"No problem!" Lulu said dryly, drawing a horizontal scissorhands shape.

She ran and hopped into a music-themed dollhouse, took out an old-fashioned radio, and flicked the buttons with her fingers, and the melodious jazz music suddenly burst on. The undulating scales linger in the laughter and laughter of the party, blending in harmony without losing the taste.

Music, what is it? Since music can accompany food, can it spice up everything else? I pick up the dish, put it in the bowl, and watch the juice of the dish flow stickily in the bowl at a very slow pace, until it solidifies more and more, and finally sets shape in the bowl.

The crisp clashing of glasses, the grunt of sipping, and the clanging of chopsticks touching plates are intertwined in the conversation and laughter of the time of gathering. When I looked at them, I felt a warmth in my heart. Lulu and Carol's long hair floated in the wind, uneventful.

"Ah, so well fed. O'Ao fell on his back in the grass, slapping his belly with his paws. That's probably what it looks like to be satisfied. When the inner needs are satisfied, they will change from restlessness to peace and quiet, although soon new desires will arise, and even latent desires may have sprouted before the desires have been filled. But so what, it may be something different to constantly generate needs, to constantly cope with it, and to spend ordinary daily life in this quagmire of contradictions.

"Me too, these dishes are delicious. Schust gently picked up a piece of human napkin with a grapevine print, brushed the oil from the corner of his mouth, and said slowly.

"Haha, that's great. Lulu quickly stood up, stretched out her arms to the sky, and jumped to her feet. Her pink dress undulated and folded as she jumped, flowing into a sea of glitter.

Next, we come to the giant air playground and various dollhouses, soak in the colorful world of innocence, and enjoy endless happy hours. It would be nice if it went on like this. Why does time never stop its steps? Even if it is only for a second, time can stop and rest for a while, let stillness become absolute, the next second the existing beings will not be older than this second, happy things can continue forever, then all troubles will no longer be troubles. The so-called troubles are because of the nature of human beings, unable to achieve eternity, and they will be tormented by the anxiety of being powerless and backfiring.

As I was thinking this, the sky suddenly turned inky, and the blue sky was wrapped in an impermeable black cotton cloth, and thunder rumbled close.

It is a prelude to rain.

I have a strange sourness about this sign before the rain, and I always find it hideous and dangerous, and it is not friendly at all. Even if it is going to rain, why do you have to inform the world in this way? Why is there such a depressing prelude when it rains enough? Isn't it okay to inform people calmly of even unpleasant things?

It's going to rain, which means that the happy time is jerky and abruptly drawn, even if you want to continue, even if your heart is resistant, you have to compromise, and there is no other outlet than to accept.

"Oops, it's going to rain, retreat and go back to the castle to take shelter from the rain. O'Ao's tail stood up vigilantly, and the hairs on it exploded to the sides, stiff.

"No, I don't. Carol whispered, looking up at O'Or, and then lowering his head.

"Why?" O'Ao asked, uneasy, his paws gripped at the turf and seeped into the surface of the dirt.

"I ...... I can push the clouds out of the way and stop the rain. Carol whispered with a blushing face.