The little Gogo who got her hand lay quietly in Field's jacket pocket, and she closed the belt around her waist, revealing the red wrist strap on her wrist. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Swing lightly, swing lightly.

The candy store sign is fading away.

The candy shop lies in countless small attics, they stand in the sun, bathed in the lonely serenity, dusty time, and no one seems to be able to disturb it.

It is located on the edge of the White Tower, and the vertical height is also worryingly far away, with only a sparse flow of people shuttling through the small mortal dust.

But few people know that the birch trees that grow here are incomparably tall and tall. Its roots can be used as medicine, can be used as military materials, or the outer wall of a petri dish for the growth of natural active agents, and the factory building of core technology. The birch trees are huge and unusually large. People say it's a tree, and Field says it's a mountain.

"Now, set off to the mountain~" [The same name as the anime "Towards the Mountain"~]

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[A tree species from ancient times, the growth environment and age limit are unknown. 】

Lou'er read casually, imagining the huge birch on the endless plain. The little budgie landed on the branch and made a soft noise, dilating Lu'er's pupils and gradually expanding in the eye sockets.

Hitomi notices that she is being stripped of her illusions.

"Are you tired of fantasies?"

The title of the book appears as "History of the Branch of the World Tree". "The Song of the Wind and the Trees" was playing on the side. 【Naoko Anbo's fairy tale works】

"There are some. I always feel that things like fantasy are a little ordinary. I don't know if it's because I've been in contact with it for a long time, or if it's something behind the story, but I always feel that adults are just a kind of person who goes farther and farther away in their dreams. You remember my mother, yes, that's when he always told me that fairy tales are actually real, and they are the world that anyone yearns for. At this point, an unconscious pause suddenly came. That's her idea, not mine. How do I know how she feels, I'm just a child who doesn't know anything, she must be comforting me, I'm stupid, I don't know how to live. Of course I don't know if she's lying, nay, Hitomi Shaki, you're honest, right? ”

The shrinking eyes were pale, and the palms of the hands were sweaty. Lu'er still bowed her head and said something, her lips not stopping.

Between the conversations, there are some words that Hitomi has never heard before.

[Disappointment].

[Nature].

[Forget].

[Regression].

In fact, it's just something you don't want to hear subconsciously.

It seems to be staged again, and in those moments, people are also disappointed all the way, slowly passing by, and slowly moving away. Sure enough, Lu'er is not the special dream body she imagined, she is just relatively dull. Once the "knowledge" of the dream world, the information about the nature of fantasy flows into the cognition of the dream body, no one can tell whether they are still willing to continue to sleep, or try to open their eyes?

The library is a bowl of thick soup, and the dish on the menu is called "Akatsuki". Taste it slowly, the taste will not be obviously irritable, invade the privacy of the taste buds, and will not be indecisive, cutting and constantly connecting with reality.

"Hitomi Shaki?"

"Oh, sorry. I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable," Lolita tilted her head, closing the "Visual Regularity of Creation" through the small gap between the slender railings, breathing heavily. "That...... I'm alone, go out, go for a walk. "Don't say anything, you don't know how lethal Lu'er's words are, it's just a glass heart. What is the idea of shrinking the pupil, as the introducer, it is not the "introducer" itself.

"Exactly, so do I."

It's really no wonder!

Lolita stood up and stabbed her head against the splint sticking out of the bookshelf, causing the girl next to her to blink and her little finger slightly cocked. The pain on his forehead was a little intense, as if he could smell the smell of complaining. She apologized, pressed her hand on the spine of the book, and pushed the bookshelf forward. For a moment, Lolita saw the shape of time, the things on the shelves forming waves one after the other, and the hanging bell rang as a pair of hands danced in it.

The two walked away.

Why are you so flustered?

Somewhat distracted, the girl swayed through the corridor with her steps, and the wooden ceiling was covered with dazzling black and white murals.

Finally, I couldn't help it, covering my head, my little hands bent slightly, afraid of touching the nerve endings. The time spent sitting is long, the time spent walking is short, and the time spent thinking is squared. She finally knew why the Dream Body was reluctant to come to the library. Because the atmosphere here would ruin the ease when I met the dream body in the first place, and now only tension remains.

How can you say such a thing to Lu'er! 】

[I also know that it is the truth, and I don't want to say it.] 】

[Even if I blame you, it's only a superficial formality.] 】

[Okay.] The previous dream body, my first dream body, as the introducer, I lost ...... Something I should have had. The task of the Inducer changes the moment the Dream Body is introduced to the Dream Realm, and they are no longer the Introducer, but only have no name. Man is like a creature who creates himself, the self in time, the self in memory, the "self" in himself, and the self in the world. Speaking of it, both sides will fall into self-blame. 】

[That Lu'er, her identity has changed, right? Isn't that the case! Tell me! 】

[I don't have any responsibility, it's pointless to blame the pain caused by memories.] Forgetting is just an excuse, and we will eventually separate and meet. 】

[She is not a "fake", she has become a "real"? 】

[After the wish is realized, people will wake up, even if the time will be slightly different, even if men and women have colorful moods. 】

That's why I hate you, I'm really, quite, hate you. is obviously the inducer of dreams, but it is also a bullet primer firing pin. 】

The look of déjà vu, which had also stayed in Field's amorous pupils, remembered it clearly, and there would be no mistake.

The black-and-white mural, with a shy dim candlelight, presents a number of lively fish, and the creatures living in the hourglass cannot pass the small transparent bottleneck. The fish happily look at the bright "world" above, and the fish on the other side are also looking at the "tranquility".

"It's annoying."

Laughing, wearing such a mask and hiding aside, it is a loss of dignity for yourself.

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Little Geguo felt strangely calm.

Field stopped fiddling with her unusually exaggerated stride.

She just looked up and admired.

The girl craned her neck and tugged at the red rope around her wrist.

Swing lightly, swing lightly.

Between the branches of the tree, there is a hut, which is completely different from the mind and consciousness of the little people who live in it, and it is perfectly camouflaged.

Politics, governance, circles, the old fox, and seclusion all have their own flavors. 【In case of river crabs. 】

The short-haired girl heard the familiar loud voice under the tree, opened the window, and glanced 20 meters below the tree, the girl's red skirt was swaying, and she was smiling.

She started smiling, too.

She also began to turn around.

They approached each other, one dragging one and pressing it into his arms, the little song fruit in the center of his palm broke into one party's mouth, and one of them was still with his eyes wide open and his snort resolute.

"Let go, what are you doing, you're so old and confused, I hate you so much!"

"Okay, it's all right~"

She still didn't give up, pressing the skin that kept peeling off her body, with an indignant face, and her arms bent.

Field dodged away.

"Little Geguo,"

Jumping the girl up and down, revealing the firm bridge of her nose.

"This thing, you, actually,"

The shoulders stretch slightly, and the bones chirp.

"If you can still get it, it must be ...... He! ”

He held his cheeks, incredulous, unconscious.

"Him! He! Phew, spicy lala!! ”

"My mom, you're still the same."

The man in front of him frowned, and the last piece of scale armor on the back of his hand fell with a sigh.

"Even the gender has to be hidden, you are really desirable. Jun'er, sir? ”

Not far away, the cicadas. Pass through the trunk spine, in the center of the shadow.

"Old woman, each other, like each other?"

The two of them smiled and bent over, from the dress on his body, or the lipstick on her lips.

"Nobody knows."