What was I supposed to do again?
Why couldn't I remember all of a sudden?
He was only in his twenties. Surely his memory wasn't so bad that he couldn't remember what he'd done today.
Forget it. Getting home comes first!
—Luo Bin's thoughts.
"Little fellow, is anyone sitting beside you?"
A kindly, aged voice drifted down from above Luo Bin's head. He looked up and found himself facing an old man with a white beard.
The old man's beard was thick and long, hanging past his chest. In the middle of summer, everyone else wished they could go around half naked.
But not him. He wore a long robe. Aside from the thinner fabric, he looked just like Santa Claus.
Most striking of all, the old man's eyes were Azure. Even if someone killed ten thousand cockroaches, Luo Bin still wouldn't believe an old man would wear colored contacts like a young girl.
And "little fellow"?!!
What kind of name was that?!
"Little fellow, is anyone sitting beside you?"
Luo Bin glanced around. It was midday, nowhere near rush hour, and there were plenty of empty seats. He couldn't understand why the old man was so set on the one beside him.
"Little fellow, is anyone sitting besi—"
"No one!"
Luo Bin answered flatly.
After sitting down, the old man gazed through the window at the storefronts sliding past, then began spouting lofty ideas that made no sense at all.
"Sometimes, what your eyes see and your ears hear isn't real! To part the layers of mist and find the true way out, you must look at this world with your heart. Gradually, you'll realize that everything you're experiencing is only a dream. But you mustn't dream it for nothing. You have to draw a deeper lesson from the