With admiration, I once again opened Robinson Crusoe. I am trying to "communicate" with the adventurers in my mind, but I don't want anything hateful to hit my head, so I slowly fell into a coma.
I don't know for a long time, but I came to the door of a very decent similar office. Hey? I knocked at the door in surprise. "Who's that? Please come in. " When I opened the door, a standing secretary was sitting in the boss's chair and reporting to a boss. I looked, ah! What happened? Wrong door, right? Huh? It doesn't seem right either. Where is this? 2 1 century? I can clearly feel my legs shaking: Jurassic? Although I think so in my heart, I must also verify it. I immediately interrupted the secretary's report and said to the boss, "Who are you?" "Boss ..." The secretary said, "Xiaoxue, go out first." "I'm Robinson, and you just wanted to watch Robinson Crusoe a few minutes ago!"
"ah! A few minutes ago. In other words, it is the twenty-first century now? " "Well, yes, you are also very imaginative!" The boss gave me a compliment. Oh,no. If you have Robinson, you can't miss it. I said, "can you lend me a piece of paper and a pen?" I want to interview you. Can you accept my interview? " Of course.
"What did you think was the real purpose of your voyage at first?" I asked.
"In order to realize the dream.
I started as a sailor, but I still insisted on going out to sea every day to accumulate experience, so that my companions were buried in the sea. "I survived my experience," he replied.
How do you feel on a desert island? I asked again.
He said: "When I first arrived on a desert island, I had a normal reaction: fear! Surprised! Wait, all kinds of complicated emotions are intertwined. Knowing my truth told me: I must be optimistic, so I recorded what I saw, heard, thought and thought, recorded all the advantages and disadvantages, dated the year, month and day, and corrected the bad places. "
I still want to ask, but my head hurts again.
"I am now the director of the rice factory! Young man, what's the matter with you? Headache? " .
"I ... I ..."
In this way, I returned to reality. Alas, I have been dreaming, and my head is kissing the floor. No wonder it hurts like that! Although this is a dream, I like it.