The small rain tapped on the window, accompanied by the howling wind and cold temperature, making the warmth of the bed all the more cherished. Qian Jiangyue pulled up the quilt to cover his shoulders, then he opened his eyes, the scenes and plots of the dream emerged in his mind, real yet illusory, but the thrill and horror were experienced as if he was there himself.
"The same dreams again." He closed his eyes, waited for two seconds, sat up from the bed, then reached for the Coat on the bedside table and put it on, "Still the same as before, I'll write them down first. Maybe if I want to become a writer in the future, I can use these inspirations." He got out of bed, put on his pants, then sat at the Desk and opened the Deep Blue Notebook to the middle Position and began writing.
Since he had just woken up from the dream, his memory was quite clear, and he wrote diligently for Half an hour before putting the pen down.
