb to such dreams.
How could it be that upon entering a dream again, it would still take so long to set up imrsion for himself?
So, Dream Ghost, what exactly were you doing before?
The brain fog was forming, and so things were already slipping from Li Zhiyuan's mory. He could only think as much as possible in the limited ti he had, even if it was just by inertia of thought.
This shouldn't be.
Li Zhiyuan admitted that, on a ntal level, he exceeded many of his partners.
But he wouldn't naively assu that, by relying on this, he could make himself stand out so distinctly in this dream.
Any phenonon that defies common sense must at least have one objective influencing factor.
Li Zhiyuan quickly recalled in his mind the conversation between the Dream Ghost and himself on the pickup truck.
The young man had a suspicion arise in his heart:
The Dream Ghost's soft tone was directed at him.
So,
isn't there a possibility,
that the issue with the dream doesn't only involve Tan Wenbin and Yin ng,
but his own dream,
is also having issues?
Just as this thought ford, the "brain fog" completed its coverage.
Li Zhiyuan's mory froze a year and a half ago, when he hadn't yet returned ho to Nantong.
The young man's appearance also changed at this mont, a bit shorter, with a rounder face; the sense of physical strength from practicing basic exercises disappeared, and the oppressive yet calm deanor cultivated from experience was erased as well.
Li Lan's embrace was right in front of him. Li Zhiyuan displayed a joyful smile, rushing into Li Lan's arms, the mother and son embracing each other.
"Mom, I'm so happy."
They were the epito of a loving mother and dutiful son.
Back then, the boy was like this, still holding onto expectations for his mother, even though he knew she didn't like him, perhaps even detested him, yet he persistently clung to her sleeve.
After embracing, they separated. Li Lan held a ticket in her right hand, while holding Li Zhiyuan's hand with her left, the mother and son walked into the amusent park.
Even though there was no ticket inspector, Li Lan still went through the motions of handing over a ticket and having it checked.
Li Zhiyuan obediently stood by his mother's side, occasionally displaying curiosity and longing for the amusent park.
He also leaned slightly towards the inside, trying his best not to obstruct the paths of other tourists.
Even though, in reality, apart from the mother and son, there were no other tourists at all.
This was akin to Lin Shuyou's dream, where on the way rushing towards his burning family temple, the closer he got, the fewer people he saw on the road. However, in such circumstances, he wouldn't pay attention to such details, as he was sowhat thick-skinned.
So, the dream would simplify unnecessary things since it wouldn't affect the sense of imrsion.
The sa phenonon occurred in Li Zhiyuan's dream.
But unlike the simplification in Lin Shuyou's case, even if the amusent park were crowded at this mont, from the perspective of the mother and son, it wouldn't make any difference if there were people or not.
In any case, the mother-son pair were performing, whether it was in front of real people, mannequins... or the air, it didn't make any difference.
At the park entrance, there was a cooler selling cold drinks.
Li Lan smiled as she looked down at Li Zhiyuan. Li Zhiyuan placed a finger on his lip, then subconsciously lifted his eyelids to sneak a glance at his mother. Upon eting her gaze, he imdiately shifted his eyes away.
"Hehe."
Li Lan seed to have "seen through" her son's little thoughts, stepping forward to ask the air for a price, then selecting an ice cream from the cooler.
She paid, got her change, and finally said "thank you."
Then, Li Lan tore open the wrapper, revealing a cute panda-faced ice cream, which she handed to her son.
Li Zhiyuan reached out to take it, then took a bite and raised his arm. Li Lan bent down and also took a bite.
They laughed and chatted as they started to look for rides in the amusent park.
From a god's-eye view, or rather a Dream Ghost's perspective, even without ticulously setting things up, this dream was already bizarre enough.
This mother and son, in an empty amusent park without others, perford their "invisible object" play extrely finely.
The ice cream was quickly finished, Li Zhiyuan threw the wrapper and the stick into a trash bin, then opened his arms, feeling slightly awkward.
Li Lan took out a tissue from her pocket, carefully wiping her son clean.
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