(1) Words from the bottom of the moon

This is what happened when Reimu and his party found Melly on Sado Island. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Eryan Yuzang was talking to her "old acquaintance", she seemed to have encountered a little situation, and she didn't have a very happy conversation. After hanging up the phone, she left all three girls from Gensokyo, and left her alone on the boat to take care of the blonde "sleeping beauty".

So, the three of them walked all the way back to the hotel, and after a simple wash, they turned off the lights and went to bed.

Reimu hadn't slept well for two nights in a row, and now he finally seized the opportunity to burrow into the bed, and immediately slept worse than a roast suckling pig. Alice doesn't particularly need sleep, their magical bodies are kept by magic, and as long as they have good energy circulation, they won't get tired. But what could she do on such a quiet night?

She lay flat on the bed, squinting shallowly, her mind going over and over what had just happened, and the symbols in the strange book floated before her eyes like ghosts. Suddenly, a small sound disturbed her thoughts. With a slight friction sound, she only felt that her face was slightly cold, as if an evening breeze was blowing. When she opened her eyes, she saw that the moonlight was cunning, through the light gauze curtain, and hit her bed.

The gauze curtains flutter in the wind, like a bride's ruffled skirt. Behind it, the sliding doors of the small balcony were open, and a vague figure was lying on the balcony railing, bathed in the moonlight.

Glancing at the empty bed by the window, Alice knew that the only person standing outside was Marisa. She got out of bed, lifted the curtains, and walked out, only to see Marisa standing there barefoot, wearing only a thin white silk pajamas, barefoot, with her back to her, looking up at the flawless full moon.

Marisa's curly blonde hair was draped over her shoulders, glistening in the moonlight, like real gold threads. Alice walked up to her side gently, put her hand on her back, and said softly as she brushed her fingers through the loose blonde hair:

"What's the matter, Marisa, aren't you afraid of catching a cold when you run outside dressed like this?"

Marisa didn't pay attention to her, but stared at the moon in a daze, and after a while, she turned her head, looked up at her pair of blue glasses, and whispered:

"Did I wake you up?"

"Not really," Alice said with a slight smile at her, "I didn't sleep at the beginning, I just closed my eyes and recuperated." ”

"Really?"

Marisa turned her head back, this time at the dark grove below.

"Alice," she asked after a moment, "you say, am I particularly useless?"

"Huh?"

Alice felt that she had misheard, and that she had the impression that Marisa, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, could not possibly ask such a question.

"That said," Marisa continued, "I seem to be getting worse and worse off with you. ”

"Just now, when I was on the radio, do you know how I felt? To be honest, I was scared, scared. The vampire was only inches away from me, and one step further could take my head. To this day, I still tremble with fear when I think about that scene. ”

"Isn't that normal?" Alice said quickly, "People are afraid when their lives are in danger, so why be ashamed of it?"

"No, you don't. Marisa turned to look at her and asked, word by word:

"Tell me honestly, would you be scared in the face of such a trash fish?

Alice couldn't answer this question. She opened her mouth several times, but finally it was stuck in her throat, and she didn't say a word.

"Isn't that right, you're not afraid?" said Marisa very calmly, "because there's no way an enemy of that level could threaten your life." But he can threaten me, he can kill me. ”

"I have to deal with every enemy you don't look down on, and if you make a mistake, you will be doomed. You think this is normal, you are actually right, my weakness is normal, and your strength is abnormal. ”

"I ...... That was not what I meant. Alice tried to plead a few words, but Marisa laughed...... smiled, but there was no joy at all.

"Hehe, I know you're not going to embarrass me to my face, but, that's what you've been thinking for a long time, aren't you?"

"You are an orthodox magician who moved out of the Demon Realm, Reimu is the guardian of Gensokyo, as for the vampires in the Red Devil Pavilion, the undead princesses in the underworld, the undead who live in seclusion in the bamboo forest, or the great monster hidden in the cracks of space, in my opinion, they are like gods. ”

"You are strong, because you were born strong. I am weak because I was born weak. I'm supposed to be a village girl in the middle of the people, but I want to live a stable life, but I want to touch the sky that belongs to you, this is beyond my strength, right?"

"Marisa!"

Alice couldn't help it and yelled. She wanted to give her a few lessons, but when she looked closely, she realized that Marisa was already crying.

"I'm sorry...... Alice. Marisa rubbed her eyes and sobbed, "I just think...... What I've always wanted to do, what I've always wanted to achieve, I've ever had the chance to achieve......"

"If I hadn't died in heaven...... Then one day, I'll be too old to even ride a broomstick. At that time, you will definitely become stronger and more beautiful than you are now...... It's a pity that I'll never be able to wait for that day......"

Alice looked at Marisa and felt that something was clogging her chest, and she was uncomfortable. There's no way she's going to fool Marisa with a false lie, but what else can she say?

Do you want to say, "Yes, what you said is right, your ideals are unrealistic, give up as soon as possible"? No, although she was very ashamed to admit that she thought so from the bottom of her heart, she could not say it.

So she didn't say anything, and took Marisa into her arms. The two embraced each other under the moon until tears ran out.

(2) Eyes

This is what Nalan Twilight saw when he drove to the hospital to pick up Kaiodis, and wandered around with Shotmaru Wen.

"Oh, the hospitals in the world are different, high-end and high-grade. ”

Wen was shooting around the corridors of the hospital with her camera, and although everyone around her looked at her with caring eyes, she didn't care, and enjoyed herself.

She folded her wings, and looked like a normal young woman...... Well...... To correct it, an ordinary young woman.

Wen patted for a while, casually pushed open a ward door with a "203" door on it, and walked in. As for why she went into this ward...... Probably because the room number is easy to read, right?

"Excuse me, random interview!"

When she entered the house, she was unceremonious, and stood there generously, taking pictures of the person lying on the hospital bed. Fortunately, this is a sick number, and if it were someone else, it would probably be necessary to get up and beat her.

Room 203 was a single room, and lying on the bed was a pale, thin middle-aged man, with shaved hair and a body full of tubes, the other ends of which were connected to various sophisticated and complex instruments. On the small table next to the bed, there were some yellowish flower baskets and untouched fruit bowls.

The man had a helpless smile on his face, and he didn't look very angry. Of course, it is also possible that the body is too weak and does not even have the strength to be angry.

"What kind of illness do you have, sir?"

After taking the photo, Wen put away the camera, took out the notebook, and asked questions while making her interview notes. As for the motivation for this interview...... Completely, it's a whim!

"Stomach cancer. ”

"Yes, stomach...... What is the stomach?"

The hand holding the pen froze with the smile on Wen's face.

"Stomach cancer, advanced. The man repeated, and he didn't seem shy about his condition.

"That's ......"

Wen's expression became solemn, and she put away her notebook and pen.

"You're a journalist?" the man asked.

"Sort of. ”

"Then the two of us are also together!"

"What are you doing?"

"Travel photographer," the man said, "I've traveled all over the world, taken all kinds of weird photos, and even won a Pulitzer Prize." ”

"yes, that's amazing!"

This is true, you know, unlike those gossip paparazzi who play tickets, Wen Ke is professional, she is one of the few people in Gensokyo who knows what the "Pulitzer Prize" is.

"Haha!" the man laughed dryly and continued:

"By now, though, my career as a photographer is coming to an end. The doctor said I was running out of time, but I thought he was farting. ”

"Why?"

"I have signed an agreement to donate all my healthy organs when I die. I'm dying, but someone will live for me. ”

When he said this, his eyes shone with life, as if he were not a terminal cancer patient.

"But," he said suddenly, and said in a somewhat depressed voice:

"There's one thing I can't donate, or I can't find someone to trust. ”

"What's that?"

"That bag over there," the man said, pointing to a small black bag on the table across the bed, "could you please open it and take a look?"

Wen did as he said, walked to the table, picked up the small bag, opened it, and saw a single-lens reflex camera lying inside, Leica's, with a retro design, but a serious digital SLR camera. On top of that, there are all kinds of camera accessories, memory cards, lens hoods, chargers, spare batteries, and a few lenses.

"It's ......"

Wen turned his head and looked blankly at the man lying on the hospital bed.

"That's my eyes, or rather, something more important than my eyes. It has accompanied me through countless countries, countless days and nights, and it has seen more than I can see with my eyes. My cornea can be taken whenever someone needs it, but with this camera, I want it to go into the right hands. ”

"So, I ask you......" said the man, "can you inherit this 'eye'?"

"Me?" Wen said with some surprise, "Why me? We met for the first time today, right?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen a reporter like you. "I've run through the battlefield, I've gotten lost in the wilderness, and I've even interviewed the world's most vicious greats. It is all thanks to a keen intuition that I have survived until now and was eventually taken away by cancer. And my instinct tells me that you can see something more bizarre and weird than I have ever seen in my life. ”

"Now, can you tell me, would you like to take it?"

"That's right, of course, very willingly!"

(3) Fake flowers

This is the story of the first night when Nalan Twilight and Kazami Yuka first arrived in the world.

"Two single rooms, swiping cards. ”

Nalan Yu took out her credit card from her wallet and handed it to the hotel receptionist. Yuxiang sat on the sofa not far away, looking very bored.

"Sorry, sir, the private room is fully booked. ”

"It's a double room, not a double room, but a two-bed one. ”

"Okay, it's two people, right?"

"That's right. ”

"Please wait a moment. ”

After a while, Nalan Yu took the room card, and under the contemptuous gaze of the front desk lady, she walked through the palatial hall, called Youxiang, and the two got on the elevator together.

"It's peak season here, and the rooms are tight, so there's only a double room left. ”

In the elevator, Nalan Twilight explained to Yuka.

"I don't care. ”

Yuka clasped her hands and leaned against the wall, not even looking at him.

"I say this because, you know, little girls are always imaginative. ”

"Do I look like a little girl?"

"No, you're old enough to be my mother. ”

"What are you talking about?" Yuka turned her head and glared at Nalan Twilight, "Repeat it to me, I didn't hear clearly." ”

"I mean, Miss Yuka, you're so beautiful!"

"Humph!"

"Ding! Twenty-seventh floor, here. ”

Stepping out of the elevator, the two walked through the quiet, dim, warm, and fragrant hotel corridor to their room.

Double standard rooms, five-star standards, there are all that should be there and what should not be, such as lubricating fluid and sleeves placed on the bedside table openly. When Yuxiang picked them up, looked at them carefully, and asked Nalan Twilight what they were for...... He was really embarrassed to death.

Other than that, Yuka didn't show much curiosity, sat on the bed, went to the balcony, walked around the bathroom, turned on the TV, thought the TV was too noisy, and turned off the TV...... She remained silent until she found a bottle of fake flowers on the coffee table.

"What's this?"

Yuxiang picked up the vase and turned to Nalan Yu and asked.

"Flowers. ”

Although she didn't know why she was asking such a question, Nalan Yu gave her a standard answer.

"No, it's obviously not a flower. Yuka said, and leaned up to sniff carefully, "It's dead." ”

"Haven't you seen a plastic flower?"

"I've only seen dried flowers. ”

"That's when you live in the countryside every day and don't see much. ”

Nalan Yu lay flat on the bed, holding his head in his hands, and said lazily:

"Dried flowers are air-dried flowers, and this thing is plastic in the shape of flowers. ”

"Is there any point in this kind of thing?"

"Of course! Flowers will die, dried flowers will become moldy, fake flowers will never have these problems, they will be more beautiful than real flowers, they will be stronger, and they will never wilt. I've been there for years, and I haven't changed it. ”

"Oh, is it?" Hearing this, Yuka looked a little disappointed, "Isn't it just a fake made for fear of the flowers withering?"

"Hmm...... You can say the same. "But I'm more inclined to think of it as a substitute for real flowers, after all, not everyone has the time to take care of flowers." ”

"Are you making me laugh?"

Youxiang put down the vase and said with a puzzled face:

"Use this kind of thing instead of real flowers?"

"Any questions?"

"Yes, because living flowers are irreplaceable. ”

Yuka walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, turned her head and said to Nalan Yu on the bed with a serious face:

"The value of flowers lies not in the days when they are in full bloom, but in the days when they are ready to bloom and the scattered after they bloom. ”

"Your theory is very new, tell me about it?" Nalan said with a smile.

"It is precisely because there is a time when the flower is not ripe and there is a time when it withers that people will look forward to it and cherish the short period of time when it blooms. Without withering, blooming loses its value, and without death, life is simply not worth cherishing. The beauty of the flower is never because it can bloom forever, compared with the eternal things such as the sun, moon and stars, its beauty is only for a moment, but in this moment, it can compete with the sun and the moon, which is its value. ”

"Flowers that never wither do not need to experience the bitterness of the seed lying dormant in the ground, nor do they need to experience the pain of withering, and their beauty comes completely without price, so it is too vulgar and cheap. If something is not hard-won, it will not attract attention. Tell me, Nalan Twilight, did you notice that fake flower when you walked into this room?"

"Nope. Nalan spread his hands and said, "If you don't say it, I won't know about its existence at all." Actually, I think you're quite right, but...... You know, Yuxiang, in this world, the more vulgar and cheap the beauty, the more there is no shortage of appreciators. So you see, such fake flowers are placed all over the building. ”

"I've only been here for two hours, and I've already started to hate your world. ”

"It's okay, you get used to it after staying for a long time. ”