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Yesterday, I dreamed again I was sitting on a boat, which is a cabin built on the deck. The interior is similar to the layout of a bus. There are two rows of seats on the left and right, and one row of two seats on one side. I was sitting on the right side, and the man sitting next to the window on my right side was a man named Lao Ou (pronounciation), and he was a talkative person.
Suddenly the hull shook a few times, and the people around were a little flustered. I knew something had happened. Immediately afterwards, news came that there was water in the cabin. I stepped on the deck layer, and the water in the cabin was the water in the hull below my feet. But there are still a lot of people sitting inside. It is hard to imagine the scene of those people being trapped by the water and unable to get out, and finally suffocated to death.
After a while the storm subsided and the hull returned to normal. Then some people came in one after another from the door. Those people were the part of the people who sat in the hull under my feet just now. They were still alive, and they came up to sit here. I am really happy for their survival.
Although there are still vacancies on our floor, the seats are limited, and it is estimated that there will not be too many people. Old Ou, who was sitting on my right just now, is now sitting on the aisle to my left and one row behind, and there is an empty seat on his left. Then when a middle-aged man approached him, he stood up and asked the man for 100 yuan to sell the empty seat next to him. I thought it was unbelievable at the time, this is simply a sky-high price, how can you do this at such a time, it is simply taking advantage of the fire. What's even more inconceivable is that the man accepted it readily, and he was very happy and grateful after paying a high price. This situation made me even more incomprehensible. Then I saw that there was a vacancy on my right, and I thought about selling it to make money like him, but I couldn't do that, so I gave up. Then the man happily paid Lao Ou, and some other people also paid Lao Ou, and I also stuffed money to Lao Ou.
The more I think about it afterwards, the more wrong I am, why should I give him money! What a pity, that money was wasted.
Later, Lao Ou returned the money he took from me, but I still regretted giving him the money. I gave him the money and he gave it back to me afterwards, as if I was pawning, disgusting. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com