The train sped through the darkness. Everyone sat quietly, except me.

Piercing the clouds and painting the sea, one left and one right, sat side by side with me. After 16 years of lying there, I couldn't have the patience to sit upright in a transparent chair. One moment I was on my knees in the clouds, my face pressed against the transparent window, looking out, and the next I slipped out of my chair and lay on the floor of the carriage, marveling at how the rails had become two clusters of silver snakes, sliding into the thick darkness and splashing sparks.

The people who traveled with me seemed to have agreed, or closed their eyes to rest their minds, or smiled silently, or ignored it, or sat quietly and jumped off from my monkey, and did not stop it.

Through. The train kept going through and never stopped. You can't see anything outside the window. I'm finally tired. And, so hungry. Leaning on the shoulder of the cloud, I quieted down.

Don't you all have to eat?!

Where are you going? I looked up at the clouds, and he looked out the window and couldn't see his face. I raised my voice to him, "Brother, brother!" and he turned a deaf ear. In desperation, I reached out to pull his face, and my hand was grabbed, it was a painting of the sea. She grabbed my hand and shook her head slightly, lifting her chin to signal me to look out the window. Outside the window, there was a dark silence and nothing. But I immediately understood what the painting was going to show me.

Shadow. Shadows reflected in the car window. The black shadow folded his arms and rested on his laps, his upper body bowed, his head resting on his arms, as if he was extremely tired. Next to the dark shadow is the shadow of my probing brain and the reclining figure of the painted sea. I glanced at the piercing clouds beside me, who had leaned on my shoulders, and sat upright, never moving.

Who was the black shadow of the car window that was bent over? Where was the shadow of my brother sitting upright? I vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if someone was under my skin, inside my body, using a sharp object, lightly and densely, pricking, pricking, uncomfortable, excited, and afraid.

I broke away from Huahai's hand and shook Chuanyun, Huahai chuckled and said, "Brother Chuanyun's little soul brother is asleep." Don't wake him up, he's too tired. At the end, she added: "It's rare that he can sleep too." How many years haven't I slept ...... Watching over you all day and all night. ”

It was as if something had struck me in the nose suddenly, and the sourness went straight to the bottom of my eyes, and a layer of mist appeared in my eye sockets. Through the fog, I saw a smile on the corner of Huahai's mouth, and in the blink of an eye, the mist dissipated, and I could clearly see her face, and she was also looking at me, her eyes were clear and open. It was much later that I realized that it was a very decent beauty.

I turned my head to look at the clouds again, and at some point he had turned his face to me, looking at me without saying a word. I subconsciously looked at the shadow on the car window, and the tired and curled up black shadow was gone, only the back of the cloud.

Piercing the clouds looked at me calmly, his eyes wandering on my face. I greeted him, "Little Soul Brother...... What the hell is that...... Oh, I'm so hungry......", I was thinking nonsense, when suddenly my face changed, my shoulders tightened, and he grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me up to him.

I was startled, and reached out to push him, but before I could do anything, I saw him stumble for a moment, and then an arm held me tightly. The invisible hand! The invisible arm! Chuanyun was also stunned for a moment, I don't know who pushed him, because the painting sea is also a pestle on the ground, he was stunned and didn't move. I couldn't care so much, so I leaned close to my face and whispered, "What's going on? How did ......it become like this?"

"Fort Saint Star has arrived. Please get off the bus. Someone raised their voices to say hello. The transparent train stopped. A man next to me grabbed my arm and dug his fingernails into my flesh. She didn't look at me, her eyes looked out the car window, and she muttered to herself, "Saint Star Castle, finally this day has come." I'm coming. Her cheeks shone pink, fresh and full, and fragrant, like an apple from the Garden of Eden, without blemish.

If I had known that it was the last time in my life that I would have seen a scarlet on Huahai's face, I would have looked at it two more times and kept it in my mind. But I didn't, and I couldn't help but follow her gaze and look out the window of the car, the place they called "Saint Star Fort".