Following. The purple pupil of the pen www.biquge.info fun pavilion woke up, opened his eyes, and saw a blur of colors intersecting, like a watercolor painting without line outline. She grabbed the glasses from the table and snapped them to her face, her vision clearer. She saw that room, she was really still in that room, she came here for real, not in a dream. And last night I really dreamed, dreaming of Xinqi - is it called Xinqi? Is it called Xinqi.

Purple Hitomi twisted the handle of the purple door, and the door opened. She wanted to walk outside, at least out of the meadow. But what if she can't get out? What if she has nowhere to go? When she walks out the door, she is still afraid, what if she walks out and she can't open the door again? She panics. There was no one to help her, and all kinds of coincidences gave her disappointment again and again.

Purple Hitomi yawned loudly—like a hopeless catharsis, and as if she was hiding her helplessness. She took off one of her shoes and tried to jam it between the cracks in the door to prevent it from closing, but she hesitated - she didn't like running barefoot, so she put her shoes back on, went into the room, and picked up her backpack. This time, she put the backpack between the cracks in the door, so that the door would not close, and the backpack would be outside and she could come back and get it at any time, and the backpack was so worn and old, who would steal it?

Purple Hitomi was ready to go out and gallop through the wilderness, but she was still standing still, unmoved—was she still dreaming? It all felt so familiar to her, as if she had experienced it before, but she couldn't remember what would happen next. According to the development routine of fairy tales, shouldn't she have escaped to an isolated fairyland and lived a happy and beautiful life? Why is she still in this place? Why is she still alone? Why does she feel as if she doesn't exist in this world? Or is she the only one left in this world?

"Let's go. "The premise of getting out of a way is that there is no way out of that place." If you have the premise, what are you afraid of?"

She pushed through the wall and walked through the tunnels to the room where she had first arrived.

The five people I saw yesterday were still drinking tea, and she couldn't remember the name of the more mature man in the middle. There were still four unfamiliar faces, and five pairs of strange eyes, all of them seemed to be looking at her and they didn't seem to be either.

"What kind of tea do you want, this young lady?" Miggie picked up the teapot, ready to make a new pot of tea.

"Nothing is needed. Purple Hitomi replied blandly.

"No, you need to-" J-hee dragged out the tail note for a long time. At the same time, a hand quickly removed Purple Pupil's glasses from behind his back.

"Take off your glasses. The young man behind him picked up what J Xi didn't finish just now.

Purple Pupil felt that something had entered her eyes, and then her vision was freed from the shackles of the frame of her glasses, as if the whole world had been washed, clear and real. She turned to look at the boy who had taken off her glasses, her purple eyes intertwined with doubt and gratitude.

"Hi, my name is J Jay. The boy saw that the eyes, without the barrier of lenses, looked more beautiful. His face was reddened again as if he had grabbed her hand yesterday.

"I'm his brother, J Hee. Purple Pupil saw that the two of them looked exactly the same, twin brothers.

"Thank you. Zitong whispered a thank you to J Jie, such a bland thank you, a more polite sentence than a polite word, but its coldness was not as good as the complete ignorance of J Xi.

"Did I invent those contact lenses? Of course, it also requires my brother's agility. Of course, these are all small cases, let me introduce you, I am a person who is keen on inventing all kinds of instruments, I am actually quite low-key, but I have made ......" J Hee gushed on the side to boast about his talent.

"That's enough!" she shook her arms, and the tea set on the table fell to the ground. But they did not break, it should be said that they disappeared completely and reappeared on the tea table.

"Oh, and those tea sets! Just because you broke a teacup yesterday, I made this ......set overnight."

"J Xi, don't say it, the tea set is still there, but the tea is gone. J Jie, you go get some tea and come back. Miggie explained.

"Ziyu, let's go get it together, okay?"

"How do you know my name?" said the girl.

Miji raised the corners of his mouth proudly and said, "It's the 'purple' of 'purple', the '曈' of '曈昽', right?"

"You're wrong! It's the 'pupil' of the 'pupil'! It looks like you recognize the wrong person! I'm leaving!"

"How could I have misremembered your name? Fourteen years later, are you still that girl?" Miji looked at her seriously, "No, you are from our Feather Clan!

"Anyway, my name - don't make you mistake!" A person's name is the only sign that is given by others but will always belong to him, of course it is important!

At the moment when Purple Pupil was about to walk out of the door, Miggie pulled a knife out of his pocket and threw it into the air. The knife swirled in the air with a bright light, flying straight towards the purple pupil.

The purple pupil didn't have time to react, but the knife didn't stab her. Wings grew out of her back, and the two sharp blades on the wings blocked the knife, knocking it to the ground with a "clang".

Purple Hitomi turned her head and looked at them suspiciously.

She turned a little, and she saw it—she had wings, and those wings were waving, so beautiful.

All four teenagers were shocked that the girl was stronger than they had imagined.

Miji picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground and walked over to Purple Pupil. What is he going to do?

Miji used his knife to draw an arc on the purple pupil's wings, and then, blood continued to flow from the wound.

"Miji, what are you doing!" A teenager was a little concerned about this girl, it was J Jie.

Zitong couldn't see the wound, only felt a pain in her back, and something wanted to gush out of her mouth.

What's going on?

Purple Hitomi's tongue stretched out longer than a chameleon, and the tip of her tongue licked at the wound. In just a few clicks, the blood clotted and the wound was gone, replaced by a beautiful, white feather. Then, with a few more flapping of his wings, he vanished to make sure there was no danger.

"The names are different, the looks are different, and there are many, many differences, but I'm sure it's you!" said Miggie, unquestioningly.

There was something strange here that made her own strange—her wings, her tongue, and she didn't have time to think for half a second, and she couldn't hesitate. She looked at them like that, and they looked at her like that.

"You know what? I ran really hard for a long time! You know what? Why didn't you come to me sooner? You know what? I'm so tired! I want to run!"

"Then do you know how hard we have to find you?! How sad we are without you? How many times have we looked forward to and fantasized about your arrival! Let's not embarrass each other anymore!"

None of them said these words, because they knew that as soon as they spoke, the person who spoke would feel insincere. In this way, I silently read all the things that should be said and not said in my eyes.

"You're finally back in the reverse world......," Miggie said with a satisfied smile, "Yes!" the 'purple' of 'purple', the 'pupil' of 'eye', I won't be wrong anymore, and I won't be wrong again...... It's you. ”

"It turns out that I am indeed not in the world—not in that world, but in this world. She whispered to herself.

"Purple pupils, let's go get tea together, okay?" asked J Jie.

"I'll talk about it when you catch up!" said Purple Hitomi, who had already run out the door.