It's a black-and-white space, like an old black-and-white TV set from the last century.

Dead silence is the main theme here, the eternal melody. Here, the sky is blurred, and the distance is blurred.

But there is also something clear and vivid here - a river, a dark river. It is said to be a river, but it does not look like an ordinary river. Black, the river is as black as ink, but it has a jade-like texture, flowing slowly. Incredibly clear, incredibly vivid.

It wasn't the first time Su Mo had come here. He knows everything here.

-- A person who has been entering this place in a dream since he was twelve years old when his parents died, and is naturally very familiar with this place.

At first, he was on the shore, looking at the river, at a loss. But the river is the only clear presence in this space, and it attracts him. So, Su Mo walked towards the river step by step

Six years have passed, Su Mo is already eighteen, and today is his birthday, baked himself a cake, inserted eighteen candles, lit them, and then blew them out. "Dad, Mom, I'm living well alone, don't worry."

A day passed, night fell, and Su Mo, who had fallen asleep, came to this black and white space without accident, stepped into the river, and went down the river. It's just that today, the space that is unchanged, only an inky river and an endless dead silence seems to have changed

The crisp sound of "ding" sounded.

There should be no sound in the dream, and the space has been silent for six years. But the sound sounded so suddenly, very crisp, like the rhythm of a new drop of rain falling from the sky in spring and dripping on a celadon bowl.

The sound came from the front, just downstream of the river, and it was constantly ringing. Su Mo, who had been walking in the river unhurriedly, instinctively looked for the sound and quickened his pace

"Ding!" After turning a small corner, there was no longer a river, but a lake. Like the river, it is as black and soft as ink. There is a lotus in the middle of the lake, which is unsurprisingly inky and has a sparkling surface. Just a single lotus, without stems and leaves. In fact, it was still a lotus bud, which had not bloomed when held together. It floats silently on the surface of the lake, well, levitating. From time to time, a drop resembling a raindrop fell from the top of the lotus, smashed on the tip, and then made a crisp "ding" sound, shattering into countless small dots of glitter and drifting away. It was quiet and beautiful.

The moment he saw the lotus, Su Mo couldn't take his eyes off it anymore, he looked at it in a daze, his body moved unconsciously, one or two steps of the lake didn't reach his knees, his thighs and finally froze in his lower abdomen. Stand in front of the lotus flower and watch quietly.

When I got closer, I realized that it was not raindrops that fell, but pure, light? Extremely rich, extremely restrained. Falling, smashing, clearing, scattering.

Su Mo felt that this lotus flower was alive, and he could hear its breathing and heartbeat. The flower was slowly spinning, beating, and resonating with his own heartbeat, once, twice

Cautiously stretched out his hand, touched the lotus petal, and "snapped" something broken. The lotus flower suddenly stopped spinning. Su Mo was startled, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock, worrying if he had done something wrong. Without allowing him to think about it much, the flower began to shine dazzling light again, and then began to beat violently, like a heartbeat, "Knock knock, knock" The next second, the white light flashed, everything stopped, the world fell silent, the ink-like river still flowed quietly, the lake surface was as smooth and translucent as a mirror, it seemed that everything had returned to the past, but there was one less person, a lotus. "The ceiling groove which I don't recognize, what about the ceiling!??" The immature voice sounded, startling away the wild birds

―――――――――――― the dividing line crossed by the teenager――――――――――― and finally in that space, the white light flashed, Su Mo lost consciousness, woke up from the dream, and when he opened his eyes in a daze, Su Mo suddenly felt that his whole person was not good, he fell asleep, had a dream, saw a lotus, and then opened his eyes to see the blue sky? Slept out in the house and into the wild? What the hell is going on!?

Silently got up from the ground, patted the mud, and looked around.

Sunflower? Su Mo was stunned.

One after another, boundless, like a golden ocean. The breeze blew like ripples on the surface of the sea, and golden waves swelled in this sea of flowers. The branches and leaves rub against each other, making a rustling sound, very slight, but continuous. Each round of golden flower discs is raised to the sun, as if looking from afar, as if worshipping.

"It's beautiful," Su Mo muttered to himself. This sea of sunflowers is full of life and vitality, and the beauty is shocking. This was something Su Mo had never seen in the previous eighteen years of his life, so beautiful that he temporarily forgot about the abnormalities that had happened to him.

"So, sunflowers are also called sunflowers?" After an unknown amount of time, Su Mo finally came back to his senses, sighed, and turned around to find the nearest person to ask where he was, however, when he took two steps, he felt a trace of disharmony. Turning again, he looked at the sunflower. "Sunflowers or something, when did they get so tall?" That's right, Su Mo suddenly found that when he stretched out his hand, he couldn't even touch the flower plate, this is not scientific, genetically modified? Cosmic sunflowers?

However, when he saw his outstretched hand, he suddenly froze.

"So small, so tender" was his first reaction.

"I'll go, whose hand is this!!" That was his second reaction.

Finally noticing his own anomaly, he trembled and looked down at his body, everything was different. A gorgeous emerald green gown, long satin-like inky hair scattered behind him, and a few strands hanging down the sides of his cheeks all the way to the ground, but it didn't matter (it really didn't matter?). The point is, "For Mao I became a child?" Small!! Child!! Child!! Because it's very important, I say it twice"Ah, so I said that I crossed over? Su Mo sighed a little self-defeatingly, "But where is this place?" The flower field of the sunflower is not going to Gensokyo. Oh, it's impossible to think about it, if it's really in Gensokyo, then a war scumbag like me will definitely kneel very miserably, but, fortunately, the little brother is still there, if it's a transformation crossing, it's really fun, although I'm Lily Control. ”

The "rustling" sunflower is still swaying in the wind, and the branches and leaves are shaking and rubbing to make a soft sound. Then, the sunflower bushes in front of Su Mo suddenly fell to both sides, forming a path, the road is for walking, so a person walked out of the road, green hair and red eyes, fair skin like crystal, tall and slender, wearing a white shirt, a red plaid vest and a long skirt, a golden bow tie on his chest, holding a delicate parasol, standing elegantly on the edge of the flower field, and his red eyes stared at Su Mo.

The wind seemed to become a little stronger, more than a dozen golden sun petals were rolled up, fluttering in the air, the elegant woman's short green hair and Su Mo's long ink-colored hair were blown and swayed together, and for Su Mo, all this seemed to be unconscious, the world seemed to be still, not only because of the woman's beauty, but also because of "The Lord of the Four Seasons of Flowers, the Tyrant of Flowers, Feng Yuxiang won the lottery, obviously I just said that the fun was dead." "There is no love in life.

This is the first encounter between the boy and the owner of the flower field, the beginning of a long story.