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[General planning assistance,**]

[Scene, George]

[Lens design, Field]

[Poetic Guidance, White Cross]

[Personnel arrangement, White Dragon & Diverse Dream Body [Throne Woman]]

The words in the journal began to roll and bounce to another page.

"And what should I write?"

The girl was a little overwhelmed, looking at the empty diary, and panicked.

[Script, Lu'er.] 】

The weather was not bad, with some light rain. Unfortunately, the rain at home was even heavier. Mom was scolded and cried by Dad again, it's really bad, it's bad.

The little pea seedlings I planted sprouted, and the green stems, green skin, and small green young leaves were very cute.

"Is there anything else to write about?"

The girl shook her legs and stared blankly at the small note taped to the white wall in front of her, full of what she was going to do all this time.

"Cooking new dishes, doing your own laundry, making mom happy, and...

"Make Daddy disappear."

She scribbled the words in her journal, then viciously inserted the pen into the tattered pen holder.

【Action Direction, Lolita】

"What a bad day."

She said silently in her mind, and then glanced at the locked door, on which an abstract teddy bear was printed in a small frame. Somehow, every time the little girl saw this nasty painting that she didn't know where to buy, she always felt like the teddy bear in the painting was about to be torn apart.

Tiny rooms, shabby ceilings, and crumbling old-fashioned hanging lamps above the girls' heads. Every time she raised her head, she wondered if the old-fashioned hanging lamp would fall from the sky and break her head to the blood. Or watch it unfold into a beautiful rose on the ground with a sharp glass shattering sound?

【Special Effect, Black Cross】

After that, it was the irascible father who rushed into the room and scolded her, right?

Maybe even that old-fashioned hanging lamp won't be spared?

【Gaffer, Minimated Pupil】

[Recording Engineer, Streaming Lights & Thousand Songs]

The lock of the door was rusty, and some mottled rust grew on the doorknob, and there were some signs of the violent impact. These traces are so strange to the girl, but so familiar. Whenever she saw these marks, her mother's whispered cry begging her father not to do anything to her. Intermittently, intermittently, echoed in her heart. She slammed the doorknob and strode out the door, only to see her father's different eyes.

As if searching for some prey, the cold light in her eyes made her take a few steps backwards and turn her gaze to her toes.

The father said nothing, silently passed by her door, closed another door, and cut off the scarce sunlight from the corridor in front of the girl.

"Even the house is so cold."

She muttered, stood up, closed the door of her room, and something came into her view.

"What a beautiful lantern!"

The girl walked quickly to the living room, looked at the lanterns placed on the floor, and imagined in her heart that they were like a group of life-giving rabbits, jumping happily and so lively.

An elongated figure covered the delicate lanterns like an ominous cloud.

"Lu'er, you're awake. Mom just went out to buy something. ”

"I see."

The wall clock on the wall clicked and cracked, and it was already morning.

"Later, Mom will go out and sell the rest of the lanterns, and you can see for yourself." Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the man's door and sighed. "It's also a good idea to go out and play for a while."

"Yes."

Luer didn't say anything, knowing that a bad day was about to start again. Fortunately, Dad didn't come back late at night today, otherwise there would be a bad smell of alcohol in the house.

The shoes on her feet made a strange gurgling noise, and she chose the second thing her mother told her and left the house. Along the way, many children of the same age walked past her in groups, talking and laughing towards the front, which couldn't help but make Luer a little envious. But she understands that her mother's money is far from enough, so the missing part must be obtained by her own efforts.

She believed she could grow bright feathers like the budgies described in a book she saw in a bookstore, and then fly out of the little iron cage in which she spent time and night.

The bookstore is located in the heart of the town, and everything is buzzing here, but Luer loves nothing more than the tranquility and coziness of a bookstore. The owner of the bookstore is a kind old man who often sits in a rocking chair with his own metal pipe, not at all worried that no one will patronize his bookstore. Luer is a regular visitor here, so she has some interesting friendships with each other. The old man would half-jokingly hand Lu'er his pipe, but Lu'er just smiled innocently and made a detour to the last floor of the shelf. It's home to old-fashioned storybooks and her favorite "paradise."

"Children are still young, don't look at the mess." The old man was as leisurely as ever, and the pipe in his hand shook his head tremblingly, and the soot poured down like a waterfall.

"I'm not small!"

Lu'er looked at her toes, then raised her brown hair, and looked at the smiling old man, unwilling.

The shelves are full of all kinds of fairy tale books, some of which have yellowed pages, and you need to be very careful when turning them. But to Lu's delight, the story above has not been diminished with the passage of time.

She climbed the ladder and stretched out her slender arms to slowly move a heavy old-fashioned fairy tale book from the shelf into her hand.

Every time this process is repeated, Luer feels very hard.

Indeed, she is still young, and some things cannot be completed according to her own wishes, and whenever this happens, she wishes that she could become an adult overnight and do what she wants to do.

After doing this, she panted to the small bench beside her and turned the first page of it...

"It's finally finished! Exhausted ......."

Luel placed her pen in the center of the diary's clip line, the faint light of the small lamp illuminating her face and her own legs dangling under the table. She put her hands on the ends of her body, imagined herself as a bird, and spread her arms and drifted off to sleep in the air.

"That must be a happy moment, right?"

Outside the door came my father's yell, shaking the room.

"That must be a blessing!"

The mother's faint voice was unusually harsh at this time, but it was helpless.

"Definitely. Very happy. ”

Luel hung her head and stared at the shadows cast by her own legs on the ground, as if the whole world had fallen silent at this moment.