Memoir, called Waiting Day. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lying on his side, admiring the cherry blossom trees perpendicular to him, his eyes suddenly blurred, his nose sore and itchy, something wanted to break through his nose and come outside.

Good health?

Fingers run through the puppet's thread cross, a little bit of style, sometimes dancing, sometimes meditating. Against the surrounding rock of the cherry blossom trees, the little puppet and the woman's long hair mingled together, tumbling and folding, mixing up a little teardrop.

Mocking silently, the pink tongue lingers in the teacup, and cannot leave.

The dry landscape paved with joyful white sand looks like the white will inadvertently swallow the sky, but now, with the silent waves, this is not worth mentioning.

"Mom, where are we going today?"

"Over there at the lighthouse."

"Who lives there?"

"No one lives there, it's a quiet shore."

She placed a lighthouse in the middle of the White Sea and lit it with her own creation candle, which changed in size and warmed the light. The sloppy breath spreads on this sea, there are no fishing boats, no seabirds, and the dare is a sparse cloud that cannot stay for long.

He sneered at the cup of tea, pulled the knife in his hand, and felt that the weight had settled.

"It would be nice if someone lived here, wouldn't it? They can enjoy the sun at all times, and the horizon is windy. I couldn't see the other side of the world at home, I didn't know who lived there, because the books didn't mention it, and my father didn't talk about it. ”

"Tonight's story will be... Living on the other side of the sea? ”

"Don't!"

The girl was mischievous and climbed to sleep on the pedestal of the lighthouse.

"Let's talk about it now, because we're here."

She looked at the ridicule, and the whole person froze into the oil painting. The popularity of the warm-toned school must also be traced back to the early days of nature worship, when humans used a few paints to depict the coldness of the world. Even so, there have been many painters. Unfortunately, my child, is one of them.

Abstract girls, when faced with the world, are still stupid.

She sees only the highest expression in form.

Put a veil on the present.

"I want to see a different group of people on the other side of the sea, I want them to live in a different world than we do. But I don't want that, so how can we talk? Or... I'm afraid I won't understand, and I'm sure they'll look at us as we look at them. ”

"My Lu'er, then I'll tell you a story, as you wish, that they have the same language as us?"

"If it's different, will my mother be very embarrassed......

"No, it won't."

The ridicule was unbearable, covering her face, wanting to wrap her whole head with her palm, she didn't want memories to overflow from it, she was very selfish, she hated sharing, and she was reluctant at all.

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Rain began to fall over the White Sea. The original appearance of the Abyss Pavilion was an attic. There were only a few floors, and I don't know whose creation it was, and she slept quietly until she pushed the door in, lit the candles, put the lamps, paper lanterns, and made a Victorian stove and fire. What a stupid woman, sneering in the middle of the night, mourning herself, hoping that Lu'er would erect a tombstone in the present world and engrave her name.

Maybe, she's just a child and wouldn't do such a brave thing.

From that day on, the attic began to rise, widening the waist and spine to accommodate more guests. Sojourn, a major feature of the people in the dream world, they are always looking for direction, that charming upward direction. I once asked a girl about her background, where she was from, what she wanted, and she shared it with me. One of the sentences I remember most vividly: "I'm going to make the dream world disappear so that people don't mess up the dwelling over there, and they won't cherish it at all." ”

I thought such a person was terrible, and I wrote her down in my diary and put it in the thousandth eighteenth little iron box. A towering bookcase is located above the backyard of the Extreme Abyss Pavilion, where she, as the owner of the Extreme Abyss Pavilion, can enjoy the beautiful scenery of men and women soaking in the hot springs. The skin is white, the pine trees are black, and the cherry blossoms are only pink and golden, which is really pitiful.

The attic continues to rise after meeting "him".

"He" can be anyone, he has no name. Anyone who comes to the dream world has this habit, erasing themselves from there, buying pen and paper from here, and writing a new history of existence.

Very surprised, very real, the man broke into the Extreme Abyss Pavilion, asked for a glass of wine, disgraced, sat in the center of the front hall, and the wine snorted in his mouth. He clutched his chest and cried out in fright, and he saw that it was a new high in his heartbeat.

A very unambiguous piece of romance.

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The ridicule stopped, and his mouth was dry.

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Qiange trotted behind the flowing lantern, and the two split the lights of the barbecue shop into a straight line. The girl raised her right hand and bent the straight lines until there was no escape.

Today, the Pavilion is very lively, most of the famous creators come to visit here, and countless people also come in self-propelled boats.

The rock sugar gourd rested on the boy's lips, and he was stared at by her.

"Surprise?"

Qiange bent his eyebrows, the flowing light was satisfied, and he shook the backpack behind him and shook a Chinese knot.

"Surprise."

Today also happens to be the birthday of the flowing lamp. She likes to give gifts to others during the holidays, and most of the time she stubbornly thinks that the things she buys from the small shops on the pedestrian street are also very good. Kishili and the database stayed in the Abyss Pavilion to help prepare the feast, and Hitomi stayed by Lu'er's side, always keeping an eye out for the strange family crest. Always being watched, Lu'er pulls Hitomi out into the street so that he can only lead the way for himself without worrying. After a short time, he followed them forward.

"It feels okay...... Will there be hallucinations? It's good that she's here, I can know the real situation. How many people the Black King has killed, how many creations have been destroyed, and more, she doesn't have a real name, which is doubtful. ”

On the street, you can see the huge tang boat, the experienced confectioner boarded it, jumped down, the boat was smaller, and the deck was quickly "eaten" away.

"She doesn't have a real name, and as far as I know, I don't know if the Black King is a man or a woman."

"A king can be genderless?"

"What a surprise! Not many people will miss her, miss a "thing", and many people themselves will be forgotten, and such a thing is still very lucky. ”

"Record, strange, unharmed, distracted."

The Tang boat came, the tall shadow, pulling the boat, the sun was thinning, and it was already evening. After Yuanyang worked, the upper time was viscous, and Lu'er shook her head and counted the vague stars.

"The records of the Great Library, will the White Cross interfere, the history of the Black King, the White King will not let people know, I speculate."

"Guess the riddle."

The flow lantern beckoned everyone to sit down and rest, and he hugged into the crowd, wanting the cable-stayed rod of the Tang boat, the golden light, and the shrinking eye guessed the items that the girl was used to exchanging, except for dolls, or beautiful garlands. The master carried the refining saw, and with a burst of sweaty white gas, Phaeton happily took half of the cable-stayed rod in the fog and gave the girl a wry smile. He noticed her, stared at the saw and took a deep breath, handing out the pink window flowers, always, always.

"Thank you."

The only smooth words that the streamer said, the word break, made her a little darker, and Chika was stunned, sorry for what she had done before she turned 17.

"I like it."

The girl is wobbly and balances on the street. Although the cable-stayed rod is the lightest part of the Tang boat, it is also the most exquisite.

"You! Loved you! ”

She threw the huge sugar cube of the diagonal rod to Hitomi Shrinkage, and smiled obliquely, and her cheek was pressed against him, which was very sweet.

"Happy birthday to me, Chika. Just as, yes, same, God, okay. ”

In this way, deliberately wearing cold and fragrant clothes, fashionable crucian carp flowers, wet hair, and uncommon enthusiasm, stirring up and drunken anniversaries. The shrunken eyes shine through the center of the sugar cube, and the faces of the two are very long. As always, the girl named Flowing Lantern still couldn't speak the whole story.

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She thought of today's day, and planned to go to the main road outside the Extreme Abyss Pavilion after changing her clothes to take a look at the crowd.

After lending himself from the back court, the memoir was put into an iron box, and when he looked out, the light spread into the center of sight, and he went straight beyond it until it was more than sixty kilometers to the northeast. It's exciting, people are excited, and you can tell by listening to those voices that most of the ingredients are still sweet laughter. In general, she was sorry for herself, and she was a little disgusted with such a picture of the world.

The kimono woman doesn't have much footsteps, and she is always quiet.

Since the body is translucent, there is a smile on the face. At this time, she didn't have her share in serving tea and water, because most of the entities she came into contact with would fall short and penetrate through the stomach, ribs, and **. This phenomenon is indeed peculiar and unbearable, and after getting used to it for a long time, you will get bored.

"Most of them are here."

Woohoo, not even the sound penetrates.

"Let's go down."

She was still standing there, she didn't hear?

"I don't feel anything, and I'm afraid of when the pain comes, and even if I want to, it's not easy. Maintain the status quo and guests will be unbiased? ”

"You're not a geisha, change into better clothes, even if it's for Lu'er, a little guilty. What would it be like if I hadn't seen her for so long, I guess she killed my malice even ..... Such a Luer is also possible. Have you ever had a daughter? ”

"Nope. Always alone. ”

"Recently, the children of the Luo family came here and gave a reason to the flowing lantern, just like I did many years ago. I remember what the Black King's real name was......."

As she spoke, her arms resting on her cheeks, mimicking the touch, and then wandering in her skull, as if to touch her thoughts. The woman in the kimono had only one look, looking at the sparkling hot spring pool, silent.