When the belly of the fish on the horizon is first white, the stars disappear with the night.

Qianling woke up in the faint flickering light, and saw a room full of dozing goblins, shining with light. Outside the wooden window, night and day are intertwined, and the rainbow bridge that lasted all day has disappeared after the baptism of the long night, leaving an unclear trace, empty and falling between heaven and earth.

"Satsuki?"

The scattered light and shadow, his sleeping face is very clear. It was still loosely rung, long hair, deeper than the night, strands wrapped around the edges of pale skin. There is a shallow breath on the thin lips, like a lost spirit in the depths of a dream, like a small blister quietly rising from the mirror, psychedelic and unreal.

The newly built wooden house still retains the gloomy freshness of the trees, bathed in the scattered starlight in the sky, and groups of goblins are quietly dozing off on the beams and windows, and the clear light flows back and forth, connecting with the fireflies flowing in the air like water.

Lan Yue sat in a corner of the room, surrounded by a bunch of shiny little goblins. He fell asleep, his arms around the girl in his arms, and let her sit comfortably on his lap, leaning on his arms, his wings extending out from behind him as before, caring for the girl's body against the cold of the twilight - like a warm and comfortable cradle.

"Satsuki ......?"

Qianling lowered her voice, looked at him quietly and seriously in the night, and slowly leaned down as if she was enchanted by him. The sneaky fingers slid over the young man's fair and flawless skin, caressing the outline of the ice muscle and jade bones, lingering for a long time, and finally quietly covering the soft and cold lip color, and rubbing the fingertips over the petal-like thin and beautiful lip shape. And his long eyelashes drooped, and he was still asleep, and his delicate and harmless face slept in her palm, like a budding water lily among the ripples of a summer night.

Fireflies glow and linger over the ends of their hair. Qianling's amber eyes became clear in the night, and the color of her pupils was soft and gradually became beautiful, staring at the silhouette of the person in front of her, unable to move.

"What if I slept so badly......? I'm going to hit your idea, what should I do?"

She muttered quietly, softly.

Playing with his long black inky eyelashes again, Qianling laughed softly, her heart full of what seemed to be filled with something. Then, as if remembering something, Fu again stretched out his fingers with a serious expression, and gently pulled a few strands of tangled hair behind the boy's ear—just as he had done during the day.

"Good morning...... Moon. ”

So he stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the man, snuggled up to him, and closed his eyes. In the early morning light, like a turtle, it dwelled in the warm harbor formed by the embrace of the young man and the black wings, allowing the remaining sleepiness to invade the whole body little by little.

When will it start......

She fanned her eyelashes in the last consciousness, and her fingers slowly groped along the cool robe, burrowing into the young man's slightly cool fingers, and clenching them tightly.

Just looking at you like this, it becomes so reassuring?

In the morning, the morning glow is like fire, the breeze blows away the clouds, and a rainbow bridge appears between heaven and earth among the handsome green mountains.

Qianling exclaimed and ran in the sea of flowers, startled a cluster of round goblins jumping around, pointing to the brilliant bridge of light in the sky, and rejoicing:

"It's coming out again, it's coming out again! It didn't rain last night, huh?"

Lan Yue stood among the sea of flowers, her clothes flew in the wind, her long hair was curled and sprinkled straight into her waist, her face was stained with the morning light, and her beautiful facial features became more clear and three-dimensional.

"It's like ......"

Qianling looked at the rainbow, her skirt danced in the sea of flowers, and muttered:

"The source of the rainbow is the same. ”

It has taken about a hundred years and a thousand years to make the colors of an entire world so beautiful and dazzling.

"The Forgotten Lands. ”

Qianling looked at him when she heard the voice, and repeated softly: "The Forgotten Land?"

Lan Yue raised her eyelashes to look at her and nodded:

"The place of exile of the ancient gods. Now that God is gone, he is a desolate place, abandoned by the world. ”

"But," she said stubbornly, "I've never heard of it. ”

He turned his head and leaned in front of the young man:

"Satsuki, do you really know everything?"

He only slowly lowered his eyelashes, turned and walked towards the other end of the sea of flowers. The tail thorns hung down under the fluttering robe, and a cold and quiet voice came, saying an understatement:

"I've been to a similar place with a person. ”

Qianling still looked at the rainbow, raised her hand to block some of the light, and blinked:

"Someone? Who is going to find someone in the Forgotten Lands?"

His footsteps slowly stopped, and he stood in the midst of the sea of flowers, strands of hair rising and falling with the wind. The back is thin and bleak, like a whale stranded on an isolated island.

In the end, he didn't answer.

There are those in the forgotten land, and those who have forgotten in the world. If there is no place in the forgotten land...... What kind of person should he be?

"But I love it here. The rainbow was reflected in the amber pupils of Qianling, and she slowly turned her face sideways, through the vast sea of flowers, and looked at the wooden house crawling with goblins under the shadow of the trees, her eyes were half warm and half sour, "I like it very much, I like it very much." ”

The wind lifted the hair and robes, and Manju Sawa was glowing. Lan Yue turned sideways, and her slender white fingers stretched out to the girl:

"Ling, it's time to go. ”

Qianling slowly picked up the little goblin lying on her shoulder, walked to him obediently with her head down, put her hand in the young man's palm, and shook it.

"Later...... Can you still come?"

Lan Yue stared at these eyes that were shining with hope, pondered for a moment, and slowly spoke:

"Maybe you ......"

"Forget it. Qianling interrupted him, walked straight to the young man, and naturally jumped up and hugged the person's neck with both hands, and found a comfortable angle to rest her chin on his shoulder, "Let's go." ”

I want to leave her here alone, no way.

The breeze rises, and the elegant and slender black wings stretch out to the extreme, setting off the waves of the soft sea of flowers. The crooked rainbow bridge is still hanging high in the sky and the earth, the clouds are flowing by, and there are small cyan transparent jelly jumping in the sea of flowers farther and farther away, and the sound of "chirp" is heard in the distance.

Qianling waved her hand vigorously and vigorously, and her eyes touched the shadow of the vast woods, the small wooden house built by the young man himself. Naturally, I thought of the demagogic sleeping face in the starlit morning, the arms that embraced her, the pair of black wings that sheltered like a harbor—and the warm and soft embrace, with the most reassuring body temperature and smell in the world.

Her eyes were a little red, and she twitched her nose carefully, and slowly tightened the hand that held the boy, like an escapist ostrich burying her cheeks deep in his neck.

There are so many, so many meteor-like encounters in this world.

Those good times, beautiful scenery, and beautiful people came so suddenly, and they were gone so briefly and never returned. But when the long road of green mountains and green waters is exhausted, in the end, you have to go back to the smoke of war.

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