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Not going home.

Go home?

Two very different attitudes.

Why is it a question mark?

And why is it a full stop?

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[Seeing the creation ability of the flowing lamp and the creation of a thousand songs, it was an eye-opener. 】

[Teddy Bear, hostile creation. 】

["The Story of the Little Tiger-Cocket", I haven't read it for a long time.] 】

【Stay at an inn. 】

[October 28]

"Lu'er's diary?"

Qiange leaned over, but was blocked by the long hair of the flowing lamp. In the jagged hatches, it is difficult to see the details recorded in the diary.

"Yes. Do you want to... ”

"No, one."

"One?"

The stream lamp was sandwiched in it, and he raised his head and stared at Qiange's chin, where the bones had never been so hard.

"Listen to the story, me, you." The tone of the last word was much slower than the others, and between the tones and frustrations, the girl's eyebrows trembled slightly, and her fingers pointed to Qiange's heart.

When Lu'er was puzzled, she saw the flow lamp nodding gently to herself, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was warm and charming, which was slightly different from the smile of the shrinking eye. Unrecognizable, all she could think was. In the blink of an eye, the flow lamp left, and walked towards the shadow of the door, his slightly humid hair hanging on his shoulders, and he moved slightly sensibly but shyly.

Qiange turned her head and looked at the small clock on the table, it was already late at night.

"Good night, Lu'er."

As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared into the light and dragged her shadow out the door.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and Lolita realized that the two of them had just left, and what had happened today was really tiring.

Why go home.

The answer is not to say, but it can be seen.

"Huh? Why am I in the same room with you, I always feel weird! ”

Mengdian lay on the page, holding his chin, looking at the shrinking eyes on the bed in the distance and stretching his waist.

"It's so strange that it doesn't take up space."

"I don't like it when people put my name in the title of a book." Suddenly in her spirits, she stood up, calmly closed her "home", shook the white dress on her body, and watched the shadow under the lamp grow to the corner of the table.

It is slender and has no real feeling.

"I'm going to Lu's room."

He didn't hear it.

"I'm going to Lu's room!"

She intensified her efforts, trying to figure out what was going on in Hitomi's mind at this time. After a few seconds, a slight snort gave her the answer.

Oh, it's just the default! Both sentences were in vain.

The small depression in the carpet grabbed her ankles and provoked a few complaints.

Ah, "Gulliver's Travels", I remember, like that author, what a flattering reality. Jonathan Swift's Novels

She carefully lifted her skirt, but she still fell near the door, her whole hair flowing down the ground like a waterfall, and the shape of her limbs was as poignant as a sketch of the human body at the beginning of the last century.

Why not go home?

The answer has been said, and it can be seen.

Soaring up, the towering waitress straddled her big feet, and Mengdian, who was hiding on the side, was so shocked that she almost screamed.

Stairs are a dangerous place.

Attempts to move through the Light have failed.

The waitress's wide apron swept in front of the dream, and the jet lag effect caused by the time flow rate difference made it all seem thrilling. Her apron brought a gust of air, and she grasped the railing with both hands, her eyes fixed on the corner of the staircase, which was five meters above sea level. There was the tip of an unattainable mountain, the wind was howling, and Doug Hansen was roaring! [The movie "Desperate Altitude" was originally called "Into the Thin Air Zone"]

"Lu'er?"

Mengdian lay on the ground, as if praying, wanting to cry.

"Ah, what's going on, it's all dirty." She picked up the dream book and realized that the little man had spent less time in her hands than she had held the wrist of the shrinking pupil. "I'll take you to the bathroom."

"You're so nice!"

It's a different kind of smile, compared to the laughter of the shrinking eye and the flow lamp, the smile of the dream is more reminiscent of crying, loneliness, and betrayal...

Eyes hurriedly dodged, and Mengdian watched Lu'er twist her head to the side, feeling a faint pain in her heart.

It's really a fault that I can't even show myself to laugh..

Existence!

Lolita rolled over, hugged Lu'er's pillow, and smelled the sachet that had been specially placed by the hotel.

The steam is pervasive, and the mirror is blurred.

The villain turned his back to the mirror, realizing that he was exactly one and a half times the height of Lu'er's palm.

It's not big, it's not too small, she's just the extent that Luer can pick her up, but she can hold her. The experience of "Lilliputia" is not bad. [From "Gulliver's Travels", see above.] 】

"He didn't answer me, and he went to sleep." The foam devoured the hair, a piece of white flowers, but it was no match for Yumedian's skin.

"Okay, the dream body also needs to sleep." Luel smiled and poured the water from the cup over her shoulder. "How's the temperature?"

"It's fine."

"What happened last time.."

Yumenori's hand slowed down, and her hair fell down in the water curtain. "Oh no, don't you think it's great to be a dreamer?"

She felt uncomfortable in her heart, turned around, and looked at the blurry mirror, the joke of water vapor, which really didn't make people laugh at all. Yes, as a dream classic, this wish was given by the author [writer], how can I have any right to resist? He portrayed her as the king of dreams, in charge of the secrets of the "Holy Land", and his twin son Black Cross [White Night Wound] also lived a life of deceiving humans without regrets, which is really scary when you think about it.

"I'm humble."

The long hair was messy and submerged in the water, and the girl's hands poured hot water down again.

Everything in the waterfall is distorted here, the colors, the light, the sounds, the touch. Everything has been reshaped by the passage of time, and the garden of the heart has never bloomed again.

"What you're saying is sometimes hard to understand." Luel shook her head, watching the water in the tub dry up. "It's the same with my grandfather, just like you, who can talk about the fourth law and other things."

"Did he mention me?"

"Nope." The water level of the bathtub rises again, white smoke curls and steames are steaming.

"Feelings, feelings, what a boring funeral... Stinky old man! ”

The sound of water overshadowed Yumeno's voice, and the bubbles in her hair flowed into the sink, reflecting Yumeno's eyes a second before disappearing.

In the bubble, he soon died.

"Lu'er, let me tell you something. What I said to Hitomi last time... Did you hear it all? ”

"Which time?"

"In my palace."

"Humph! You hugged him! ”

"The temper of a human being is terrible."

"Okay, let's talk."

The drinking glasses were set aside, and the dresses were propped up and hung on hangers. A pair of huge pupils floated over, and she unconsciously stepped back.

"I'm a dreamer, and it's actually painful. So, the throne was empty and full of dust. ”

"But who else can help you but you?"

"The Shrinkage Pupil is a dream, not a creator. But you may be able to. ”

Yumeden clasped his hands together and pointed to the white cross tattoo on his back. "You can't wash it off, you won't understand that emotion."

The cross was so small that the human eye had to lean on the bright white of the snow to distinguish it. The skin around the tattoo is covered with fine patches, as if the cross was sewn up. As Yumedian breathed, his shoulder blades fell together.

"I'm sure I can understand. My mom left me very early, I know what it's like, it's very uncomfortable. No one understands, no one knows, let alone endures. ”

"You believe it?"

In the small eyes, there is a strange brilliance.

"Yes," Mengdian said happily as she looked at Lu'er. "I believe it."

She smiled too, and this time, Lu'er didn't turn her head, just watched, watched.