"I hate shrinking eyes the most!"

The tip of the pen is full of cheap anger. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She wrote this sentence several times in a row, and every time she put pen to paper, the color of Mengdian holding her dream body in it made her unbearable.

[Today is October 25th. 】

Ah, I think of my mother again.

I don't want to say things like "how are you doing?" anymore, this kind of words seem so pale and weak that others think they are talking to themselves when they hear it.

But..

Actually, it's talking to yourself.

It's not a conscience discovery, but how can it be said in that situation, especially when Mengdian doesn't look like his usual self at all. She also has bitterness, but she behaves so incomprehensibly and embarrassingly, could it be that this is just the "scene" she created through singing?

The light poured out of the window, swallowed up by the night.

The clock points to one point.

In the dimly lit room, Lu'er had her back on her back, and this scene was reflected in Mengdian's eyes. She was rudely stuffed into the corner of the bookshelf, and Hitomi, who was displeased, left without even looking at her cover.

His cover is still white, and he doesn't even have a title, which is really a dirty and dirty temptation. The author also thought about this problem, but for some reason it was still discarded under a snow-white cover, and even the ink was reluctant to get on her.

The pages of the book gradually close, bringing up the heart of the dream. The legs are entangled, slender and fragile, and the more you look at them, the more you feel that they may not be able to support themselves.

The sun and the moon shine in tandem, trying to illuminate their hearts.

The scene below the castle tower is still the same, stretching endless villages, without boundaries. The blue canopy was pulled from west to east, from north to south, except for the flying geese.

"You're really that nasty..."

"Shut up!"

"It's really fierce, I don't even let people speak...

"I'm annoyed!"

"End."

White Night Hurt kept her mouth shut, lest the master of this place of light use her brilliant imagination to create a new hell.

"You were my squire, but you stood by in that war, watching me and crying along with my memories. I'm very sad... ”

The white cross and the black cross touched each other gently, and the two had never been so close.

"Your circuit [technique] is really beautiful. He, oh, sorry... The circuit itself brings you and me closer," and being careful not to talk about "him" is a hard thing to do, even heavier in a sense than a cold gaze at everything.

"Can the circuit [technique] be explained?"

The owner of the White Cross thought for a long time, and his legs swung back and forth on the castle tower. The shadows of the two were lengthened and then shortened over time.

"It's hard to dream about people, and one day, when I wake up."

Her mouth was covered, and she waved her hand again and again, signaling the other party to let go.

"Ripple softly, be careful to wake up!"

Why would I say such a terrible thing?

White Cross sighed softly, and White Night looked nervously around, even on the top of the towering Cloud City.

"Finished in the diary?"

"I don't know."

Lull turned her head and searched the dimly lit bookshelves for the white she'd been hiding away.

White Christmas, white snowflakes, white faces, white worlds.

Everything, the skirt that loses its light, and the brightness that is left to laugh.

Dream Dictionary, the writer places you in a pure and quiet world, and you, resisting color, guarding the last will of the writer?

"You've been in a daze for a long time."

"Got it."

The quill was inserted into the inkwell, and Lolita leaned against the door frame, like a shrunken eye coming out of the black door. [The term Kuromon refers to the experience of the place of light above.] 】

"By the way," she said slowly, the little face under the princess's head reflected in the candlelight. "In a few days, I'm going to work in a nearby café, and my father doesn't worry about you, so I want to... Come along? ”

"What about Hitomi?"

"Drag him to the café with him, or give him a place in reality. The mirror still can't work, and the shrinking pupil is already trying various methods, and it won't be long before the mirror that leads to my place of light can be opened. ”

Luel didn't take her word on.

"I know, I'm sorry, Lu'er, I can't let you do that."

As soon as Lolita picked up the quill, Lull jerked it back into the inkwell.

"You can't cross him out! Can't cross it out! "It was very painful for her." Not really! He doesn't belong to me, though he

I have said that I am my creature, but I know that he is free! ”

"But can you really do it?"

Luel lowered her head, Lolita's sobs stinging the tip of her pen, and the black ink was as bright as blood.

"Ah, yes, I can't do it either, and neither can you. Why bother? ”

The handwriting in ink on the diary is clearly visible.

"I don't know, I don't know what kind of existence it is as a dream body. In the place of light, the moment the phoenix was struck by me, I felt its distress. ”

"I'm sorry.."

She closed the journal with all her might, her hands shaking.

"He is not my wish, it has not been fulfilled."

With his eyes off the doorframe, Hitomi walked silently to his room.

Courage is not something that comes just now, knowing that someone is suffering, you can be indifferent, and it is appropriate to say that you are cowardly.

He didn't stop until he couldn't hear the two girls. The bright moon is in the sky, as bright as day, and he is a sundial on the lawn, carving the faint sadness of time.

The placket is wide open, revealing a flowing heart. The heart is not a physical body, like water in a bottle, quiet and serene. Gently shake the body, you can see the waves, and then turn into waves and flow outside the body.

"Shrink .. Jing Tong? ”

The pajamas were taken off, leaving only smooth skin and a short skirt.

"What is he doing?"

"Check it out!"

The two hurriedly went downstairs, but saw their mother's serious face, and they saw the scene of "the troublemaker sneaking out of the house to play late at night", which made the two panic.

"What are you going to do at such a late hour?"

"Just for a walk, Mother."

..。

"Miss Luo has trouble sleeping, and I have an obligation to accompany her."

echoed the voice, causing the mother's displeased face.

..。

"What a coincidence, then, I'll go for a walk too, right?"

The scheming is unpredictable, and the situation that Lu'er fears still happens.

Lolita pretended to be calm, but her palms were disobedient and oozing sweat.

What should we do, if Hitomi is seen in the grass, won't Mother know all the secrets between us? Besides, as an adult, you will definitely not hide this kind of demon and monster at home, and you will be labeled as "bringing bad luck".

When she was sweating profusely, her mother's back was sometimes blurred in her vision, sometimes clear, and the imagination of adults was pitiful.

The handwriting on the journal comes back to mind, and Lu'er walks out the door quickly, drawing the sound of Lolita's mother's brisk footsteps behind her, and the light running in the middle of it. In addition to the villa, the bright moon rose into the sky, causing the dress on Lu'er's body to shine.

Hitomi Shaki came here yesterday, right? Or the day before yesterday? Why can't I remember?

Doubts are good medicine, and bitter mouths are clear. The girl's heart had long forgotten where she was, and she thought of where he was standing and hugged him.

Mom didn't say anything in bed, and her mouth was firmly locked with grief, this emotion has long been unbearable, but I prefer to pretend to be strong, who to see?

The empty lawn, leaving only the moonlight and insects, and the girl's dull heart.

As seen through the glass, the diary in his hand flew up.

"Lu'er is so stupid."

His face was flushed, his clothes were disheveled, and the pages in his hands shook weakly.

[Inject free will into Hitomi and let him go home.] 】

On the lawn, Lu'er lowered her head and entered the door of the villa with her mother's worried greeting. The street lamp caught a glimpse of this scene and stood solemnly, as if he wanted to express Lu'er's mood at this time with his straight waist.

It's so stiff...

"Is he gone?"

Lolita curled the ends of her hair with her hands and leaned against the railing, staring at the familiar wood grain spots on the ground.

"I didn't make a wish... No... ”

The girl next to him sat with her fingers drawing petite circles on the ground.

The mother had already gone to sleep, leaving the two of them sneaking out of the room and whispering.

"Impossible, right? How will he return to the place of light? ”

"There are so many secrets in Hitomi that we just don't know much about him. And I made a wish that night that I would no longer be alone, that my mother would not be in heaven... ”

"Worried about you?"

Her hair shook, and the process of her standing up was almost complete before Lolita could say anything.

"Shhhh

"Oh . . . Kindness! ”

A tacit look at each other, a sense of mission arises spontaneously, as if she has become a soldier fighting alone, and Lolita does not want to disturb this belief.

The streetlights saw the girl again.

She stepped cautiously on her feet, lest she attract her mother's attention.

"Where are you going?"

She froze.

The sound is not right.

In the next second, Hitomi hugged her, her wide white sleeves covering Lu'er's shoulders, and a pair of familiar hands were caressing her hair.

“.. Home"

The street lamp was a little embarrassed to fan its own wick, and it was uncomfortably hot.

"I'm not going to go, I can't go anywhere now...

"Then you just now! You were still there... ”

The girl cried softly, teary eyes.

"Shhhh Just like you,"

Hitomi closed her eyes and held her hands behind her back.

"Just walk around."