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The chief is wearing the official uniform of a eunuch, which is a little ridiculous how you look at it. The hair that fell out of the red official hat was actually a long whip of the Qing Dynasty, and it was really in place.

It's a passage again, and the floor is covered with a red carpet. But the difference is that this time the passage is not narrow, about five meters wide. It seems to be very, very long, and not far ahead, you can already see the doors neatly lined up on both sides, just like a hotel.

He led the way in front and introduced as he went: "Everyone has one room, and of course, if we want to live together, we have no objection." But it is advisable to live separately! ”

Turning around, his face was so white that he was powdered, and his mouth was grinning with brightly colored lipstick, making a weird smile, and said lightly and mysteriously: "Someone once hallucinated in the middle of the night and killed the person in the same bed, we don't mind cleaning up the broken corpses on the bed, but in order for the noble master to continue the trip safely, it is better to live separately." ”

When he saw that everyone's faces were pale, he smiled and stopped in front of a wooden room marked with the number 1: "Every room is the same, as long as you want what kind of room in your heart, it will be what it will be." ”

He asked earnestly again, "Do you really all need companionship?" ”

It was really hospitable and full service. But no one wants it, and the only man who wants it has a wife by his side, so he doesn't dare to ask for it.

"And who's going to be in this room?" Seeing that everyone was hesitating, the manager respectfully raised his hand and bent over, making an exaggerated "please" gesture.

You can't sleep in the hallway, and you've died once, so what's so scared? Cheng Qianxun raised his eyebrows: "I! ”

"Okay, please come in!" The steward took a step back and stood outside the door frame with a smile: "Please think about what room you need, and don't think about other places, volcanoes, primeval grasslands, and jungles." One time a guest opened the door, and the water rushed out, and I was washed far away, and we have not been able to find him until now, and maybe he was washed back to the bottom and died. ”

There is still such a thing, Cheng Qianxun closed his eyes, and after thinking about it in his heart, he opened the door suddenly.

Immediately there was a familiar and warm light coming out of the door, simple furniture, no extravagance and luxurious decoration, and a yellow and white, inexpensive, most ordinary domestic cat coiled on the slightly wrinkled bed... Cheng Qianxun couldn't help but burst into tears, and she walked in.

The door behind her was closed, she walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, hugged the lazy fat cat, put her face on its head, which was too lazy to open its eyes, and wept excitedly, and asked uncertainly, "Is that you, hairball?" ”

The cat, which resembled the fur balls kept at home, finally opened its eyes, and its eyes were the same earthy yellow color as their coat color. It closed its eyes again and fell asleep without saying a word. Hairballs are lazy insects, except for eating and sleeping, otherwise they will not be so fat.

If even cats can be among them, what about her parents, or even her boyfriend? So Cheng Qianxun closed his eyes, and after a long while, he opened his eyes nervously, and suddenly burst into tears, all of them were there!

"Daddy, Mommy!" She greeted her, her arms outstretched, and hugged her mother tightly. After a while, I realized that something was wrong, and my mother did not hug her, but stood there motionless.

Looking up with tears, I saw my mother with gray temples, her face was the same as in her memory, but there was a lack of agility in her eyes. It's like a shell without a soul, but there is no temperature in the body, and the ears are close to the chest to listen, and there is no heartbeat.

It turns out that all this is fake, the warm home is fake, the parents are fake, and even the hairballs on the bed are fake. She retreated to the bed in tears, grabbed the hairball from the bed, and threw it against the wall like madness.

The furball didn't even scream, it flew straight to the wall, and then slowly fell into the wall as if it were stuck in a mire, until it disappeared.

Even if she had died once, even if she felt a lot numb now, the pain in her heart like an awl stabbing into her flesh was unbearable, and she couldn't hold back the tears.

Facing the two things standing next to the bed with the appearance of parents who didn't know what to do, she yelled angrily: "Disappear, all disappear!" ”

Everything in the room, parents, large old-fashioned wardrobes, beds with a few wrinkles, desks that are a little messy, half-yellow curtains... One by one, with her memories and her concerns, they disappeared one by one, and the whole room finally became white and empty.

Cheng Qianxun's lips trembled, and he stood in the center of a blank space. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she was in an Arabic-style room.

Even the windows that have been derived have been carved in Arabic wood, and in the center of the room, in the middle of the room, in layers of gauze tents, there are beds covered with soft and thick wool blankets, and purple upholstery sewn with gold thread. This was the princess's room in her mind for the Thousand and One Nights, luxurious and comfortable.

She spun around with great sadness, and looked around this gorgeous room with a fairy tale flavor. Although I still want to be like home, I think of my parents when I see home. She didn't want to have two more emotionless dolls with her parents in her room, it would be a desecration of the family.

So be it! She saw the gourd-shaped window with its ornate openwork wood carvings on the top and square below, and walked over and opened it.

When I pulled it open, I saw that it was a blank space.

"It shouldn't be like this!" She muttered to herself, closed her eyes and opened them again... In front of you is the imaginary night of Baghdad, a crescent moon hanging in the starry night sky, reflecting the layers of Islamic pointed domes, mysterious and beautiful.

It's beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than it really is. She slowly sat down on the windowsill, leaning her back against the windowsill and looking sideways at the beautiful Arabian nights.

The loneliness in her heart and the fear of the future gradually replaced the sorrow of homesickness, and she remembered something, and her hand reached through the collar, and slowly pulled out the feather that was clinging to her chest.

Pinched the palm-length black shiny feather and looked at it carefully. This black-winged angel has never seen what he looks like, will he be like that Satan Mammon with an evil smile on his face?

This feather is so beautiful, a bit like a swan, but also like a goose...

"I'm not a swan, I'm not a goose!" A magnetic, slightly muffled voice suddenly sounded not far away.

Cheng Qianxun was startled, fortunately, his nerves were much stronger after being reborn, otherwise he might have accidentally tumbled off the windowsill in fright.

The tall figure of the black-winged angel appeared in the moonlight, his huge wings were still shrunk and dragged behind him, and his face wearing a robe and hat was still dark, and that darkness was facing Cheng Qianxun.