The time soon came to the annual 30 polar nights.

After entering the polar night, there was no more light on the ice field, and the small tribe of less than 100 people, in front of each house, hung an everlasting lamp fueled by shark oil.

The streets leading to the lake are lit up by these oil lamps, and if a cold wind blows, these houses will look shadowy, and if they are seen by outsiders for the first time, they will inevitably feel a little frightened.

Fortunately, Horus was well-informed and not a timid person, so after entering the polar night, Horus liked to walk through the tribe more than usual.

Although every house was lit with lights, these faint lights were fading after all, and the tribe surrounded by mountains was like a pearl being swallowed up by a black mountain, and except for the main road of the tribe, the speckled lights in the rest of the place could not illuminate the entire street at all.

Horus, on the other hand, likes to navigate these dark alleys.

Occasionally, passers-by accidentally bumped into each other, and only when they apologized amicably, the people who bumped into them would find out that the other party was actually the foreign guest with inconvenient eyes.

Horus was not impressed, but somewhat satisfied with the status quo - after the polar night, everyone's vision was not as sharp as usual due to the influence of darkness, but for Horus, this dark environment did not show any difference.

When everyone is blinded by the darkness, the person who has been trapped in the darkness becomes more ordinary.

Because in the polar night, everyone's eyesight becomes insignificant.

What you can't see clearly, even if you light up a faint light, you can't see clearly.

So when it was time for the people in the tribe to sleep, Horus shuttled through their dreams and found that everyone's dreams had become brighter and brighter.

Dreams are like a projection of longing in reality, when there is no light in the daytime, then when sleeping, it is natural to yearn for the light of day.

But the dream of only one person is completely different from that of the tribe.

In a person's dream, it turned out to be dark.

It's even so dark that you can barely see your fingers.

After several days, Horus could no longer hold back and revealed himself in the man's dream.

In the tribe, a young girl who lived alone, during the rest time agreed by the big one, quietly fell asleep, and in her peaceful sleep, something seemed to surprise the girl, and she murmured a dream word: "Ahh

Morpheus in the dream couldn't help but laugh: "Big eyes, isn't it better than being blind?" ”

Wright suddenly frowned: "It's a little like you." ”

The girl and Morpheus stood next to each other, and the sky in the dream was dark, but in the icy lake, there were rippling waves.

Morpheus looked up, but unexpectedly, in Wright's dream, although the sky was dim, the moon in the night sky was round and large.

Only such a bright moonlight can reflect such a lake.

"What's so good about me, I can't see with my eyes, I don't want to return to my home, and I come to this bitter cold place alone, and I still feel that this place is easier and happier than home." Morpheus shook his head and said with a somewhat self-deprecating wry smile.

Wright seemed to have never seen such a sad expression on Morpheus's face, she remembered that her impression of Morpheus always revealed an aristocratic temperament, giving people a feeling of nobility and elegance, how could the man who was always polite to others, and even made people feel a little too polite, could become a little self-pitying at this moment?

"I'm dreaming, am I?" Wright asked him suddenly.

Mephistopheles was stunned, as if he had been in someone else's dream for so long that no one had ever realized that he was dreaming.

Seeing that Morpheus suddenly fell silent, Wright actually asked again, "You're not my Morpheus, are you?" ”

Morpheus was completely surprised at this moment, could it be that this girl actually realized her identity? Or do you feel something strange in your dream?

"How do you know you're dreaming?" Morpheus didn't answer her, but asked her rhetorically.

Wright's dream world suddenly warmed up, it was originally the world of the ice field, but Morpheus felt the wind blowing around him, and it turned out to be inexplicably hot.

"Because it's only in dreams that I'm so close to you." The girl next to her suddenly blushed and said a little shyly.

Mephistopheles thought of one thing - no wonder every time she entered Wright's dreams, she always saw "herself" appear next to her, it turned out that this girl did it on purpose...... In other words, isn't she the person of her dreams?

"You're not like my Morpheus......" Wright glanced at him with a red face, the man standing by the lake, his long figure reflected on the water, the moon in the sky, right next to him at the moment, the crescent moon with Morpheus's almost perfect body, people couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

After Wright glanced at Morpheus crampedly, he hurriedly lowered his head, only daring to look at the reflection in the lake, and noticed that Morpheus seemed to be waiting for his unfinished words, so Wright secretly mustered up his courage and whispered to Morpheus: "But no matter what kind of Morpheus, I like it very much...... Loved ......"

The cowardly voice, in the end, was simply inaudible, but these words still got into Morpheus's ears.

Ever before, though everyone around him has loved him as a prince or feared him as a king, no one has ever said such a word to Morpheus.

Like.

The love between people is the most ordinary and ordinary, but it is also the most precious emotion.

A positive affection that Morpheus never thought he would get.

If the soul has been lonely for a long time, it can't help but go deeper and deeper into the dark depths. This is the case with Morpheus, who likes to watch nightmares.

He hates those beautiful things, but because he feels that these beautiful things have never been related to him, and he may not get them in the future, because he knows that he can't get them, so he rejects them so much.

But after hearing such a sentence from Wright's mouth, Mephistopheles felt that his heart couldn't help but become much clearer.

"You...... Like me? Morpheus, who had never encountered such a situation, blushed for a moment, a little frightened, and a little unnaturally confirmed to Wright.

Wright's face was even more ruddy, and she was so shy and nervous that she couldn't even speak, and she could only nod vigorously at the moment.

Morpheus also became nervous: "That...... Then I'...... I probably ...... I guess I like you too. ”

This may be the most unromantic confession in the world, but after hearing it, Wright's eyes suddenly widened, relieved, but he looked at Morpheus with great joy and said, "Really! Would a noble person like you like a girl like me, who has no style, and who doesn't know etiquette and upbringing!? ”

What kind of style and etiquette, Morpheus couldn't help frowning and asked, "Is it in your heart that you are so unbearable?" ”

To Morpheus's surprise, is there anyone in the world who despises himself more than himself?

Wright hurriedly explained: "I didn't have parents for a long time, so naturally no one taught me that, but I didn't feel bad, I just knew very well what kind of person I was." I try to live, so everything is aimed at survival. But you're different, I can see that Morpheus is a man who pursues something higher, and I can't tell you what you're after, but I know that I'm not worthy of you. ”

Morpheus smiled dumbly, it turned out that she was such a high-end image in her heart?

"Don't you dislike me for being blind?" Morpheus' eyes widened, and he asked her curiously.

Wright shook his head vigorously: "You may not be able to see it with the naked eye, but your heart is purer and brighter than everyone else, although I don't understand anything, but I can still see it." ”

Morpheus wanted to say something, but this originally warm ice field dream suddenly plummeted, and the biting cold hit in an instant.

This coldness, even Morpheus couldn't help frowning.

And Wright's face turned pale in an instant.

Outside of the dream, in the real world, in a room of the Ice Plains Tribe, the old window was blown open by the cold wind outside.

The month of the 30 polar nights is the coldest part of the ice field.

Wright, who was still lingering in her own dreams, was completely frozen awake in an instant, and the thin quilt could not resist the cold wind at all, she sat up with sleepy eyes, and subconsciously reached out and touched her cheek, which was still warm because of the confession to him.

But when he sat up, his body was completely blown by the wind, and then Wright couldn't help but shiver.

She wrapped herself in the quilt and tried to close the window again, but as soon as she got out of bed, she watched the broken window be blown apart by a gust of wind.

It's miserable!

Wright's heart sank suddenly, the night was long, and there was even wind and snow outside the window, where to find materials that could repair the windows in this bad weather.

Just when Wright was at a loss, a small figure appeared outside the bare window, and the figure was walking towards him at an incredible speed, and in a trance, Wright even saw a pair of huge wings behind the figure.

Just when Wright thought she had encountered some strange beast, Morpheus suddenly appeared in front of her window.

His eyes were closed, his eyebrows were covered with ice slag, he reached out and touched Wright's window eaves, and then, after discerning the direction, turned his head and smiled at Wright: "Are you awake?" ”

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