The wind blew everything away, leaving behind a clean shell, leaving behind a black and white girl, and the goldfish kept them in their eyes and slid down to the horizon with the other two.

The black king twisted his palms, and the old man stiffened and died in the wind.

The new logic is very beautiful, and her hair has not yet been completed, although the temperature of a person is not enough. Her pupils instantly compressed all the colors and mixed together, the wall behind her collapsed, and Shi Ling retracted her tail wings, so the new logic had a new pupil color - added Shi Ling's unique blood black. Unshaped, the black king sighed, crossed his hands on his waist, remembered that the core of the Bongard problem is identification and re-identification, and soon, he picked up the new logic, and the accident was very light.

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"There used to be people, unkempt."

"No one cares about his babbling,"

"There is no one to bury his sighs."

"He scattered himself in his perch,"

"Only dry fingers and footprints remain,"

"Oblivion, here."

[Personal translation in Mother Goose nursery rhyme - There Was A Man]

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Someone at the bow of the ship said this, and someone in the battlefield sang that.......

Exquisite tribal poetry.

The new logic is still in its infancy, and the little bit of the clamor of the heart makes the Black King feel a new majesty, a new form of Bongard problem, which is losing the ability to recognize. Perhaps, the new logic will bring some benefits to itself, and more to the balance of the dream world as a whole - the writer will be expelled by the logic itself. In their own words... Being able to be a mom once, taking care of someone else, even if it's just for a few seconds.

The writer is still in a stalemate, and after her heart has been removed, the ridicule slowly arrives, and her heart is also removed, but not completely.

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"You're not under the killer, you, hopefully... Who... Alive? ”

She crawls on all fours, exposing from her armor the characteristic weakness of women.

Outflow.

"Babble, it's the achievement of Babble, not you."

Flow back.

The woman lies flat, forming part of the horizon, and the sky is semicircular, requiring a telescope and a few stars.

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The writer gradually weathered, and new sunlight poured in through the ruins. Laughing at her pale face, she suddenly thinks that Lu'er likes such a color, and she wonders if she has a resentment for her "abandonment" when she cries in front of the tombstone. Even if it weren't, such a reunion – a wish I had made that would not be met – would be meaningless. In this way, she threw her eyes to the black king, and in front of the black king, there was a girl, one, painting.

It's the Database-Lemon Pie's mage, disguised as a sub-god.

The girl was still jumping, writing huge strokes, "Unfolding the citations in the pages will let everyone know where they are going, and the dream pressure is still high...... I had to lower the pressure on it. She had to stop, and brushed up the white hair on her chest, with a feathered curl behind her dress? [kua fourth voice, fabric]: "Black King, you are not guilty." As he spoke, he lifted up the two dimensions in the space, tied them into knots, curled them up elegantly, formed into dots, ground them into powder between his fingers, twisted them, and turned them into red on his lips: "You and I have written a part of the writer's expression, and you once became a writer." ”

"It's a great honor."

My heart is very unpleasant, weird, indescribable, mixed together, and when they judge me, it tastes like this - there is sweet blood in the mouth, and if you don't look, you will hear the sugar cubes making the first revolution.

"The new logic is still in its infancy, although it already has my appearance."

The database stretches its own arms with both arms.

"If there is no prehistoric record of the new logic, take it as your sin. You have to make amends for her, as I did to you. ”

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The people gradually closed, the first generation of Shi Ling lowered in height, and in the huge mouth of the sky, the snake bent past, and the Black King slowly rose along its body, approaching the sun. George ran up, the gravitational field carrying the wind, the database following behind, some cheering, others blessing.

"There's a nursery in the newly created sun," the Ouroboros slowly swam away from her in the dim vision, descending on the sleeping face of the new logic. "I know that Luer and a few people also have this family crest, which is a misfortune and a blessing. But now, I can't let her take over the new Dream Realm, and neither can you. ”

"He'll be back."

George stepped forward, making sure she heard her every word.

"The new logic is imprisoned by you, and the database, she can make you a [sub-god], where do you want to put the dream world?"

"The other side of the dream."

"Hand over to the unknown and mysterious?"

"For we don't know what the writer created the dream world for. If I can become a second god, maybe there will be a chance, open my eyes, my wish will be fulfilled, and then the reality will be here. "She was standing in front of Yuanyang, thin, tall and handsome, her hair was falling, and the colors were happening." I know how to create my own way, and this is my only chance. Wrapping his wings around himself, exposing only his hands, holding the new logic, the Black King did not look or listen, the girl was unconsciously calling her "Mother".

Yuanyang's [Gate of Heaven] is closed, and the new logic will grow and condense in it, and I will tell her stories every night when the moon is bright, and manipulate her, without any filth and emotion.

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"Am I atonement?"

I hid in my wings and learned to weep.

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The only thing that will affect me is my memories. Feathers can't cover the ankles, it's so cold, obviously Yuanyang has been working normally, or rationality is the first priority, cold people can never feel the light and anxiety. Rir forced everyone back, the circular track turned red, and the Black King stood in a cold silence that was red, mourning himself.

The goldfish swelled out of its limbs, its scales burst open, and Field covered her upper body and kicked off the last of the tail membranes, and the warmth of the earth frightened her, and she reflexively looked up.

Yuanyang is back to work.

"Is it my mom?"

Lu'er patted her skirt and shrunken pupil's pants.

"It's us."

She pulled the shrunken pupils, and Lu'er trotted all the way towards the woman lying on her side on the horizon. It stands to reason that it was her eyes that smelled "the smell of kindness".

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Mom was hurt.

Mom is still struggling.

Mom was very comfortable.

She's basking in the sun.

Her heart... to be reinvented.

She's laughing.

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A few hundred meters away, Luer suddenly stopped.

She felt very happy, hugging became a kind of imprisonment, her heart was burning, her fists were clenched Lu'er, and the world was warm.

Field ran up and stopped, his eyes moistened for 39 seconds.

At this moment, the light of the moon and the sun intermingled into a huge cross, and the Black King had a bird's-eye view of the earth, holding himself on the edge of the track, and laughing stupidly.

"Let's go."

The boy wondered.

"Ridicule, your mother, she's still there..."

"It's always there, because we created it together."

"You haven't been there yet," Field lifted the corner of his skirt and stomped through the rain, complaining about the weather, the Nether was unfriendly.

"Consciousness acceleration, wish, hope, become, home!"

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The woman tasted the rain and regretted that the sky that created Lu'er was so cool and comfortable......

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Absent from the present.

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- Lighthouse Girl Part 1, end-

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We would like to thank the studio for their strong support!

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Cast

The main director - drink a bowl of old pub

Assistant Director - Luer

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"Lu'er, what do you mean by that?"

"Ouroboros said this to me, so I can see my mother, always."

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Chief Planner Help【Half Dimension】【Novel Network】

Scene Director – George

Lens design – Field

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"Ouroboros?"

"It is the product of an erroneous experiment after the will of part of the writer and the will of part of the creator."

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Poetic Guidance – White Cross

Personnel Orchestration - White Dragon & amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; Multiple Dream Bodies

Script – Luer

Action Director – Lolita

Special Effect Guide - Black Cross

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"Damn, it's raining so hard..."

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Gaffer - Shrinking Eyes

Recording engineer - a thousand songs, flowing lights

Working Groups

The first group of scene scheduling - the shape of the bird, the little sea god, the database, the shore off

The second group of scene scheduling - military ears, kimono women, ridicule, and white dragons

The third group of scene scheduling - housekeeper, Luo Lan, Black King, Chiba grass, poetry brain

Scene Scheduling Group 4 - Anonymous [Digital]

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"I'm going to stay in the Abyss Pavilion for a while. Her master is still ridiculed~"

"What an honor!"

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Special effects proofreader – writer

Special effects planning and maintenance - the first generation of Shi Ling

The first group of the model group - Field, Shrinkage Hitomi, Black King

The second group of the model group - seammy birds, database, point rate folded fireflies

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Supporters of this work [real name]

Libotatia, Moling Mountain, Jin Haiye, White Epic, Soap, Dream Cicada, a website editor Ziyu.

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Refer to the original bibliography

"Collecting Different Walls", "The Theory of Things", "The World as Will and Appearance", "Architecture as Metaphor", "Two Wheels", "Anbo Naoko's Fairy Tale Collection", "My Profession is a Novelist", "Dream Interpretation", "Killing Algorithm", "What Have Philosophers Done?" "Story", "Film Theory Self-study Course", "Three Treatises on Sexology", "The World", "Paradise Lost", "Hackers and Painters", "Out of Control", "The Algorithm of Love", "The Art of Deep Learning", "Human Disqualification", "Happy Knowledge", "The Pastoral City of the Future", "Semiotics", "Jung's Autobiography: Memories-Dreams-Thinking", "45 Kinds of Classic Character Archetypes", "Story Project"