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When people have dreams

Imagine the world where all people live like they want to live, where people work in their dream - jobs, where they don't have to struggle with their unwanted jobs and do what makes them unhappy. Just imagine the world where people can easily reach their dreams... What about this book? Here is the answer... The man whose name is Skyemoone, who can't love or be happy, lives his own life and spends his days by writing and talking to his students. He has a good life. But one day, he gets tired of everything and he writes a book. The book which will change the whole world. Why it will change the world? Because after people read it, they suddenly understood that they were living the life which they didn't dream of. Suddenly, everyone leaves their jobs. Stops what they were doing. And for what? To make their long forgotten dreams come true. Now, everyone begins to live how they wanted to live but never had a courage to get up and reach their goals. People became free and everything is possible. No one can't stop them. They can commit crime, do many things and nothing can stop them. And all because Professor Skyemoone opened their eyes and showed them that Person should live and achieve his or her goal no matter what. To live like you want to live. And no one will stop you. Isn't it happy world? And now answer, do you think you are strong enough to dream and live like your heart tells you? Because in the end, everything changes so quickly that people can not control their dreams and who they have become.

Leon_Kingraph · 现实
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120 Chs

Lucky day

"I used to work in a factory. I spent all my youth on that job. And now look at me. I don't work now and yet I have a lot of money. I have three expensive cars in the back of my house. And I can also buy a house in any country in the world at any time," Keita said.

I listened to him for the second hour straight. I drank the most delicious green tea, but to be honest I liked black tea with sugar better. Also, Keita is a good cook and I was surrounded by all sorts of dishes.

Keita talked non-stop. Well, Areta left. And I didn't know where he was. His absence made me look nervously at my watch. Sometimes I couldn't understand what Keita was saying.

"Areta told me everything. I'm sorry," he said and at that very moment I could make out his eyes. His eyes were big, kind but tired.

"Yes. I have lost my memory. I don't remember who I am or who I was. But I don't want to remember. Not now. Somehow I feel like my past will only hurt me."