The thickness of the clouds shows that a large amount of rain is coming as expected. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The jet-black color is thick and delightful.

The drought that followed the autumn made the town's farmers worried, and the sunny days were actually what some people saw as rainy.

The leaves on the apple sapling swayed in the wind, slowly chasing the rain and dew in the air with the melodious singing of the old man.

It's a rainy day.

Lolita sat in front of the window.

The wind stirs the morning glory leaves by the window, chasing the melodious song in the wind.

Her body had recovered from the weakness she had at that time, but she was not happy at all.

That mirror is just a cold mirror, not a "door" in the past. The meaning of the door is the entrance to let her memories cool, and the abnormal situation these days has suffocated her little heart.

"It's going to rain."

"Yes, but it's not too big."

"Ah~ yes. It's no bigger than the sunshine in that dream. ”

Hitomi leaned to the side, her hands drooping, her shoulders pulling her arms, like a crow leaning against the eaves. The hem of the maid's suit hid his toes, and Lolita looked at his closed eyes for fear that he would suddenly open them.

"Only dresses?"

"I wouldn't dare steal my dad's clothes."

"Okay."

She gently closed the book on the table, and his eyes were still closed, with no intention of waking up.

The apple saplings were soaked and stood alone under the old man's window. It stared at the winding path in the woods in the distance, and a middle-aged man with an umbrella watched the woman go in the distance.

He stuck his head out and looked at the apple sapling, waiting, waiting.

The trunk of the tree grew wildly in an instant, swaying rain, the mist around the branches was ethereal, emitting circles of ripples, the lawn formed the surface of the water, and the figure of the apple tree rippled, slowly stretching in the old man's lens.

He watched the steaming droplets on the apple saplings, the golden mist covering everything around him, enveloping his cabin.

The roots are thick and reckless, and they spread wantonly in the water, greedy like a child, absorbing everything in the earth, and shooting the waves of the atmosphere, without concealment.

He lifted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and examined the small sapling in front of him.

It was raining heavily.

Blurred everything.

The raindrops that flowed slowly on the lenses drew one crack after another, causing the old man to exclaim: "Is this what you will look like when you grow up?" My "child"..."

Through the rain curtain, the lenses reflect a golden apple hanging from a branch, which is made into a bow and lifted to the sky.

The skin of the apple is golden and translucent, and the complex lines flow down from the junction between the apple and the trunk, raising the concentration of the mist to another level...

"It's so beautiful~"

Lu'er stood up, and the two people by the window looked at the dream book on the ground in front of Lu'er, and the other fairy tale books arranged in the shape of beautiful stars, without saying a word.

"Does it really work?"

"Generally speaking, people who say this are more realistic."

Hitomi looked at Lolita, who looked disgruntled, and stretched out two fingers and pinched his cheeks silently.

It hurts.

He squinted at Lolita and felt the girl in front of him exude a soft, beautiful smell, like a bird that had just woken up from its nest. And the taste of Luer is mysterious, sweet and sour strawberry red candy, the kind that melts immediately when poured in the mouth.

Then, Lu'er stood in place, watching the scene of the two fighting, and had the illusion of recognizing Hitomi as her father. She felt deep guilt about her mother's death on the surface, but the fact that another man had never been recorded in the thick diary in her heart made her even more sad.

Both are like a bottomless pit, no matter how many memories she fills, she can't fill it cleanly.

The corners of her skirt drooped, and the sound of rain outside mixed with the laughter of the two of them was hidden in Lu'er's consciousness. Yes, if he leaves, his wishes will also be taken away from this world, right?

The wish I made that day was more of my own desires than pure wishes.

"Lu'er?"

She blinked, interrupting her memories.

"Oh, let's get started."

Lolita closed the window, and the small room was as peaceful as a nest.

Standing in front of the star shape made of fairy tale books, Hitomi pressed her hands on the first and second episodes of the two "The Tale of the Little Tiger-Cocket", fine-tuning her breath, and a bright band of light seeped into the eyes of the two girls like blood, stimulating the visual nerves of the three of them, and then slowly strolling on the other books.

"The Man Who Watched the Sea", "The Toy Repairer", "The House of the Crane", "The Fox's Window". [The first two here quote Kobayashi Taizo's science fiction works, and then the fairy tales of Naoko Anbo.] 】

The light ribbon swiped one after another, and landed on the "Dream Book" in front of Lu'er's toes. It was a heavy book, but it had a white cover, and there was no writing on it. The book is quite interesting, and those who want to read it don't know what it looks like, and those who aren't interested in reading it can't find the right reason to resist their curiosity.

The center of the light band was scorching, and the three of them were close together, for fear of letting go.

She appeared in the center of the open dream book, her slender fingers picked up the pages, and crawled out little by little, and her **** body surprised Lu'er, but also admired her.

If the wonder of a book makes people linger, then "Dream Classic" made people who wanted to read "her" fall one after another at the beginning.

"For you who have been asleep for many years, but have no dreams to do, is my act a greeting or a blasphemy?"

Her lower body lay in the center of the page, like a fish coming out of a lake, gasping for breath and shaking her scales.

"Well~" the girl said coquettishly, stretching and wrapping her hair around her chest, pretending to be shy.

"Isn't sharing the same bed a deep meaning? You, an old friend of the subconscious, one of the members of the Lost Freemasons, want to know what Hypnos meant back then? "The god of sleep in Greek mythology, whose magic is at the top of the gods. 】

Luer looked at the girl rolling out of the pages, and then at the calm and calm shrunken eyes on the side, thinking that Lolita should be the most nervous of the people present.

"It's okay, you don't need to do situational calculations."

The reading glasses consciously restored the small sapling in the old man's field of vision, and only its delicate figure was left in the mist that was peeled away, and the previous momentum was long gone.

"May this little sapling from the Place of Light thrive as I see it." Characters are condensed on the lenses and pieced together into a sentence.

"Theoretically, the soil in the dream can support his growth in the same way as the soil in reality, but the place of light cannot be integrated with reality. It's incomprehensible. ”

The reading glasses were silent, it was just a creature.

A creation brought out of the Light by an old grandfather named George.

"Isn't the temper of Theory more irritable?"

It asked suddenly.

"Maybe. After all, I can't escape its accusation, instilling self-awareness and cognition is something that the Three Laws were taboo in the first place. ”

But I don't understand what the Creator thinks of our existence. This is not a thought experiment that ordinary logic can overcome. ”

The rain thinned out and the sky cleared.

The apple saplings are covered with water droplets, and the new leaves are delicate and delicate, overshadowing the grass.

"There's one more person to ask."

The reading glasses were gently shaken by the old man.

【Freemasonry】

The characters moisten things silently.

"Freemasonry?"

Hitomi's question caused the girl in the book to turn around and sit down quietly, crying.

"You forgot about it?" She was full of sorrow, but she was also happy.

Then I will teach you how to let you, and your king, understand what is "real" and what is "dream". ”

As soon as the words fell, the whole room shrank suddenly, like a child who had eaten a bad stomach and was worried in bed, put himself into a reverie, and after entering a sleep that could escape his responsibilities, he quietly completed a breakup with the horizon.

The clouds gradually become smaller and smaller and are cut apart by the sun.

Everything is embraced in warm happiness and walked towards the light.