"Don't you like your name?" I asked tentatively. As soon as I finished asking, I regretted it a little, and what kind of answer could such a question elicit? If the other party has a hidden feeling, he will flicker and avoid the scar, and if there is no hidden secret, he will just talk casually, presumably he will not be very interested in my question, and he will not be interested in answering. But in this context, this question seems to be the most appropriate word.

"It's not that I don't like it. It's just that...... It's a long story. It turned its head a little deliberately and looked to the side. After a few seconds of pause, he suddenly changed his words as if he had found an opportunity to change the subject: "However, I like your name." ”

"My name? You know my name? Oh, yes, it's not strange that you know. Ha ha. I smiled helplessly. The cats of the wizarding world, knowing my name, what is there to be incredible? It's not just my name, it must know more, more about me.

It's like traveling hundreds of millions of light-years, and my heart is entangled. I was afraid of being understood, and I was afraid that once someone else knew everything about me, I would never continue to live like this without any secret reservations. Silently transparent in the bizarre world, hiding myself with the whitewash of nothingness, and then, with three thousand weak waters, only one scoop of drink, and withdrawing from the real world with only oneself, I have been guarding this obsession. When the moon is in the sky, the galaxy is rising, I am drunk and breezy, safe and sound, and it is also my own ideal country. It's just that the shape of this ideal country is too easy to turn into a dream.

"I love the name. Loris. It's so nice. If you have a beautiful name, you will have a beautiful cat life, or, life. Names are important. "Its emerald eyes were now filled with silver stars, looking at me reverently.

What a funny cat. What is the meaning of a name? Do different names really lead to different lives?

"You have a point, but the name is just a code name after all, it's just your idea, not you. I say this to it.

"No, it's not. Its face drooped suddenly, and the corners of its mouth twitched slightly. "If you have a nice name, there will be subtle ripples in your heart, and you will feel like that is a reflection of you, and then you have a wonderful self-identity. Whether it is born from the heart or the heart, it's hard to say. ”

I see. It has such a perception of the name, which is why it cares so much. But after all, the name is not made by yourself, it is difficult to match your heart, even if you have the ability to change your name later, everyone is used to it, even if you change it, you always feel that something is missing, where is weird. Traces are always difficult to dissolve. The existence that has already happened, the hidden eternity will make people feel terrified.

"Loris. It called my name with a smile. "I'll take you to Strawberry Paradise. Life should be easy and happy. If you feel heavy inside, you just don't put yourself in the right place. ”

"Okay. That...... How do you get there?" I replied.

"It's easy. As long as I have the key, and with the key in my hand, I can open the door to Strawberry Heaven now. Its claws grabbed forward from behind it, and in a magical motion, the key lay on its claws. It just takes a gesture of pulling something out, and it doesn't know where it came from. It's already here anyway, and that's enough. What already exists is justice. The key was pink and golden, crystal clear, beautiful and dreamy. Such a beautiful key must be able to open the door to a different world beyond my imagination, definitely. "Now, I'm going to turn it on, are you ready?" the cat asked me.

"Ah, wait, O'O. It's as simple as that, just open it. Are there any conditions?" I asked hurriedly. Isn't there a time like this when there should be a grueling task that requires me to explore? Sometimes human beings are so elusive, and people are always skeptical of the happiness that can be achieved without paying any price. Do people have a tendency to suffer?

Ao smiled and said, "Well, that's right, it's that simple. Let's go, then!" it waved the key in its hand, and all the magic star maps flew out, and a heart-shaped door with silver stars loomed. Is this the door? Ao raised his paw and fixed the key in front of the door, and the shape of the door became more and more stable. Finally, it slowly opened.

I followed Ao and walked through the door.

A small door.

Passing through it, it is a wonderland of dreams.

When I first saw it, I was stunned. It's not like I've never imagined such a beautiful image, but it's still more beautiful than I can imagine.

A huge pink castle stands there, with Gothic spires, fan-shaped dark window frames, carved carvings of entwined strawberry vines in the attic on each floor, and the castle reflected in the silver swan lake. The lake is an endless garden with a variety of tropical flowers blooming in the moist green grass. Swings of pure white barbed wire hang in the air, swaying.

I never imagined that such a beautiful scenery would one day really appear in front of my eyes, and it would appear so really. The more physical it is, the more illusory it is. In a sense, the unreal is a kind of reality.

I still can't believe it's real. At this time, my heart was churning, but my body was very stiff, and I didn't know where to go, so I could only keep it as it was, waiting for time to bring changes.

Ao turned back to me and said, "Come with me, let's go to the castle." I replied and silently followed behind Ao, continuing to look around as I went. It's picturesque, that's it.

The castle's mottled two gray stone doors rumbled open.

"Let's go, let's go in. ”

"Hmm. ”

I still followed behind Ao and walked into the castle step by step. As soon as you enter, you will find a huge hall. The blue-gray wooden floors are quaint and mysterious, the fire of the fireplace is sizzling, and the crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling. A long wooden dining table stretches from one end of the hall to the other, with candlesticks on the table, and two rows of black high chairs neatly arranged on either side of the long dining table. The walls are covered with all kinds of strange oil paintings. The air smelled of dampness mixed with the scent of wood.

The hall was empty except for me and O'O.

"Is there no one here?" I asked O'Or.