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The old man's face, the dim light, the sore spine.

"Why are you sleeping here, hey?" The old man stroked the heavy reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at the thick fairy tale book on the bench. "You must have seen that you slept late last night, right?"

"Right....... Target. But I saw that the bookstore was already full of soft sunlight, and I slowly adapted to it and slowly became familiar with it.

The light shines through the blinds and hits the corner of the bookstore, and the peace and comfort of the book attack the body as always. She straightened up, a sore pain coming over her legs, making her a little unsteady.

"You really like the little tiger skin."

He walked slowly to the table, picked up his pipe, and cast his gaze on the shiny surface of the kettle not far away. "It's better to drink some water in the morning, so as not to break down."

Lu'er staggered and walked towards the old man's back. Suddenly, he felt a little similar to his mother.

Are you dazzled? Or is it an excessive indulgence in grief?

Luer thought about it, but couldn't get an answer for a while.

The door was hidden on both sides of the bookstore, and some people passed by one after another. They walked into the store and started looking for the latest news about the stock market. The adults held countless banknotes in their hands, handed them to the old man, exchanged them for white papers, and left the bookstore without any attachment. The whole process was only a few tens of seconds, but it seemed to Luer to be a very long and boring mechanical process.

"What would the world be like if there was no money?"

She thought about it, and immediately gave up this stupid idea, and walked around into the "woods" formed by the bookshelves in the fairy tale area.

"Today's milk is so sweet."

Don't forget the nostalgia of the taste buds, which is the tender, sour sweetness that has been passed from the hands of my mother to today. Adults would not expect that the child remembers unusually well the sensation of sucking breast milk. The psychological dependence has constructed the scars of the time period worm, one deep and one shallow, carved to this day.

The book "The Story of Little Tiger Skin" is quickly returned to her hands, as if it were Lu'er's precious treasure. She flipped to a new page, carefully flattening the small folded footer at the edge of the page, making the page look more gentle.

"Only me and Grandpa George can drink it, Mom."

Tears inadvertently wet her arms and slipped between her fingers. Another function of tears is to blur what is seen, such as the old lady's bitter contemplation, and the bitterness ripples in Lu'er's eyes.

She gave up on immersing herself in the fairy tale world and began to pick up the obscure old textbook and look through the dense alphabet inside.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it's night again.

Grandpa George opened the door, and the light in the attic dimmed.

But Luer wasn't as honest as he expected.

Tonight's blinds may be because of the old man, or maybe they are a well-arranged plan, and the blinds are not locked. Loul struggled to climb onto the table, carefully tiptoeing, and threw her shoes out the window.

Maybe it won't stain Grandpa's tabletop?

At least my mother told me that I had to look like a lovely girl with a culture when I was a guest at someone's house.

Finally, the little feet experienced the hardships of climbing and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Good, didn't make any noise."

She turned back.

Grandpa George's attic lights had been extinguished, so he put on his shoes with peace of mind, tidied up his blue dress, and ran happily to the lighthouse on the coast.

The whole town is located by the sea, a small fishing port, but it has excellent cargo resources. Therefore, there must be a navigation light, which must be bright enough for the long-distance ship to recognize the direction of home. Its façade is covered with a variety of colours, and the charismatic graffiti makes this lighthouse stand out from the surrounding cottages. Luer came to the lighthouse and looked up at its beautiful and dazzling light, and couldn't help but feel a warmth in her heart. The boats in the harbor had fallen asleep, and only the sound of the girl's breathing stirred the tide and rolled.

It's still ringing.

The little life that lived in the grass sang merrily, and in anticipation of Lu'er's arrival, the sound was louder than this, so that the notes that jumped into the girl's ears could not converge.

"Mom, we're back here again."

The little hands hung in the air, the blue dress swayed, and the whole person was like a white lotus blooming in the grass. Next, swing your legs, the staircase of the lighthouse. It used to be the beginning of all good things and the end of all dreams.

The streetlamp poked its head out from above the staircase, exhausted.

The girl slowly melted into its halo, and the dress appeared more dazzling, which couldn't help but make the streetlamp's eyes wider. It looked at the girl in front of it who was getting closer and closer, and felt as if it had seen it somewhere. Some of the rusty iron railings shook gently, and the girl's white fingers coiled around the waist of the lighthouse. From time to time, the night sky leaked out of starlight, and the slightly dim moon. The sea breeze passed through her hair, and she stood at the top of the tower, melancholy.

Leaning against the guardrail, where her mother used to take her to see the stars, she looked down.

"It's beautiful."

Three words, the girl turned her head suddenly, and for a while she couldn't close her mouth, and looked at the boy sitting in the center of the huge lens.

A young man with white hair!

If she doesn't listen to the voice, Lull will recognize him as a girl.

"Who are you?"

The boy was a little confused, but quickly smiled. "I don't have a name. Would you like to help me think of one? ”

"Such a sacred thing!"

It's nothing more than the other party's smile is too charming.

Immediately, the excited little heart ran very high, and the footsteps slowly extended towards the boy.

"In the lens, but the light reducer, the temperature is not trivial!"

"I just got up and looked at the starry sky when you appeared." The boy stretched, and the girl finally saw the fact that the light had a body. "It's a nice day, a beautiful summer night." His figure twisted violently in the light before coming to the surface of the lens, and gradually emerging into the air. Her hair glowed with an uncanny white glow, shimmering with a blue glow that Luer liked, revealing a hint of mischievous mystery.

The two of them were still standing in place, their dresses coming to life in the glow of his hair.

She thought of the story of the little budgie in an instant, so simple and easy to understand, but also contains infinite charm.

One of the words that mom often hangs on her lips.

The base of the lens rotated faster, and the light carried the girl's body, peeling off into a corner of the earthly world, and no one was allowed to escape.

Suddenly, I felt a hot sensation all over my body, and I couldn't help but open my eyes to notice that the surroundings were bright, and there were patches of light under my feet to form a sea of flowers, and the petals shimmered with beautiful fluorescence.

Try to take a step, and the petals will fly under her toes, and the girl will feel the magic of lightness in everything.

"When the senses receive a "common sense" that is different from common sense, thinking will not be able to proceed, and the connection between all things will be cut off. This is one of the reasons why dreams cannot be recorded, people can only see, cannot speak, regret the injustice of fate, but also cherish their own memories. ”

She looked at everything at her feet, smiled slightly, and raised her head, and the scene in her eyes convinced her that what her mother had told her was not fake.

"Therefore, those beautiful fairy tales in the book are all real dreams."