Translating for the english speakers(rip me i went through the whole thing with a translator 🤕)
The snow is endless, and the cold wind blows his clothes wantonly. Obviously, there is a lot of snow in Songdian Town in winter, but when he was in a dream, the white still made him in a trance. Wherever he went, it was snowing, and even the sky was gray and white, and he couldn't tell the boundary between heaven and earth. The snow is so thick that every step has to sink into it, and the ankles are swallowed. No matter how hard it is to pull it out, every step is ridiculously difficult.
He didn't know why he was leaving, but he had no choice but to leave. He kept walking for a long time. After all, walking made him not easy to lose his temperature. It's just that I often have insomnia in reality, but I want to wake up in my dreams - it's hard enough to sleep in reality, and I have to suffer from this kind of repeated torture of walking and losing temperature in my dreams. Why haven't you woken up yet?
He felt that something was going to happen, but he couldn't stop it or know it. After all, he couldn't even figure it out himself, and his perception of those slight changes in reality was even more dull - perhaps because he didn't close his eyes all day and night, and the dream gave him the punishment he deserved. He may die if he continues, because some pictures flash back to his mind like projectors - but he prefers to feel that he is feeling sorry for his useless life.
He is not sure whether he is a person who should be hated. At least what he has heard most often since he was a child is to be scolded as a waste from his parents' quarrel. The vast majority of people in the town, as long as they know him, will think he is a freak. He will quarrel with his parents and peers, and the criticism of his elders will also make him angry. But sometimes just a few words of a friend can make him turn off, and just a few words can calm him down - friends will not alienate him because of his stinky face. But when his friend left and there was only one person left, he was not sure. Fate never wanted him to live well. He lost one job after another, as if everything was telling him that he could not do anything well, and he should not even appear in this world.
He stayed up for three days and three nights, but he couldn't get a dream.
A shadow appeared in the distance, but it melted tightly in the white, and nothing could be seen. Fortunately, there was a beginning to the story in the dream. He suddenly gained motivation and ran a few steps. But this was not a good choice - his feet were so stuck in the snow that he couldn't keep his balance at all. He fell forward and gnawed several mouthfuls of snow. The shadow was not still. After hearing the movement, it came over here. That kind of old-fashioned twist usually doesn't appear in his dreams, but Nil suddenly found that he couldn't see or remember anything. Until the shadow made a sound, he recognized it:
"Oh, Nil? Did you appear in my dream? Wait, why are your eyes so red?"
His friend's voice made him spit out the snow in his mouth, and he was pulled up by the other party. But he still can't see clearly - he prefers to call it "snow blindness" than the blur of forgetting what his friend looks like. Both of them knew that this was a dream, but they didn't want it to wake up. Dimitri in the dream is no different from reality, or no different from him three months ago - he will still see himself ask with concern when he is injured, obviously it's just a dream.
"Well, it seems to be snow blindness." Dimitri's voice is close at hand. The winter in Songdian Town will only make the trees bald and not make the hair white, so the snow does make him look like a layer of white hair. Nil could feel that Dimitri's hand was holding his face, very close to him, and his hand seemed to be wearing gloves, and the hair was twistling when it rubbed against his cheeks. God... Not only your eyes are red, but your hair is covered with snow. Won't you freeze to death?" Dimitri's voice has a hint of forbearance and sharpness.
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, it's just a dream." Nil said, and he felt very hot after falling down. Before he could say anything more, a coat was put on him without saying anything - much larger than his own size, and then he was carried up. Dimitri didn't say anything.
But hearing the sound of footsteps from below, the person on his back felt a little relieved and not so tense.
"It's good that you can still talk." Nil lay on the other's back and listened to Dimitri muttering to himself, "It seems that you are not just an NPC in my dream? Maybe... you want to tell me that you are in trouble? I've been so busy recently that I haven't been able to take care of you. I feel very guilty. And I can't contact you either." At first, Dimitri only regarded the other party as an illusion in a dream, but as he talked, he regarded him as a real confidant. Dimitri actually doesn't care whether the other party is real or not - after all, the other party hasn't interrupted his monologue from beginning to end, and he just needs a psychological support, which is enough, even if it's just a dream.
It was not until Dimitri revealed all his vacation arrangements to himself that he came back to his senses. In a sleepy state, Nil suddenly felt that his back was gently patted, and the voice came from afar.
He opened his eyes, and the other party was still walking. He was not sure where the sentence came from.
This time, the voice came from under him: "Say something, too."
Nil didn't know what to say, so he had to hug the other party tightly. He can't find something interesting to talk about from his boring life, so he can only be honest and tell something real.
"Where are we going?" He got the answer soon. If it's a dream, I think there should be a place for you to settle down. But he shook his head, because dreams are not games, and there will be no NPC tasks or rewards. Dreams generally don't get anything, but only make people sober up in a daze. But he is happy to have such a dream about the other party - if he wakes up, he may feel that he can live a few more days.
"I know it's a little naive, but I should be able to do something for my friend in a lucid dream." Nil really felt that he was about to fall into a deep sleep, but he didn't want the other party to work hard. Whether it is this dream or these conversations, it is so real - but there is another voice from the bottom of my heart telling me that this is a dream and there is no need to doubt it.
The other party carried it tirelessly. Maybe it won't consume physical strength in the dream. Nil has never felt that the speed has slowed down. Instead, I was carried like a child and almost fell asleep. It's so warm in this snow.
His eyelids were obviously completely controlled by sleepiness, but he didn't want to fall asleep...
I rubbed my eyes and yawned, and there was still a vague feeling of waking up in my eyes. It should be in the lounge - the fire is burning, and the warm light fills the whole room. The other party was sitting on the sofa not far away, and the fire made the man's hair warm, like the sun shining on his hair. Of course, Nil, who woke up, still couldn't see clearly, but it was slightly blurred - he saw someone at a glance.
"What kind of cottage in the blizzard? It's too classic." Nil thought in a daze. It will snow in Toronto, so the other party is so afraid of the cold, and I will get snow blindness at once.
Hearing the sound of his clothes slipping to the ground, the other party took the lead in opening his mouth.
"Are you awake? Are your eyes better?" Hearing Dimitri's words, Nil found that he had been rubbing his eyes.
"It's not good..." Dim came over, picked up the clothes on the ground and covered him.
Why didn't you wake up from this dream? The guilt made him notice this problem, but he felt that it was not necessary to wake up by force. Dreaming is not a bad thing. If it's not a dream, you don't have to deliberately distinguish between reality - it's causing trouble for yourself. The cottage is very warm, and the firelight sprinkles in every corner of the room little by little. It is like a safe haven in the heavy snow.
But the other party was too quiet. It was generally not a good thing to be silent when they were alone, so Nil took the initiative to provoke the topic: "As a dream, is it too long?"
"What? Oh... that's true." The answer is very perfunctory, which doesn't look like his character. Did the topic he inadvertently bring up make him feel uncomfortable? The real emotions of the characters in the dream make Nil very uneasy - how to continue if this is a dream, and how to face the reality after waking up if it is not a dream. All kinds of thoughts linger in the air. Even if they can really escape from reality, the uncertainty is still scary. In fact, I don't even have the right to choose now.
"Maybe I shouldn't always think... It would be better if you didn't go to college." Nil whispered. As soon as he said that, he realized that it was he who repeatedly pondered this in his mind that led to this dream. Those assumptions about "if" accumulated thicker and thicker like snow, and finally buried him.
But the other party didn't seem to agree. He turned his head and said helplessly, "I'm just anxious about the final week."
It turned out that they were not thinking about the same thing.
But that doesn't affect Nil getting up. When I got up, I accidentally touched the hot cocoa at the head of the bed, which not only knocked it over, but also left part of the juice in my hand. I tasted it and it was sweet. The sound of the cup falling attracted the attention of the other party. After a rush of footsteps, a concerned voice came: "Are you okay? It's all my fault that I didn't remind you of this." Nil felt that his hand was caught and played with it. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he was let go.
"Do you... want to sleep for a while?" Noticing that Nil was about to get up, Dimitri tentatively kept him.
"It doesn't matter.. I slept for a long time. NiI supported himself and refused the other party's intention to help. It's time to wake up. Whether the person in the dream is real or not, you should not be left in this small place by yourself.
The room was very small. He soon walked to the door, where the pestle was.
"Are you leaving?" Feeling that the dream was coming to an end, Dimitri came over.
A hug makes people feel at ease, and it is also a farewell. This reminds him of the past.
Before going to college, Dimitri gave a hug to everyone around him, but he didn't wait until Nil got into the car and turned around before he saw him stumbling from the woods. Dimitri
He waved at him and wanted to say something, but his voice was taken away by the autumn wind.
"When winter comes, I will come back to you."
Although the next plot was very destructive, Nil walked out of the door and fell down without looking at the steps. The feeling of weightless woke him up from the bed.
The window was wide open, and the cold wind poured in and the curtains crackled. Compared with the cold snow that made him tremble in his dream, he was more concerned about the cold wind blowing in Songdian Town all night. Originally, he wanted to lose his temper in the snow, and the pain like probation might make it easier for him to wake up, but now that he has woken up, there is nothing to complain about.
He wrapped himself in a quilt, climbed out of bed and closed the window of the rental house.
After all, it is a reluctant residence at the cheapest price. Even if he has to hear the crying of a baby and the cry of an Internet-addicted teenager in the middle of the night, he has no choice, at least before the end of the rental period.
Turning on his mobile phone, the screen reminded him that it was now three o'clock in the afternoon, but he was unemployed and didn't have to worry about being deducted from his salary because he didn't go to the company. He was relaxed. Well, but he still has to fill his stomach. After staring at the mobile phone all afternoon, he barely knew why he couldn't receive the message. It was just that the mobile phone was in arrears. He didn't know much about this before, so he just thinked that his mobile phone was broken again and he should get a new one.
After charging the phone bill at the local service station with the only money he had, he finally got what he wanted. In addition to the severance compensation, 99+ message prompts from Dimitri came from the mobile phone screen that had not been touched for one or three months. Even if he doesn't send anything, Dimitri still sends messages to him every day. So far, he has been completely used as a memo, and even sends whatever he eats. Maybe it's because I don't get a response that I insist on doing this.
The last one is: "I'm coming back this winter vacation."
On the way home, he bought himself a bottle of cold soda, took a sip, and coughed violently because of the cold wind all night, but he didn't care. Try to find a job again. If he still hits the wall, he wants to go to Toronto to have a look. It's different from Songdian Town.
Finally, he replied to the first message in three months in the chat interface: "It hasn't snowed yet this year, but it's quite cold."
Oki the end i hope you're all pleased with this translation i know some of us are lazy fr and don't wanna go through each sentence and that's oki because papi dimitri has saved the day
