Sanae buried her head in the fluffy quilt, and kept holding her white and tender little fists to hammer the bed hard to vent her dissatisfaction. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The originally neat pink and white sweater on Info's body also became slightly messy after some venting.

Because I had told my mother, who was a little natural, that I wouldn't eat dinner, I was able to get a period of time to calm down and think about some things by myself, although it took a lot of effort to explain the frustrated expression on my mother's face that couldn't be concealed afterwards, but now Sanae is not in the mood to think about those things.

"The strange guy named Hakuriyu said those words sound nonsense, and they don't perfectly explain why I lost my memories from that night to the beginning of school - but, judging by the fact that there was not a single scar on my body when I was dying, or that all of my clothes were not damaged, it seemed to explain what happened to me the most."

-- If so, according to common sense.

"It's unpleasant!"

Hammered the soft bed again, the quilt was a mess, and Sanae's face was full of unwillingness.

Yourself, is different.

Of course, although there has been a secret method that has been passed down to become a wind blessing since the ancestors, no one has successfully performed even the slightest magic for countless years, even Sanae's parents have only routinely taught the secret method to Sanae, and they don't have any special abilities and they don't know the fact that their daughter is actually a qualified wind zhu, and they haven't considered this aspect at all.

Only Sanae succeeded.

Only Sanae knew she had succeeded.

But, there is no point.

Times are different, and the world is no longer the time when belief in gods was taken for granted.

People believe in more practical things like money and wisdom, and for the gods, they are just a kind of beautiful sustenance and fantasy of the ignorant ancients - illusory things. Even those who claim to believe in some religion, most of them are just seeking spiritual sustenance for themselves. Actually, I don't believe in gods, I just hope that there is a place where I can escape from my heart full of anguish. Whatever it is, as long as it meets your needs.

To put it simply, they don't want to see anything, they just want to see what they want to see.

And as the purest person who sacrifices to the wind, he is side by side with the gods, and even gathers his faith as a mortal and is elevated to the god of the present man, and now he has become ignorant of even the gods he believes in, I have to say, this is really a kind of sadness that makes people laugh.

"Actually, it's not a big deal to live like this, you don't have to fight in that world that doesn't seem gentle, forget the fact that you have that power, even if you deceive yourself, but you can still live peacefully like this."

Sanae's left hand unconsciously raised, gently stroking the strange hair ornament of the snake and frog on her head, and her eyes were a little out of focus.

"I knew a long time ago that I was different. When I got this power, I was so passionate that I wanted to do something -- I didn't expect that after only three years of junior high school, my droplet of different colors not only did not dye the sea called the world a little color, but was about to dilute to the same color as everyone else. ”

With one hand, he drew a few star-like techniques in the void with a few almost invisible traces, and a small piece of the sky in front of Sanae actually began to gather small black clouds, and began to rain on the desk with a radius of less than half a meter, and even faintly could even see golden lightning traces in the mini dark clouds.

It is not an exaggeration to call it a miracle that such a natural phenomenon can be created without the help of any instruments or materials, just by praying in a mortal body.

"Sometimes I forget that I actually have such power in my day-to-day life......"

With a long sigh, Sanae squatted down on the bed and buried her head in the crook of her arm. The voice was a little slurred, and I couldn't hear whether the vague tone contained sadness or helplessness.

"It's actually tiring to live a different life, because you can't find an excuse."

The dark clouds soon dispersed, but the water on the desk still dripped down little by little in the direction of the corner of the desk, giving the silent room an even more lonely atmosphere.

"So, do you want to give up?"

Sanae raised her head and asked herself in a low voice.

Although it is said to be giving up, it is not actually to extinguish the pursuit in your heart, to be honest, if you break your long-standing dream, no matter who you are, you will feel sad. Wanting to run away from something you hate, not wanting to be hurt, this kind of thing is instinctive. No matter how you think about it, it's a very unreasonable thing to let yourself be hurt, and if you can do this, it's either a twisted mind or a shaking.

No, even Shake M wouldn't do such a thing, the so-called Shake M just gets pleasure from hurt, and in essence, it's still the pursuit of pleasure. If you want to say it, it's just an addition and subtraction of pleasure and pain together, and when the pain is greater than the pleasure, Shake M will frown and want to escape.

So, I just don't try to do it anymore.

It's just delusional in my head and no more action. Although he hoped that there would be Santa Claus in the world, he never planned to explore Antarctica, and even if he had a dream of becoming a Kamen Superman, he was not interested in studying that kind of transformation technology or practicing his martial arts skills to prepare for this dream. I just prayed in my heart, fantasized about it, and built a beautiful fantasy without making any effort to it.

If anything, that's for granted. If you want to prepare for that kind of stupid fantasy or try to test it yourself, you will be ridiculed by everyone around you, like a stupid thing.

-- It's not an exaggeration to say that it's meaningless.

ps: Some teenagers complained that I was using the number of words in the philosophical ♂ water that I didn't know, well, in fact, I just wanted to express as much as possible that the so-called detachment from the shackles of common sense is actually a very, very difficult, very conscious and courageous thing, and it is not a casual clown act that seems to be deviant. It's just the feeling of not taking something for granted and wanting to verify it for oneself.