"Welcome to the Place of Light. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The girl in the white robe stood behind Lu'er, and between her arms she opened and closed, and Lu'er was embraced into her arms.

Approaching, the girl in the white robe was unusually gentle, stirring the life in her arms and not believing what was in front of her.

Suddenly, the departure of my mother, his arrival, this dream is a little too warm!

She snuggled uncomfortably into the girl's arms, listening to the soft sigh above the collar. On her slender neck hung a beautiful sapphire necklace, the soft blue light rippling in Lu'er's eyes, the color as unfathomable as the sea. But what made Luer feel most incredible was the long white hair hanging down the girl's shoulders, exuding a faint fluorescence, which hit the divine sense of vision.

The boy smiled and waved at the girl. "It's time to meet again, and I'm glad she's the 7th dreamer."

The girl nodded slightly, looking at Lu'er in her arms, the corners of her eyes were a little moist. She slowly let go of Lu'er's hand and walked straight to the end of the sea of flowers, her figure like rice paper soaked in ink.

A touch of white, just like that, disappeared into the darkness.

Lu'er turned around, but saw that the boy did not say a word, his head was lowered, and his body gradually turned into a beautiful speck of light, like a flowing liquid, floating and spinning, the highest interpretation of the fractal of time.

"Wait, where are you going?" Lull was anxious. The sea of flowers under her feet fluttered and tumbled under the blue dress with the rise and fall of her footsteps, surging towards the boy like waves.

"I'm going to put a small part of my heart into your eyes. In this way, you can see the world we live in. The boy smiled and touched Lu'er's head. You only see a small part of the "place of light", that beautiful world that you yearn for. ”

"What do I yearn for?" Luel was a little surprised. "I did want to have a beautiful world, but I didn't name it."

The boy didn't say a word, his palm came to Lu'er's forehead, and said in his mind, "You'll get it." ”

"A place of light?"

"That's right. Originated from a sad night, right? ”

Lull snapped back to that time: the white sheets, the intermittent breathing, the dark floor, and the colder hands.

The bitter taste exploded in her heart, tears rushed down, and the warmth turned into cold, the sorrow of a hasty escape. Who is he, why can he know my past, is he here so that he can know my future? The room that is obviously far away seems to be rebuilt here, the so-called dream, the so-called fairy tale?

"It's fine." Lu'er only glimpsed a flash of white light, and the gradually elongated band of light formed a three-dimensional space, washing every corner, every gap that had not yet been wrapped, and even the petals began to crack themselves, dyed white, the white of the sheets, the white of the girl, the white of the pages.......

"The optic nerve adjustment is complete, the wavelength acceptability is fine-tuned, and the upper limit is docked to the dream level."

She heard his words, only, with some exhaustion.

"Everything in the place of light comes from your wishes, and your wishes are also my home."

The heavy bullseye lens [a large, old-fashioned crystal lens] slowly turned its head away, looking into the distance, thinking about something. Luel stood behind the bull's-eye lens, the boy was gone, and everything was back to its original state.

"It's supposed to be a dream." Lu'er didn't come back to her senses for a while, and the wood-like pestle stayed in place, until the dazzling light of the bull's-eye lens made her pupils shrink sharply, and she walked down the lighthouse in a daze, and the melancholy in her heart was like the moonlight on her head, scattered all over the ground.

"I haven't come up with a name for you yet."

.......

"Daily Mail, get one." A neatly dressed man, carrying a briefcase, walked to the counter of the bookstore, looking tired. The wood texture has been scrubbed by Grandpa George to look more polished and beautiful, and the new brown wood color makes Luer feel refreshed.

She ran to the back of the counter and handed the newspaper to the customer, with a devastating childlike smile on her face.

As expected, the guest reflexively handed the tip to Lu'er.

"What a welcoming child."

The old man said with a smile.

"Okay, grandpa is going to work, you go read your storybook." With that, he picked up the glasses that had been placed on the counter and put them back on the bridge of his nose. The line of sight changed as the lenses appeared, and everything that was blurred in front of the eyes began to become organized.

"By the way, Lu'er, how did you sleep last night?"

Lu'er flipped through the storybook in her hand, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly: "Well, I also had a magical dream~"

George shook the creaky rocking chair, folded the newspaper, and glanced at the girl's thin figure. "It's not a good thing to have many dreams. But you're still young, and if you're my age and you dream a lot, you won't get a good night's sleep. Hahaha! ”

"Honest Adult~"

Listening to the vigorous laughter, Luer shook her head, holding the violet headband, imagining the moment when her mother stood behind her and picked up Luer's long hair. Even though it had been a long time ago, or just a few days ago, she could still see the smiling self with her big skillful hands, and it wasn't long before she had completed the imagination. The morning sun creeps on the pages of the book, caressing gently. But Luer was surprised to find that she could discern the spectrum of colors in the sunlight, and the colorful sunlight carved into her pupils and flowed through the pages, giving the little budgies printed on the folded pages a colorful coat, which was very beautiful.

The little white hand gently stroked the budgie on the page, and at this moment, she hoped that this lovely bird would fly out of the book, into the sky, into the place of light she had imagined.

"It's so beautiful, why is the reality so cruel?"

The budgie was sketched with a black and white pencil and its wings covered with similar strokes. The ink, after looking at it for a long time, becomes more and more vivid, making people afraid of sudden translucency in the black.

The pages trembled slightly, and the little tiger skin seemed to move, flapping its wings, but it soon calmed down in Lu'er's hands.

"Hitomi Shaki?"

She suddenly thought of a strange word, in the unconscious combination, the letter firmly nailed to the consciousness.

"Like....... Quite an amazing name. ”

Luel quickly found a pen and wrote down how the word was spelled.

"I'm going to tell him tonight!"

She began to believe in her desires, in everything she had seen last night. For, with his own eyes, the boy had told her the beauty of the place of light—that life was more than gray and white.

And, that's the color of the sheets.

Lu'er wiped the image out of her mind, never wanting to see her mother's cheeks and the sparkling teardrops again. Over time, the picture ceased to be of a sad nature, and evolved into a sound, screaming, wailing, crawling into a hotbed of hearing......

Memories are dividing wildly!

The old man closed the newspaper, and the edges of his reading glasses shimmered with a halo of sunlight scattered on the edge of the table. But in Lu'er's eyes, it is so colorful and gorgeous.

"You look happy, don't you? Let me guess, find a story you like, or a character you like? ”

Lull nodded, and handed the storybook to the old man as if it were a box of gems. The old man turned his head and stared at Lu'er with a puzzled expression.

"You guessed it the same way."

The two looked at each other and smiled, unable to hide the joy in their hearts.

"Since you also like fairy tales, why do you want to read those boring newspapers, you seem to like the stories that are played out every day, and you are not afraid of getting tired?"

Lu'er was puzzled and pointed. Something is wrong again, put it down.

Finally, the index and middle fingers are hooked on the edge of the table, and half of the face is hidden underneath.

"Because I'm afraid to sleep in it." The old man took off his reading glasses and looked at Lu'er.

"I opened this bookstore, not to make money, but to return to my childhood world. You should have long found out why I kept my fairy tale books in a closed shelf area. The bridge of his nose with his reading glasses back on was a gasp, and the seriousness in his eyes swept away.

"They have been asleep for too long, too long in my memory. I don't have the right to bother them anymore. Ahem......"

Grandpa's square chin disappeared above the edge of the table, and suddenly he felt his legs sore, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his skirt to see if his ankles were swollen. From a high vantage point, the cloth shoes were still small, and the stockings extended into the inner thighs, covering the skin with gray-green color. Turning sideways, his pupils caught his grandfather's wide coarse cloth clothes, the brownish-red spectrum, and the flames that were about to burst out, but they were old.

Clothes can make people not real at all, and the old man has burned here all his life, which is perhaps the saddest fairy tale.

The girl squints, adding to the magic of light. So, the old man is the budgie with plump colored feathers, squatting quietly on a chair, a parrot with reading glasses, and a parrot that smokes [this is not necessarily the case with all breeds in reality]......

He.

It's already flying.