Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

By the time the two returned to their resting place, the hands on the clock had already pointed to eleven o'clock.

However, the number of guests in the amusement park has no intention of decreasing at all, and there is even a slight tendency to increase.In this regard, Fumeng is not surprised, "Because many non-human working hours are at night." He lay on the bed and yawned, his golden pupils showed a crystal clear feeling, like amber , or some kind of inorganic crystals.

The lighting in the room was adjusted to a suitable level, and the dim yellow light was a little ambiguous and lazy.Fumeng turned over, looked at the ceiling, then slowly closed his eyes, and then, a burst of familiar darkness enveloped him completely.

......

"What are you looking at?" The voice didn't make the young man look up, he was still looking at the book in his hand, as if there was something fantastic and magnificent there, making people unable to concentrate on other things .

"Hey, I'm asking you."

That voice was still relentless, as if he wanted to get an accurate answer from the boy's mouth, but the boy's energy was completely concentrated on the book in his hand, completely ignoring the voice in his ear.The voice seemed to find that he couldn't talk to the boy for the time being, so he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and then began to talk to himself.It's like, after being locked up in a certain place for many years, a guy who has never communicated with others will start talking to himself no matter what.

"I don't know how you got here. But you don't seem to care too much. Is that book interesting? I think it's interesting too. After all, I have read every book here many times Yes. But I especially don’t like Puran Marsh and his deadly enemy. Their existence is simply the biggest insult to this place. Well, of course I have to admit that they are quite strong in academics, and they have indeed enriched that domain knowledge.

But, anyway..."

The voice paused for a moment, then continued.

"Although the scenery here is always amazing enough, even if it looks like this, I'm already tired of seeing this kind of scenery. I really want to see places other than here, and I can't remember what it looks like outside. .Stay here all the time, really, so boring."

Finally, the boy closed the book and raised his head. He still had an immature face. His black hair was half-length and slightly curly, and his black pupils were shining with luster. He looked like a thin and indifferent person.

"Who are you?" He hugged the book and looked out sideways. The beautiful fluorescent blue light cast a halo on his body.At this moment, the shadow fell, and above it was a huge whale.The whale passed slowly overhead, occasionally making an ethereal call or two.

He didn't look back until the whale finally left his sight. His pale face didn't know whether it should be said that he was moved by such a magical sight or felt isolated from the world.

Probably aware of the young man's mood, the voice was silent for a while, and then asked cautiously: "Are you in a bad mood? Don't you like these?" Then, the voice felt that it was simply asking a stupid question . "Yes, no matter what, I still feel lonely."

Yes, the boy held the book in his hand tightly, curled up his legs without saying a word, the glass behind him was cold, and his question became almost consistent with it.

Is he not human anymore?

"Are you lonely?" The voice sounded again, like some kind of small animal stretching out its hands and feet, cautiously probing.

The teenager blinked, "Well, who are you?" He asked the question again.A long time ago, he felt that the crowd was noisy, and he preferred a quiet place, but now, he felt that it was better to be more lively.Such contradictions are probably the so-called human beings.Perhaps in the near future, he will no longer be able to call himself a human being, and at no moment has he recognized himself more clearly than now.

really weird.

Really annoying.

The voice hesitated for a while before answering, "If you really want to say it, it's probably Sea God? Or you can think so." The space became quiet for a moment, and it didn't take long for the voice to continue asking: "What about you? Who are you?" The young man leaned against the glass window behind him, staring at the colorful water jade on the ground in front of him, like those incomparably beautiful stained glass windows in churches, depicting one religious story after another.

The young man thought for a moment before softly saying: "I don't know." He didn't know how he got here, why he was the only one here, and where this place was. There were too many things he didn't know.The cognition in the past seems to have lost the so-called meaning. No matter what, I live in pain, and I don’t even know if I can be called alive.However, it was because of such pain that he had the awareness of existence.

"No, no, no, I mean, your name." The young man was stunned by this sentence, he had almost forgotten his name.name. "You should have a name, right? Just like Puran Marsh, like every book here has its own author." The boy's lips murmured a few times, then he lowered his head and said sullenly: " Does it matter?"

Here, the name is actually a very unnecessary and meaningless thing.

At least, that's what I thought when I was a teenager.

"But, I can't call you hello." Said the voice, the voice that claimed to be Sea God.

The young man silently raised his hand and touched his neck, "Shiyu." He lowered his eyes, "My name is Shiyu from Mengsheng." The voice repeated the name Shiyu over and over again, as if he had obtained Dogs with new toys or new treasures are full of joy.

"Shiyu, what a good name. That's great, Xiaoyu." The young man was taken aback. He hadn't heard anyone call him by his name in a long time, as if the hole had finally been filled. The sea water glowed with ice blue and fluorescent blue light, and then, transparent water droplets dripped under those beautiful halos.

The book had already fallen to the ground, and the open side told the story of Noah's Ark.But he was not among the souls saved by Noah.

It wasn't until this moment that the boy realized that he was crying.Stretching out his hand to touch the coldness on his cheek, he blinked his black eyes blankly.It was as silent as the night, and the black slowly faded away in the water, revealing the clearness inside.

The teenager's fingers curled up, "Then what should I call you?" The voice probably didn't expect him to cry unconsciously, like a little guy who did something wrong, poking his head out secretly, "What should I call you?" It doesn't matter. Because I'm here."

It's been here all along.In this library, in this city, even, in this sea.

It is everywhere, but not in any one place.

What is it?Is it a god?Or, is it just a consciousness?

It can see the story of the book that fell from the boy's arms, and Noah's Ark is painted there. It knows this story, but it doesn't like that kind of story.It doesn't like any story with educational or religious meaning. It thinks that a story is just a story, and there is no need to convey a certain idea, and there is no need to promote a certain idea.

If it's a story it's just a story.

It hopes that some are the purest things, stories are just stories, and the sea is just the sea, just like Shigure is just Shiyu, and it is just it.

Thinking about it this way, it can probably be said so.It continued: "As long as you ask, I will always be here. I don't think it's okay to have no name, because I'm probably not a human or a creature, at least I think so."

Humans name animals because they need names to distinguish an individual from the herd, and humans are animals, and so are they.But it is what it is, and it's unique, so it doesn't need to be.

The young man half closed his eyes, "Then, is it true that you said you are the sea god?" The voice choked on his words, and then muttered, "Of course not, but I think it's easier to communicate with people this way But Xiaoyu, you are different from everyone else."

The black-haired boy bent down to pick up the book, and heard it say, "Have you met many people?" The voice said in a self-defeating manner: "Well, I admit, the people I have met and communicated with , only you, Xiaoyu." It may be that I haven't communicated with others for a long time, or it may be the first time I have communicated with others, and there is an unconcealable joy in that voice, "You know, Xiaoyu, although I have watched Tired of this place, but I still love it.”

It really likes here, always blue and clear.

Putting the book back on the shelf, the boy's fingers slid across a row of books, and finally fell slowly.

This space once again fell into the familiar quietness and silence. The ice blue water flows from top to bottom, but there is no sound, and everything is wrapped in silence.This kind of atmosphere is not a suffocating silence, but it is also unbearable for a long time. For others, it should be like this.

Shigu is a beautiful name, but it has a biting aura in its beauty.

I don't know how long it was silent, the boy stood in front of the bookshelf, and suddenly said.

"Can I go back?"

The sound was like a balloon hitting a soft wall, wandering back and forth, and finally sank gradually, falling into silence.

"I don't know. Maybe it's possible, maybe it's not possible." The voice said this, and it didn't choose comforting words, because it knew that if it couldn't recognize the reality earlier, it would collapse sooner or later, so it was very honest.

"What can I do if I go back? What if I can't go back?"

It is like a ghost, floating in this world, and the two chosen souls are alone with each other, but that's all.

"It's fine if you go back, and it doesn't matter if you don't." I don't know who is talking like this.

then.

wake up.

【Rain, never stop, let my love come to you.

Forever ni rain よ drop れ よ your side ni love を. 】(Note)

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