Shoot it down!

Shoot it down!

The cry turned into an invisible force, coming from above my head, like a strange desire tangled in my heart into a beautiful flower, which finally bloomed the moment it surfaced. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oops~ The director is really, oh, I should call you the male number one."

Mengdian grinned, but the smile was extremely cold.

"It's such an embarrassment, it's hard to say if it's time for me to end for you."

Can't be lower than the cool.

One by one, the surrounding snail people poured into the water, beneath the liquid ground, a huge mirror that reflected the sky. The roar of no man, the cry of man, the cry of man. All that's left is the intricate sound of dissolving and the strange whisper of the coffin in the distance, the discontent of a living creature hiding in a dark corner, right?

"Whoever says he's a director has to be the male number one," she said, bringing her lips to my already shapeless mouthparts, tugging at my tiny tentacles as if playing with a man's most fragile organ, "Come with us for a bending virtual reality experience." It looks interesting, don't you say? Oh, I'm bullying you, Mr. Snail. ”

I'm in pain! It really hurts! Stop playing with my tentacles, okay, this feeling of being toyed with sucks!

Her little hands were no less than the brute force she used in the battle at the zenith church, and although it was the ground shattering effect and the special effect of the sword hilt that were added by the special effects team later, this scene was simply insulting to me now!

Could it be that it was filmed to avenge the shameful scene at that time?

The bridge book in Lolita's hand, I don't know when it arrived in her hands. She stood silently beside me, turning my shell with one hand and expertly flipping through the records in the bridge with the other. As my face changed suddenly, I realized that I had written down the dirty thoughts on my record because of my carelessness.

[It's really exciting to see Yumedian "been" like that! 】

Oh, it's terrible.

This is an extremely provocative, individualistic indulgent attitude towards the actors, against the show.

My tentacles are going to be ripped off! The pain is terrible, I can't describe it! This is the vivid embodiment of a girl's anger and blood debt.

The little hand released my tentacles, and I was lifted in the air by her again by the gravitational sinking, and then I realized that I had lost a lot of weight, I don't know what the reason was, and at the same time, I was a microorganism with no ability to act and the right to speak for this girl who was close at hand.

Her little feet supported her body, and she was able to stand on it, on the water.

This surprising phenomenon haunted me for a long time, and my tangled mind rose in proportion to the "quantity" of the world that gushed out of the coffin, and finally turned into a surge. Why can she stand like this? Why could she be the last one to melt, even if she is now restored, alive from the fragments back to the original appearance of the whole. Why could she ask such a detached question? It's as if they don't treat me as a director!

It's such a fiery character, running out of my keyboard's control at such a time, and defying my set character without any scruples!

"Oh, there is a faint sadness in your eyes, is it pity for me? Do you want to make a slightly sad exclamation sentence like "Today's wind makes some noise, and my heart has already fluttered"? ”

Indifferent, I was lifted into the air by her again, and the water under her feet was mixed with the white of the zebra crossing. Her fingers dug into my shell, and the blushing Mr. Snail could only shrink his body, unable to resist the ability of a girl to abuse me as a director.

"Or let me take you out of this strange barren land? And then beat me up? ”

There are so many interrogative sentences, so many emotions, and so many impulsive behaviors that can make me think. Her fingers go in and out, and the tactile reflex drills into the brain, the central nervous system, the left ventricle of the heart, the right ventricle, the great arteries.

If the mysterious director, the so-called director, was watching the male number one being harassed by the girl, showing naked shame, he must be smiling from ear to ear, or would he arouse a trace of sympathy?

"Male No. 1, you acted quite well, the director must be satisfied."

She finally stopped, with a bad object.

The coffin slammed shut, my tentacles reflexively contracted into my body, the aftermath of the vibration in the air still lingering in my skin sensors, lingering as I felt death. The ground began to solidify, the broken stones and bricks solidified in the middle of the street that had not yet dried, the heads of the cars were embedded in the ground, and the fire was extinguished by the collapse of the concrete walls. The world returns to silence, to necessity, to familiarity.

"Yumedian! I'm going to fire you. ”

My mouth can speak!

But in despair, I was naked.

Snails don't wear clothes.

This common sense turned my perception upside down.

Damn it!

"What's the matter, go on?"

"Shameless fellow!"

"They're all women, are they so sensitive?"

"You lie to me again!"

"It's true, the lunged snail is such a unique existence, don't you know?" [Some lung snails are hermaphroditic, and some species can reproduce independently. 】

"Why, ahhhhh

The word "ah", the outpouring of anger, poured over me, making my arms pull up the threads, dancing with my hands, caressing my doll-like body, examining my dramatic organs, and marveling at it, without any other emotion.

At that time, I became a baby who only knew how to yell, with no reason or self-control, and the pinnacle of primate behavior that was degenerating.

The girl stepped aside quietly, lowered her body, sat down on a bench sunk into the ground, and gazed at my reddened cheeks, as if looking at a vase that could talk and jump, and carved her mood and thoughts in her panic.

"I've had enough, get me out of here, I'm going back to writing your story! What a melt, what a coffin, what a damn world, I've really had enough! ”

"Go back? How do you know I can take you out of here? ”

The small hand is propped up on the chin, and the long hair that shakes slightly kisses the tips of the toes.

"This kind of performance is not good, male number one. This is a very interesting and interesting story, and I don't want to turn it into the kind of meat-buying drama, unfinished drama, or tofu dregs project, or even boring irrigation novels. People, or those readers and friends, the hard-won 222 collections are all people who want you to work hard. ”

The black gothic dress took away the previous sweater and occupied the girl's body and mind.

"Your performance isn't very mature yet, that's why you panic. But in another sense, it is not a bad thing for actors who have not read the script to interpret the roles they should interpret with their own performance and cognition. I'm afraid that life away from the script, and the screen, will become the free place that the poor little people in the script look forward to, right? ”

That's heaven.

I opened my mouth in a daze, and closed it again.

[That's what I want to express, the self that countless people hope for, and the meaning of this story. 】

"In the future, I will give me a lot of advice~"

Curved thin eyebrows, ethereal eyes, drunk immortals in the world, savoring in impermanence.

Looking at the last paragraph of the script, the handwriting in parentheses is clearly my own.

I was a little surprised, a little hesitant, and even a little regretful.

"Hawkers, I told you in advance, whether you can play "yourself" well depends on yourself. I, Mengdian, although I don't like to be your character, but seeing your performance like this today makes me see my future self. ”

There is something didactic.

But I don't hate it.

"To be honest, I sometimes envy people like you who live in your own delusions, saying that the reality is cruel, but I don't know that because of the cruel reality, dreams can grow in the dazzling soil. There are countless actors like me who are looking for work every day, whether they are amateur, full-time, or people who want to prove themselves, and the newspaper reports have shown this fact, and the online novel circle is sometimes really chaotic. ”

"It's an equation."

"That's right, you're getting more and more potential as a science fiction writer."

The little hand pulled the clothes on his body, and his snow-white skin flashed under the crumpled gothic skirt. The arm bent upward, and the slender collarbone fell into the girl's head and neck.

"Hey, what are you doing, stop doing any more ridiculous things, okay?"

Again, I pleaded, knowing that there would be nothing in return for such an action.

Today's events are so unbelievable that I don't know what the director is asking us actors to do.

No, she, Mengdian, probably knows, like a scene director or a scene reporter, who is guiding me as a newcomer to perform.

She held her clothes in her hands, and all that was left was her underwear, which was just enough to cover her shame.

I took it with some frustration, my eyes wandering wildly at the strange scenery around me, as if my soul had wandered beyond the Three Realms.

"It's not ridiculous!"

I didn't expect Yumeden to be able to make such a cute gesture - holding his hands in the shape of cat's paws, lifting them, placing them under his chin, near his lips, his head at a 30-degree angle slightly, his arms one high and one short, catching the big eyes of the water spirit. The long hair outlines the slender body, and the falling pitch-black color is obviously an important supporting role for the snow-white skin.

Is this really the girl who is a little naughty, domineering, but sweet-talking?

I only have the instinct of doubt now.

"Put it on and play yourself. You're you, you're me, and you're everyone. ”

I pulled the sleeves of my shirt, and then I realized that the tightness of the girl's clothes wrapped around her body was so strange. An inexplicable sense of security, a long skirt covering my legs, slightly raised knees, and a rapid reconstruction. The upper body of the gothic long skirt and the part of the waist were tied by Mengdian himself, and then tied with a beautiful fancy bow.

"Actually, boys wear clothes like this,"

She looked sideways.

"Actually, even if it's a girl like that, it's..."

She bowed her head.

"It's cute."

The little hand scratched his head.

Undetected shyness.

What! I'm just acting stiff, and the terrible setting of sex transfer is really terrible, okay!

"The deformation of the chest is not bad."

She slowly pulled out her collar, and the folded skirt was clearly sworn to me by the corners of my new identity.

"Wait..."

"How?"

"You're the male number one, right?"

"Don't you know?"

"When will I become, become, damn it! When did I become a dream! I don't want such a role, change it back, I beg you! ”

I can't think of any other way not to be dirty than a body deal.

"Well, although I'm wearing women's underwear, I'll also play the role of the male number one. It's not a matter of gender! ”

I couldn't laugh.

"It's a matter of attitude!"

I want to cry, really. A big man, even more "girl" in front of a girl.

The script was stuffed back into my hands.

"They're all waiting for you, your characters, your stories. New year, new wishes, Miss Mengdian. ”

I felt like I was starting to get unreal, and I just felt that the residual temperature of the girl's fingers in the script was very hot.

"Yumedian, you are one of my favorite characters, don't let down the expectations of the reader and yourself! Your story is different, it's not cliché, it's not banal. ”

The coffin in the distance opened its mouth again.

"Mengdian, you are one of my favorite stories, without you, this "Lighthouse Girl" would not be worth writing, and you will become exactly the same as other stories, only the beginning, only the climax bargain."

Everything around is flowing again.

"Dream Dian, start dreaming."

The deafening sound swallowed my words, and I knelt on my knees, holding the girl in my arms, and wept bitterly. The arms, neck, eyes, and long hair all turned back into creamy, dense texture, and residual tenderness.

Yes, I really cried, tears flowed down my face. I couldn't even say thank you, I just knew how to shout those three words out loud.

This ending setting is too damnable, why do you have to do this! Are you Lihua Song! Director, what kind of person are you, just give your character a tragic fate and then end it! [From Angelbeats!Japanese healing anime work P.] a。 works production】

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry.

She melted so fast that her smile remained on her face, a heartfelt and untouchable piece of music that was drying up.

Yes, I don't know what I'm supposed to do, and she, too.

I struggled to throw the script into the distance and slowly got up.

Then, I stood on the surface of the water, lifted the corners of my skirt, and below the surface of the water were the colored ripples of the dissolved girl. The coffin was completely opened, and the whole world was like a tsunami, sweeping through the sky, piercing the earth, and crashing into me.

Her color permeates everything, reflecting the brilliance of the sun, moon and all things.

That's right, it's paradise.

And she, forever looking at me in heaven.

So serious, so serious.