"What time is it today?"

Someone is struggling because they can't remember the date. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Luel woke up to find that it was already noon. The sun passed through the ends of her hair, outlining her pretty collarbones, tugging at her pupils and thoughts.

When she walked out of the room, she saw Lolita leaning against the railing, and the "Little Budgies" in her hand made Luer a little panicked. She walked over uneasily, but Lolita's eyes didn't notice Lu'er's arrival.

"How did you have this book?"

Luel was a little surprised.

"Huh? It was on my bookshelf a long time ago. She pointed to the illustration on the cover, "Beautiful, isn't it?" ”

"This is the next volume!"

The blurred handwriting under the cover appeared in Lu'er's eyes, and she began to wonder how careful she was, was the book "The Story of the Little Tiger-Cocket" placed on the shelf in the old grandfather's bookstore with "Upper Volume" printed on the cover?

Lolita looks into Lu'er's eyes and hands her the book.

"I've finished reading it, so take it if you want to see it. By the way, Grandpa George said he wanted to plant an apple tree in our yard, let's go and have a look? ”

"Apple trees? But I remember that he only liked to raise some flowers and plants... Something like that. The butler went up the stairs with a plate in his hand, and the fruitcake on it made Luer lose her mind.

"It's the cake tree. Right? ”

For a moment, Lolita felt that Luer was already living in another world.

That's what makes her so powerful? In other words, the classics recorded in the memory of the introducer do not mention that there is any special connection between the dream body that is good at shaping the school and the love of fruit cake.

Of course, Grandpa George won't explain too much when he sees this scene.

He moves the apple sapling to the soft soil. Kettles, shovels, intertwined around the apple saplings.

"You're in luck!" Grandpa George swings a shovel, and the fertile clods of earth are embedded in the surrounding ground. "You have a capable old man with a rich house and two lovely daughters."

The two of them were confused, obviously not knowing what the old man who was over half a hundred years old was talking about.

The apple sapling grows well, and when it is well cared for, it will soon produce sweet apples.

"Grandpa~"

Lu'er's small hand grabbed the corner of his coat.

"I'd like to go back to the bookstore."

He stopped what he was doing and said nothing, and Lolita stood aside, feeling her unusual heartbeat getting faster and faster.

"If it's in the second drawer, I don't feel nostalgic for it. You can go whenever you want~" Lu'er watched the old man's lips move up and down, thinking only about the location of the second drawer. "But don't mess with the fairytale section's book collection."

Lolita heard this sentence clearly.

Soon, the two got the keys from the villa. Lolita took the opportunity to sneak out her large backpack that she hadn't used for many years in order to scavenge through the old man's bookstore. This is such a rare opportunity for her. The dream bodies of the Tracers themselves need to be supported by a vast theory of creation, and the things recorded in fairy tale books are quite important resources.

There is a good saying that fairy tales are a manifestation of poetry, a perfect interpretation of the most simple and anarchic state in the depths of the human psyche.

The butler brought the plate back to the kitchen and looked at the apple saplings bathed in the sun, and his heart warmed. The days of the eldest lady staying at home are finally over, and my mother will be happy about it.

The Rococo kitchen is extraordinarily large, and everything here is so clean that it is like the embodiment of a housekeeper. Today's lunch is a fruitcake that I rarely make on weekdays, because the eldest lady's appetite is always bad. It may also have something to do with the environment deep within her.

Inside the huge oven is the housekeeper's secret. Every time the maid finished cooking, she would leave him a piece of baked bread.

He sat happily at the table, admiring the condensed milk on the bread, and his whole body softened.

It was a great day.

A blue dress drove Lu'er's legs down the street, while Lolita pulled her long hair down and dragged her suitcase with her favorite cartoon characters pasted on it. Large and small stickers, wrapping suitcases in them, many pedestrians have turned around, but the girls' faces have become the focus of their attention.

It's a terrible feeling.

Lu'er thought to herself, but when she saw the disdainful look on Lolita's face, she instantly understood the helplessness of being a daughter. Every day she lives a life that is diametrically opposed to herself, being watched and talked about.

Completely losing your own space, suffocating and uncomfortable...

Turning the corner, the eaves of the bookstore appeared in Lu'er's eyes, it was still so familiar, old, and obscure as always.

Lolita put her suitcase down and leaned against the wall to the side, admiring the retro style of this old-fashioned two-story house. Surprisingly, there are already a lot of vines sticking out of the skylight, and the lush growth indicates that the old man must have forgotten something when he moved, it was forgotten in the corner, but it still grows, showing its life.

Life!

She felt the power pouring out of the bookstore and engulfing her heart.

The power of the inducer can make her aware of everything here.

The door opened.

In the dusty space, the stem of a morning glory stretched out in the pot, but its leaves had spilled out of it, which was very beautiful. The newspaper edition in the foreground, still stuck on the date of their departure, was a critical article about massive deforestation, and there was a slow whining between the lines.

Lu'er glanced at it, disgusted.

Sunlight shines through the open skylight, forming a small cross on the ground, dazzling and splendid, turning the bookstore into a small church, standing in the busy city center, telling the legend of life. She opened the lid of the suitcase, and Luel looked at Lolita's princess dress, feeling as if she was a girl stepping out of the suitcase, as if she had peeked into the mirror to see that image.

The mirror is the box, and the girl is still the girl.

She slowly walked to the back of the bookshelf, scanning the fairy tale books on the shelves up and down, her eyes full of joy and excitement. Fingertips wander back and forth between pages, listening for the soft sound of rubbing between your fingers and the pages. Without the distraction of the old man's presence, she carefully took down the black book placed at the top of the shelf, and the faint light, the rough texture on the cover, and the blurred handwriting indicated that it was a fairly old book.

History will eventually be forgotten, and only what is in this book can be believed.

As expected, the author's signature on the last page is still the same: Theory Pendulum.

Luel slipped in through the bookshelves on the other side and laughed as Lolita staggered to her suitcase with a black-covered book.

The small cross created by the sunlight slowly changed its position, and it was already noon, and Lolita still "carried" another fairy tale in the last small space of the suitcase, and closed the lid contentedly.

"Why are you bringing so many books back?"

"These are not just books, but one world after another~"

"But I've read most of it, you can ask me~"

"I'm sorry, but the Origins Sect has to put it to the test." The cross on the ground had dimmed, and the shadow of the morning glory had taken its place. "Shaping can think about the image, we also have to think about the structure. Being a dream body is never something to be happy about, I think the old man he... ”

"Have your own place of light?"

"Shh

Her eyes widened to swallow Lu'er.

"Not only does he have his own place of light, but he should have something else."

The two of them looked back at the rows of fairy tale books on the shelves, and suddenly noticed that the light of the cross created through the skylight covered a certain place on the bookshelf. Lolita narrowed her eyes, and the usher instantly became active, the halo flowing in her pupils slammed into every corner of the space, and nothing could be hidden under her scrutiny.

"It's all together!"

Luel heard Lolita's exclamation, but she couldn't detect what she was seeing, and she was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

"Wait, it's gone..."

The angle of the sun's rays eventually moved towards the vertical of midday, instead of the squint of the morning.

The light in the pupils converged, and the world changed back to its original state.