At night, the wind leaves are singing, and it is difficult to place.

The pillow is separated from the dream, and the self-sorrow is not reached.

…………

One of the many double bedrooms, up to. Finch is dreaming of pomegranate blossoms everywhere, like coral, like red jade dress, and the new rain is red after spring. In this no-man's land, you don't have to worry about gender issues, you just need to breathe the air and wander in the fragrance according to your own nature.

Picked up the notebook, and was about to leave this scene on it in the way of sketching, but I didn't think that someone next to me took my hand, and suddenly my heart rippled, this dream is really good, is it an elegant lady?

After clearing my throat, after making sure that my facial muscles had been dressed as the most elegant and charming gentleman's smile, I turned my head to look at the person next to me who had been holding my hand and did not let go, and the smile froze in an instant.

This is supposed to be the feeling of staying in heaven and suddenly falling into hell with one foot in the air.

Where's the elegant lady?!

Even if it's not elegant, it's okay, at least it should be a woman!

Well, even if it's not a woman but a man, I'll put up with it.

But why is it the old man who rubs the chirp and has a split personality? At least it should be a beautiful man or something......

Michelangelo - I already live in the same bedroom with you, and I don't look up every day, but you don't let me go even if I dream!

What kind of paradise is this!

"Ahh The screams began, and the pomegranate blossoms withered by four-fifths.

Wait a minute! That's not right...... It's a little too high-pitched, and why do I feel like my hormones are boiling?

What provokes my desire to protect?

Opened his eyes and sat up suddenly. Finch realized that he had just woken up from his dream, rubbing his cheeks vigorously with his hands, feeling like a pollen allergy, feeling dizzy from inhaling too much pollen, and even the face he was wearing was no longer his own.

What the hell was going on with that screaming just now?

Is that also an add-on of the dream?

He was smiling and sighing, and another series of bitter cries of pain entered here through the layers of palace walls, leaving a silhouette that looked like an exclamation mark, stiffly provoking clues in the air, and turning into a question mark again.

It is impossible to turn a deaf ear.

Qiqi instantly heard that the familiar timbre was the same as that of a certain "big sister" who pretended to be solemn every day, it should be said that it was from the same person, how could he turn a blind eye to such a moment?

Reach. Finch didn't waste time on the bloat, jumped down from the top bunk of the bunk bed, saw Michelangelo sleeping like a dead pig in the lower bunk with a "chicken thigh pillow", and shook him without thinking or saying a word.

"Wake up, Rollo!"

"Hmm, braised pork ......"

"Rollo, wake up!"

"Don't make a fuss, I want to eat...... Braised ......"

"Eat a fart! Wake me up! ”

"I don't eat fart, farts are for Kiki, I want to eat...... Red, roasted, meat. ”

Reach. Finch narrowed his eyes, you kid, you can talk to me in a dream, play me, right?

made a mountain of preparations with both hands, and then used his feet instead of his hands, and kicked the pouting ass.

Not being awakened, Michelangelo rubbed his eyes innocently, yawned, and looked at Da. Finch kept blinking his ignorant and innocent eyes.

"Good afternoon."

"It's not noon."

"I mean midnight."

"You even know it's midnight?"

"Of course, I'm not like you, a mortal."

"Don't mess me off." Reach. Finch tried to soothe his anger, "Get up." ”

"What's wrong?"

"I just heard someone cry for help."

"Who?"

"Do you still need to worry about this?"

"Yes." Michelangelo wiped his saliva, "I need to know if this guy who didn't let me eat braised pork is worth saving." ”

Reach. Finch glanced at the man who was still clinging to the "chicken thigh pillow", sighed, couldn't tell whether he was angry or speechless, and turned to walk out of the room alone.

"Aso."

With just these two words, Michelangelo jumped up from the bed with a fierce son, and he didn't wear slippers, so he got on his bare heels. Finch.

It's not a joke - the "eldest sister's head" has become "Asu", and the situation is urgent!

****

Two old men, one with the wrong button in his pajamas, and the other barefoot with a "chicken thigh pillow" in his arms, "snorted" through the corridor, until they reached the end only to find that the source of the sound was actually in Van Gogh's bedroom.

Reach. Finch and Michelangelo glanced at each other, swallowed, nodded silently, and then poked their heads into the back room, only to be greeted by a wet touch across their cheeks.

The hot breath was exhaled on their faces, and the two of them felt their scalps tingle and their backs cold in an instant.

"Whew!"

A snow-white leopard came out of the darkness, and it turned out to be Bruce......

Reach. Finch and Michelangelo let out a sigh of exhaustion, their shoulders hanging high.

"Good afternoon." Azario stepped out of the dark room and greeted the two men in soul-singing voices.

Hearing this, Da. Finch couldn't help but feel powerless in his heart, the fit between this "good afternoon" and the idiot next to him was really amazing, looking at the strange people around me, and I was able to live here until now, I instantly felt that my merit was complete.

"Big night, don't sleep...... What are you two doing here? Elopement or martyrdom? ”

Reach. Finch was stunned for a moment, and looked at Azario's ambiguous frowning, and he was really frightened.

He can't be blamed for this - how would you feel if you saw a handsome, disheveled man sneaking silently in the middle of the night with a barefoot, "chicken thigh pillow" in his arms, and a girlish sleepy look on his face?

Reach. Finch shook his hand, Lao Tzu If I didn't rush over, and Rollo, the stinky boy, was too lazy to die, he used "no shoes" as an excuse, saying that he couldn't run fast, so I could only pull him as a force.

"Why do you let go of your hand? Isn't this a beautiful picture? Azhario grinned, and even Bruce laughed slyly.

"You're dazzled, I didn't hold his hand!" Hurry up and clarify, for fear that he and this old man will not be clear, they are in heaven now, it is no longer the time to live, if this continues, then the relationship between the two will really be forever.

"Yes." Michelangelo opened his mouth, and the gang let the cavity da. Finch was impressed, this guy was finally reliable for once! But soon, this idea became cannon fodder.

"I'm not hungry yet." I saw Michelangelo yawn, and his disgusted words were like those of Da, who lived with him. Finch is a fungus that haunts him to the end of the world.

In this way, it is natural to reach. Finch wasn't going to spare him.

No matter how gentle and obedient a humble gentleman is, he will go crazy because he meets Michelangelo, which is a way of survival that cannot be buried, and because of the "survival of the fittest", there is a great surplus of "Da. Vinci", this is again a truth that has been proven countless times.

Whether it is a materialist or an idealist, this simple and understandable truth is accepted by them hypocritically, for ...... Impeccable!

Reach. Finch let out a breath and felt much more comfortable before he spoke to Azario again, "Aso, she ......"

"Who is Aso?" Azario raised an eyebrow and struck a handsome pose against the frame of the missing door.

"Don't make a fuss! Who do you say could be? ”

"Don't call the eldest sister the head?" The corners of his mouth curled up, and his body leaned against the wall by the door fifty percent, fifty percent blocking the room behind him.

"I heard her cry." Although I don't understand the purpose of this man to turn the topic around like this, I don't have time to echo his nonsense at the moment.

Azario didn't speak, just stared at Da. Finch looked, his eyes pierced through the black air, and he could see it. Finch was getting more and more wrong.

"Go back." finally spoke, but it was an eviction order.

"Hey, the two of us didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and at the risk of being misunderstood by you, we came here just to say 'good afternoon' to the eldest sister...... But why are you so ruthless? ”

Reach. Finch twitched the corners of his mouth and rolled his head at Michelangelo, "I want to thank you, but you can shut up." ”

For their complaints, Azario was not affected in the slightest, and just snapped his fingers and solved a qiē.

Snapping his fingers fell, Bruce suddenly opened his mouth, and a rose-purple light flashed, and before he could react, a harmonica appeared. Finch and Michelangelo immediately understood what was going to happen.

"Count you ruthless." Michelangelo stomped her foot, turned around and prepared to go back to the bedroom. And Da. Vinci asked Azario a question.

"There's already someone around her, isn't she?"

****

Kanai traces shallow ice porcelain, Jiu Mo Chen, the end.

"Hey, Bruce...... Am I doing something wrong? ”

Slipping against the wall, Azario sat on the floor, his vision lost and he couldn't tell where he was going.

Bruce, who was pointed, didn't scream, just moved his body slightly, leaning on his master in the same way.

The previous picture turned into a mixed feeling in the heart, and at night I accidentally saw Aso, who was wandering alone, followed her to Van Gogh's room, and waited outside, but waited for her scream.

At that time, her pale face was so empty, there was no pain, no remorse, it seemed that there was nothing, but it was a tear at his heart, as if she wanted the whole world to disappear, or she wished that she would disappear from this world, from all of it.

Just like that, Aso ran out, but he couldn't catch up with him, because the other person had already chased him.

At this moment, what kind of feelings are flowing in your heart?

One day, I should know!

…………

It's called Aso's, my dream—a past of illogical memories and flowers that have never been seen before, secretly born behind the scenes, conspired with fate, and made after discussion.

It wasn't abrupt or uncomfortable, and I learned later that I had him and them by my side.

****

When I saw that painting, I thought the nightmare was coming again.

I thought I had successfully escaped the attack of fate, but I found that it was all an illusion of self-creation.

And as if they were laughing at me, I did it myself.

If I hadn't been brain-dead, sitting on a soft and comfortable warm bed in the middle of the night, and going out for a wandering around and running to an old man's bedroom with little intimacy, I wouldn't have seen that painting...... Isn't this self-inflicted?

Cowardly enough to scream, I used this as a life-saving channel, but I didn't want to wake up many people.

I felt myself being held in the arms of a strange and dry embrace, but with a strong smell that was familiar to me, and I remember Uncle Giant also having this smell, and they called it "the smell of wine".

"It's okay, it's okay." Tried to comfort, but it was clumsy.

It's Van Gogh...... I sobbed and collapsed in his arms, finally calming down, but I saw once again the golden yellow that gave me a feeling of hell through the gap between my arms and limbs, which made no sense but was natural, and I thought in my heart that the author of this painting was the culprit of hell, "Ah! I screamed, pushed the man who was holding me away, staggered to my feet, and ran out of the room.

Don't stay here, don't!

Help me! Help, who's going to save me......

I couldn't see anything, so I thought about escaping, escaping from a qiē.

Why? Why did I see it again, it reminded me that I killed my parents myself!

It's cruel, it's cruel!

Stumbling, I finally ran back to my room, and before I could close the door, I ran to the composite wardrobe that filled the walls, opened a cabinet door and ducked in.

Biting the back of his hand, he thought that only in this way would he not reveal his whereabouts, and he would not be discovered by the golden nightmare.

But soon, I was found.

"Aso." The anxious voice was lost and recovered, and in the dim blue light, a man stood in front of me.

I knew who it was, but I still held on to the back of my hand.

Van Gogh looked at me in a daze, tears ran down the corners of his eyes, across his nose, to the corners of his mouth, and to the back of his hand, the salty taste met the smell of rust, I knew that the back of my hand had been bitten by me, but the pain was not enough, I only knew that I could not overwhelm the other sorrows that would drown me without exertion.

Van Gogh closed his thin lips tightly, stretched out his hand and pulled hard, trying to separate my mouth and hands with the strength of a man, but he didn't expect to be invincible at all, because my nerves were almost crazy and uncontrollable, and in the face of such a person, it was futile to do anything.

Only......

Van Gogh knelt down in front of me, "Aso, that's enough." ”

I looked at him, and his pleading eyes fell into my eyes impartially, but I was powerless to do anything more, not because I was not affected by this shocking act, but because I had just decided to give up on myself.

He probably saw my strange immobility, so he got up and lifted my whole body out of the closet, and then put me on the bed, trying to lay me down, only to find that I was frozen in resin and turned into amber, biting my hand still curled up in the closet.

"I'm sorry."

The man next to me squatted down, looking at me intently as if he had left everything behind, I subconsciously looked at him, and his eyes in front of me were not pure, but I was the only one.

"I don't know, my paintings are so bad."

His head did not move, and his mouth did not let go.

"Aso, can I draw it for you again?"

I stared at him stunned, tears that seemed to have dried up, but just enough for me to see his face.

"I'll redraw until I draw something that doesn't make you scream, okay?"

The hollowed-out brain seems to have been recolored, and I seem to see the full garden of willow sleep and rain through the bright window.

In a trance, I let go of my mouth and raised my hand to touch the jaw of the man in front of me.

"I can't see your jaw...... "It's like a six-legged ......

"Well, because it's full of beards......" R1152