"Uh-huh-" The tip of the pen slid quickly across the paper, making a smooth and pleasant sound. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was dark outside, but the light inside the room was so bright that it was hard to believe there was only one candle here.

In fact, the light does not come from the candle, but from the pattern under the fluttering tip of the pen. The wings of the butterflies, which are more than half completed, shine with colorful light. As the tip of the pen moved, the pattern gradually became complete, the light became more and more intense, and the butterfly's wings seemed to flutter with it, as if it was about to jump off the paper at any moment.

The young man sat at the table, his expression was serious, except for his right hand holding the pen, his whole body was like a sculpture, and he did not move at all.

The light in his eyes may be the reflection of the light in his writing, or perhaps, it is some kind of fire in his heart, the light that shines through the window of his eyes.

If you look closely, you can see that the lines on the left side seem to be a pool of rippling blue water, while on the right side, although it has not yet been painted, it can already be seen that it is a raging flame. Corresponding to the pattern, the left side of the butterfly is a light shade dominated by blue, while the right side is a dark tone dominated by red.

With the operation of the pen in the young man's hand, the red light was no longer as dim as it had been, but like a rising flame, with a hint of bright yellow in the bright red, which was in contrast to the quiet blue light, but there was a faint meaning of blending.

The corners of the boy's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly, but he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest—at least that's what he thought himself.

Although the boy thought that he was fully absorbed and did not relax in the slightest, the patterns in his pen still changed.

The red light on the right side became more and more intense, overshadowing the blue light for a moment, and then it was out of control. The left half of the pattern seems to be greatly oppressed, the blue light is getting dimmer and dimmer, and even the lines that make up the pattern are gradually becoming transparent, as if they will disappear completely at any moment.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the young man's forehead, forcibly suppressing the trembling of his body as if he was about to start, and subconsciously clenched his teeth, but the movements of his hands did not seem to have changed, as smooth and skillful as before.

The light on the left was back on, and the pattern on the right was about to be completed, and at this moment, the whole room was filled with a soft but bright red light, and although the windows were closed, the air flowed in a strange way, forming a strange wind.

The breeze blew through his sweaty forehead, which made the boy feel pleasantly cool, and the last stroke was about to fall, as if he was relieved, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and his face showed a happy smile like relief-

"No!" the young man's face changed, and he exclaimed, and a second before the last stroke was completed, he jerked his hand to the side - it was not easy, his desperate expression, and the state of sweating profusely in an instant, all showed that he seemed to be fighting against some powerful force - from the "snort" of the paper that was cut by the tip of the pen, you could also see how much force the young man used.

The breeze that had been swirling like a whirlpool in the room suddenly lost its direction, and the air currents began to collide with each other chaotically, raging in the room-but there was nothing superfluous in the room except for the table and chair in the center and the boy, and it didn't cause much damage-Then, the air pressure in the room inexplicably increased and increased, and finally—

"Bang-" The air rushed open the window and found a breach, pouring out of it with a strange sound......

............ The room was silent again, but the light was not as warm and bright as it had been.

“...... ......" looked ahead, at the middle of the pitch-black hut, on the table, the ball of paper that had been lit at some point and the flames on it, staring at the dark yellow tip that jumped and jumped, and after a long time, the boy finally made a voice and chuckled strangely.

“...... Heh......" laughed again, the boy seemed to have turned on some kind of switch, suddenly covered his mouth, leaned back in the chair, leaned back, and laughed as if he couldn't stop laughing, "Hehehe...... Hey, hey, hey...... Hahahaha......"

"Boom-" The boy who had fallen to the ground stopped laughing, but stopped in a daze, staring blankly at the sky, for the ceiling had already had a few broken gaps.

The boy seemed to want to laugh again, but he could only squeeze out a somewhat strange expression.

“...... Again, failed...... This time, if you fail, you can't help it, right......" The voice of the voice was a little hoarse, which made the young man feel strange, and he almost felt that it was not his own voice.

Stunned, he saw the twinkling starlight through the gap, which suddenly made the boy feel amused.

Raise your hand, straight, to block out a few of the stars, and the other stars seem to shine brighter.

"Alas——?" The boy made a somewhat childish sound, and moved his arm to cover the other side, and then tried to block only a few stars, and split his fingers, leaking out between his fingers......

The young man seemed to devote all his thoughts to this matter, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, thinking of various ways to "play" with the stars.

"Hah!" a short laugh pulled him back to reality, and the smile froze on his face, and he was stunned again.

“...... Tomorrow, I'll be sixteen years old. After another long time, the boy let out a long sigh, and his outstretched arm retracted and rested on top of his face.

The back of the hand pressed against the eye felt the wetness.

"I was sweating so much just now, haha......" The boy laughed self-deprecatingly, assuming that it was sweat.

“...... If you can't help it, you can't help it. The boy stood up, patted his buttocks, his voice suddenly became very energetic again, glanced around the room, smiled and shook his head, "It's a mess, I can't stay like this." ”

So the boy began to tidy up his room, and in his busyness forgot about what was not going to go his way—it was impossible.

Because, after picking up the chair that had fallen to the ground and cleaning the ashes from the table, the boy found that there was nothing to clean up in this room.

"The accuracy of the symbol of water on the left side is too low, although it seems to gather enough water elements at first, but in the end, even the fire element is compatible with it—the capacity of the element on the right side is also a bit too high, so the impact of poor accuracy is so great—" The boy looked at the cloud of ashes, silently muttered a few words, and then shook his head.

"What are you doing, I, I don't need to summarize it afterwards now, because, in the future, I don't need to do this kind of thing again......" At first, it was still a self-deprecating and brisk tone, and at the end, the young man's voice was low again, "What am I still doing......

"Because I'm used to it, because I can only do this kind of thing, because—" The young man, who was chattering in distraction, suddenly woke up and slapped himself in the face.

"Huh. "Hard-squeezed out, emotionless laughter, brought out hard-squeezed, emotionless smile.

"Time—it seems like we could try again?" The boy was stunned for a moment looking at the clock that marked twenty-five minutes until tomorrow, subconsciously picked up the pen, pressed it the paper, and then—a feeling of vertigo that gave people a feeling of emptiness struck, and the boy shuddered, almost fell, held on to the edge of the table, and got up again.

The boy smiled dryly and shook his head again: "Ha, too, what am I thinking?" ”

Looking at the refreshing table, the refreshing chairs, and the refreshing room that was a little too much under the refreshing moonlight, the young man's heart inexplicably rose with a sense of irritability that he wanted to smash it all.

"Tsk......" The young man smacked his lips, stretched his waist, and forced a smile, "I don't feel sleepy, I don't seem to be able to sleep." Let's go out and take a walk. ”