After dinner, Ivas returned to his room. The rooms are on the third floor and are specially prepared for students on longer stays. There were thirteen other students from the same school on this floor, but they had all gone home early, and there were only a few lights on in the rooms on the third floor. Ivas didn't know the thirteen alumni because he didn't like to talk and didn't try to meet the new people. In the first few weeks of arriving at the hotel, some students took the initiative to invite Ivas to meet this beautiful and elegant alumnus. However, Yvas was very unfamiliar with everything when he first came to Ducheng, and after a few unjustified shirks, he pushed these peers farther and farther away. Gradually, the rest of the people no longer called Ivas if they had a classmate dinner, went shopping with friends, or had a partner's birthday. A few years later, Evas became a real stranger to them.

The corridor on the third floor is very refreshing, the dark brown carpet exudes the fragrance of the Dragon Country perfume, and the light-colored wallpaper depicts the scene of the naval battle of Thunder Island: in countless thunders and lightning, the battleships sank one by one. There is no messy clutter in the aisle, there are neatly arranged plants, one by one leaning against a small corner. There are bright lights hanging on the top of the walls, and the heat emitted always gives people the temperature of light. On the two walls, the poems of Laplace, the great poet of the Dragon Kingdom from a hundred years ago, are pasted and sung to the people.

Evas often stopped in front of Laplace's verses and gazed at Laplace's portrait. It was as if Laplace was standing right in front of him and saying to himself, "The road to success must be lonely, bumpy and full of hardships." ”

In his heart, he silently recited the verses from "Unicorn":

The unicorn is gone

The empty footprints are blurred illusions

The phantom bird has also flown away

The leisurely posture is a grand scene to remember

The tide of thousands of flowers blooms like the sea

The glitter of the flower demon appeared in the sea of flowers

The dark night of the endless sea carries ordinary dreams

Some people say I love flowers,

Just because I was in memory of her,

Commemorate the back of that one dream

and the strands of her hair at the ends

I've been running all my life

It never stopped

But every time I look back, I feel very gratified

Awakening may be in the next second

It is possible that success will never come

Dream chasers are chasing dreams all their lives

Dream builders' lives are building dreams

Both are dreams that blossom

But they never saw the fruit of the flowers

But the life of a drunken dreamer is only drowsiness

I want to be a bright star in the sky

I also want to become a mystery in the world

Sing it for posterity

I want to find the bright mirror in my heart

Illuminating the way to the future

Success is a cradle

Strangling the hero's dreams

The glory of the past illuminates everywhere

Humiliation today

Sprout in the bosom

Revival

Or rotten in the slogan of revival

Although the result is often the latter

Dare to ask what the original intention is

A beautiful flower

A leisurely cloud

An ordinary smile

Still a quiet afternoon

Or maybe it's struggling out of the ordinary

Or not

In the confusion, I am constantly searching for my true self

Is the human soul worthless?

But I can always feel the sun bursting from the depths of my heart

I love flowers

It's in her honor

Commemorate the back of that one dream

and the strands of her hair at the ends

I've been running all my life

It never stops

Chase the unicorn that reaches the other side

I want to see the paradise on the other side of the Sea of Stars

The tide of flowers is still in full bloom as before

The night of the endless sea carries ordinary dreams

The stars in the sky are not me

I have never been a mystery to the world

Remember the glory that once illuminated the four directions

Now the humiliation around him sprouts in ignorance

People say

I love flowers

But I'm just here to remember her

I've been chasing all my life

Chasing that unattainable dream

The unicorn is gone

The tide of flowers has also withered

The dream of the Endless Sea fades away on the horizon

And your figure still haunts me

The verses are perfect.

A hundred years ago, Laplace was the most famous poet of the Dragon Kingdom after the Second Age of the End of France. At that time, in order to write more popular poems, Laplace, as a military poet, followed the coalition to suppress the demon beast that broke free from the seal of the Thunder Country-[Thunder Fang].

In that war, although Thunder Ya was wiped out, the coalition forces sent by the alliance were almost completely wiped out, and only a thousand people returned. These survivors escaped by not being on the battlefield for other reasons. None of the soldiers on the battlefield survived. Later, when the battlefield was cleaned, none of the nine artifact guardians survived, and the coalition found only one dropped artifact, and the remaining eight artifacts disappeared. It was during that war that Laplace went missing, and he and his soldiers landed on the island of Thunder. But never came back. What was left to the world was his last "Unicorn" for his lover who had died before he set out on the expedition.

Ivas left the portrait and walked to his room. Stepping on the soft gray-green carpet, he gently took out the key to open the wooden white door, and walked into his room, the pattern on the door was very delicate, engraved with a pattern that Ivas did not know, perhaps related to the Sevan religion, Ivas was very unaccustomed to this gorgeous pattern when he first came here, but as time went on, he gradually became accustomed to it. Walking into the white door, what catches your eye is a not very large room, about 40 square meters, but it is very suitable, giving people a very warm feeling.

The room has a dedicated bathroom, clean and tidy, a large bed, three meters wide, that can sleep three people, and a fluffy carpet on the floor of the room, which is sure to be warm when stepped on in winter, as if it were just on the fur of the fluffy. There is a sliding door on the side of the room, and when it is opened, there is a small balcony with a small rocking chair, made of wood, on which Ivas basks in the sun every weekend afternoon. As far as the eye can see, you can see the hill to the west of Ducheng, and whenever autumn comes, the hill will turn yellow, which is the harvest season. Closely, you can see Wan Street to 14th Street, and every night Evas can see the carnival in the distance from the balcony. Along Wan Street and 14th Street, you can see the port of Carmelo, which is the largest of the three ports in Ducheng and is the transit point of the third and sixth routes. Every morning when he wakes up, Evas pushes back the curtains, and as soon as he goes out, he can see the busy ships coming in and out of the harbor, like the black dots in a painting. Sometimes when he gets tired of sitting outside, Ivas will return to his desk and write his own little poem. The table is not high, but it is still just right for Evas, and his hands and feet can be bent and stretched naturally. Next to the table is the famous flower of the Dragon Kingdom, Zilu Xuan, the petals are blue-purple, and it prefers a warm and semi-shady environment, and the flowering period is from June to October. Now July is the time for the flowers to bloom. The language of flowers symbolizes dignity, which is why many people in the Dragon Kingdom like it.

The luggage for the home had been packed the day before yesterday, a large brown suitcase pulled by hand and a large travel bag on the back.

Ivas closed the intricately carved white door and went to the bed and lay down tiredly.

It's finally time to go home. He admired the "Starry Night" printed on the ceiling, as if he was also swimming in the infinite universe.

On the table made of sandalwood is a letter from my mother two weeks ago. As soon as Ivas returned to his room these days, he read the letters sent by his mother back and forth, over and over again. The originally neat and white paper was rubbed by him. His mind vaguely imagined the figure of his mother, Nonord, five years ago: beautiful long golden hair reaching to the waist, beautiful eyes shining with wisdom that saw through everything, and a delicate countenance, like a flower blooming in the morning, like a statue carved by a skilled carver who carved a stone. Evas's mother's bow at the end of her hair was scented and hung in front of her with her long hair. A white dress is like unstained white paper. The distant temperament between the eyebrows permeates the entire corner.

Ivas stared blankly at the ceiling, "Has my sister grown taller?" But forget what that little girl has grown up like.

Thinking of this, Ivas smiled, "This little ghost shouldn't stick to my brother anymore!"

It's not easy for my mother to take her sister alone.

Five years have passed, and I don't know if I will have the opportunity to meet Royce in the future. He said he was coming to Ava Island to eat hares.

Dad, will he come back, and where has he gone?

......

Ivas couldn't stop his thoughts.

"Such a hot day. Ivas fanned his hand and couldn't sleep, even though he was wearing only a single coat.

"Just don't sleep. ”

"Then what am I going to do?" he said to himself in the abyss, an invisible hand pulling him deeper and deeper.

"You can do whatever you want. The voice came from the abyss, like a magic flute blowing out a spell with magical power, bewitching Evas's mind.

"Do whatever you want?" Ivas struggled, but the more he struggled, the deeper he felt.

Ivas looked around, and on the table was his mother's letter, lying quietly on the desk made of sandalwood, letting the breeze blow through the window and the handwriting on the letter.

yes, read it again.

Again, Evas got out of bed, lit the lamp, and read Nonod's letter again.

As if the beautiful mother was right in front of his eyes:

To my dear son

Dear son, please do not read. Clad and I are doing well, and Clad has grown taller and prettier.

She said that he missed his brother, and I smiled and said to him: I want to too.

It's been a month since I last wrote from me, and it's like I haven't been in touch in a long time.

How is everything?

Are you still having a good time?

I'm really proud and proud of you when I hear you're graduating in two weeks, and I'm sure Clad is the same.

Are you willing to be with your classmates day and night? What is his name?

It seems to be Royce.

Yes, it's Royce.

Remember to say goodbye to your teachers and classmates, and you don't know when we will meet at this time.

Remember to bring all your clothes, keep your valuables, and be sure to stay safe on the way back. You should be coming back from the sixth route, I heard that this route is not very peaceful, and there have been many things recently, so you must be careful. But I see the weather is good, so I don't have to worry too much.

You should have enough money on you, right? You should receive a sum of money from me in a few days.

I haven't seen you for five years, I don't know how you're doing, I miss you very much.

Recently, the weather on Ava Island has been getting worse and worse, and tsunamis have occurred from time to time, and I can see distant thunder and lightning streaked across the night sky to the east of the island.

Due to the tsunami, fish production is increasing, but it is too dangerous to go to sea. Many of the people on the island have left, and now there are only a dozen people left.

Do you remember Uncle Fermar on the hillside, who got lost a week ago while going to sea. Aunt Fina, at the foot of the hill, also encountered a tsunami when she went out to sea to fish.

It's July, the tenth year of your father's absence.

Child, we are doing well, please do not read.

We had plenty of food and clothing. Your sister sometimes goes fishing with me, but don't worry, we only go to sea three times a month, so we have a good life on weekdays.

Do you know?

Our vegetable patch has a bumper harvest this year, and this pumpkin festival is particularly good, very sweet, and powdery.

Potatoes are also highly yielding, with yields increasing by 50%. The purple dew at the door of the house has bloomed, and the flowers are particularly beautiful, blue, blue, purple, and purple.

On weekdays afternoons, your sister will go to the mountains to hunt hares, and her skills are as good as your father's.

Hope you are safe on your way back in two weeks, we are waiting for you at home.

When you come back, be sure to let you try the pink pumpkin, I'm sure you'll fall in love with Ziluxuan.

Dear Evas, I have a lot more to say to you.

Wait until you come back, we'll talk all night when you come back.

I know you have a lot of questions, but letters are not the place to answer them.

Dear Evas, Clad and I miss you very much, and so do you.

Don't read it, we're all doing well.

Love your mom

Nornold