Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

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People should realize their own ordinaryness, their own weakness, their own horror, and their own crimes.

It's like, human beings always kneel in front of the gods, begging the gods to give him what he wants, and dreaming unrealistic dreams.When you find that you have achieved nothing, you will blame others, blame the sky, blame the injustice of fate, and ignore the gods.

The evil of human nature.

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The long mercury-colored hair hangs down like a waterfall, glowing with a faint light, the night is rich, and the ice-blue sky shines in through the window.The girl sitting on the sofa is like a frozen statue, her movements have not changed at all. She looks at the book in her hand, the black writing on it is so ordinary, but it shows such incredible power.

The scholar killed people with a pen, and there was no moment when she was so clearly aware of the power behind the words.

Crexbe just glanced at it, but she felt as if she had returned to her childhood. At that time, she was still very weak, so weak that she might be frozen to death by the heavy snow in Esarran at any time. The coldness not only It goes deep into the bone marrow, and it soaks into the soul, piercing the ice.Her eyes blinked, and her silver-white eyelashes seemed to be covered with frost and snow. The book in her hand really couldn't hold any expectations.It is not so much a story as it is a raving.

What kind of person would write such a text?Crashby thought of it this way, cold, ruthless, indifferent, cruel, in short, there are no good words to describe it.What is revealed in the text is the nature of human beings.So, is this what a man really looks like?The girl's fingers on the page trembled slightly, and the moonlight was pale.

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In an unknown village, isolated from the world, there was such a boy.

He is extremely ordinary, there is only a small village in the whole world.Ignorance and backwardness are undoubtedly synonymous with this village and the villagers in this village.And teenagers will not break away from these two words, they live in their own small circle, and no one can change them.

One day, the boy found a goat in a cave, a goat that was completely different from the goat he knew—the unique black goat.

He didn't know why the black goat appeared in the cave, and he didn't know why it was different from other goats. He only knew that as long as he told the black goat the most secret desire in his heart, it could come true.

At first he just wanted to be able to eat a full meal.When he returned to his dilapidated, so-called 'home', the neighbors asked him to have dinner with him, although the price was that he could help herd the sheep.This meal is a reward, but it is much better than the boy thought.In the past, he could only eat leftovers at most, and had no father or mother. He was very lucky to be able to live until now.

A few days later, he came to the cave where the black goat was, with a basket on his back, which contained fresh and juicy grass. According to his knowledge, goats like to eat grass.He intends to thank the Black Goat, whether or not the Black Goat has fulfilled his wish.Looking at the black goat grazing with its head down, he suddenly had an idea, wanted to try it, and made another wish.

It's just that although it succeeded this time, it also failed.why?The young man was puzzled, and after trying for a long time, he discovered that the enshrined items were related to wishes.After discovering this rule, a desire arose in the boy's heart, wanting more, wanting more.Money, jewels, power, whatever.

So, the story develops like this, just like other stories.

The boy enshrined the black goat as a god and turned the people in the village into believers.

The sect is getting bigger and bigger, the boy has become a youth, and he has also become the leader. Those big people who he never even thought about are crawling under his feet, ha, how interesting.He is obsessed with his position, obsessed with his own power.But this was brought to him by the black goat. Without the black goat, he would be nothing. He would still be that pathetic, driven clown.

The offerings of black goats have changed little by little from forage, fruit, and meat. Now the offerings on the table are gold, silver and jewelry.

Countless eye-catching treasures are not worth mentioning in the eyes of young people.He longs for something higher, something stronger.for example--

Be on par with a god, or become a god.

Decades have passed, and the black goat is still the same as it was at the beginning.The greedy desire will never be satisfied, but it will become more and more swollen because of feeding. As long as it is poked lightly, it will explode suddenly, and the blood and flesh will be splattered.

The power he wants, what needs to be enshrined?Gold and silk are touching, but the black goat will not be shaken by those gorgeous and cold things, it is no different from the most common goat, no, even ordinary goats have their own favorite forage.An idea came into the young man's mind, maybe he can give it a try, something with life?

Chickens, cattle and sheep, fresh flesh and blood, he really gained strength.

While he was ecstatic because of the power he got, he didn't realize that the black goat's hair was getting blacker and brighter, and its body was getting bigger and bigger, like a balloon that was inflated. Behind the looming.However, the young man didn't have the heart to think about these things for a long time, and he became more and more dissatisfied, until one day, he saw his hand, and the real, high-quality feed was by his side, wasn't it?

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Finally, even the pale moon disappeared in the sky, and everything became silent, as if there were ghosts floating in the wild, and the biting coldness went straight to the soul. Crexby always knew the complexity of human nature.They will show a friendly smile, but also show a hideous face.This is the complexity of human beings, she will not deny that the mercury eyes are always clear and bright, they will not be blinded by any illusions, the good and evil in everyone's heart are clear and chaotic, sometimes good prevails, and sometimes evil prevails upper hand.

Moreover, the most terrifying thing about human beings is assimilation.When a group of people agree with a certain statement, no matter how much they argue, this cognition will not be changed. They will either remain silent and follow the trend, or be torn apart by others.In an instant, black and white can be turned upside down.In this world, there will never be pure white and black, good and evil.

Crexbel thought that she probably knew the ending of this story, so she didn't need to read any further.Humans are indeed a terrible race.All creatures are fighting for survival, and human beings are no exception, but their means of struggle are far more hypocritical and cruel than other creatures.

Letting out a breath, she glanced at the bedroom that closed the door, which belonged to the husband.Still holding the man's first book in his hand, it's no wonder his attitude is always like fog, gentle and cold, like a split soul.

Although gentle, he speculates about the race called human beings with the most malicious attitude without any room, as if he hates this race or himself.Crexbe stood where she was, her mercury-colored long hair did not lose its luster due to the disappearance of the moonlight. Instead, it exuded a faint fluorescence in the dark. She was a snake shaped by ice and snow, and those ethereal and illusory fluorescence flowed in her blood. Glittering on the scales again.

Sir, you were human too, right?

Crexbel blinked, thinking of this, when she first met the man, the man was already what he is now, not like a human, but like a ghost.

The golden pupils are pure, but too pure, there is nothing inside.It's like the sun is just emitting light without any deeper meaning.Those pair of beautiful, majestic, brilliant, and dazzling golden pupils are priceless handicrafts and rare treasures, but they are also a proof of a man's lack of humanity.There is no one who seems to have everything in his eyes and nothing.

Step by step, she walked slowly back to her room, with the skirt hanging above her ankles, gently brushing the decorative tassels on the sofa.Crexbel closed the door, her back straightened, she leaned against the door, and looked out of the window. At some point, the dark clouds covering the moon were blown away, and the sky was full of stars twinkling.

For the first time, she wanted to do something, to do something for others.

The girl with mercury-colored long hair walked to the window and pushed it open. The wind blew in violently. She knelt down slowly. The deserted moonlight reminded her of her hometown. She also thought of the gentle golden pupil in a trance, and she knew something was wrong.Her husband, her sun, lost all emotions and desires, like a puppet manipulated by the sky.

Countless threads entwine him tightly, manipulated by a pair of invisible hands, and at the end of the threads is the boundless sky.

Lines appeared one after another in the silver-white pupils, extending from the ground to the sky.The world is a huge cocoon.

The girl clasped her hands together, lowered her head slightly, and closed her eyes. The stars seemed to be summoned, emitting a faint light, and the moonlight was as gentle as flowing water.Cold but gentle, this is heaven.The mercury-colored hair fluttered without wind, floating a little bit, as if immersed in water, but the hair was like a thread connecting the sky and the earth, the same color.

If, if one day Mr. can get back his emotions, or if he can meet someone who is willing to share his joys and sorrows with him, how good would it be?

so......

"I was really happy when I met you."

The Mercury Snake, who was wearing a maid outfit, showed a shallow, fake smile like a programmed machine, but it was easy for people to see her happiness.

The drug seller looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I don't know when, the wind and snow stopped, and the black-haired man stood in the ice and snow, as if waiting for something. In the deep night, the silver moonlight poured out like a river of stars, surrounding the man.

"That was the only time I saw the thread on Mr.'s body clearly." Crexbe also looked down, her voice was soft, "After that, I never saw it again. There is only one thread, which is always connected."

"Then, I'll take my leave first, sir still needs me." The maid bent down respectfully and walked towards the man with firm steps.

The drug seller saw the silver-haired maid put the cloak in her hand on her body, and then stood half a step away from the man.

No matter when, she will follow behind the man, whether it is a writer or a monarch, she will always be there.

[The world is a huge cocoon.

DieWelt, einriesiger Kokon.]

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The author has something to say:

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Finally, I got stuck on the last point, which is too uncomfortable. At this point, the Mercury Snake is over. After all, the story of Clay and Mr. is still going on www. I also imagined it before. Clay’s transformation is the opportunity to become the Mercury Snake , For example, a huge war broke out, the old professor she knew, the bakery lady downstairs, and those strange but interesting alchemists either died or participated in the war, but in the end, But the hand moved by itself, with this ending.Although they still have a lot of stories, but I think it can end here.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-08-1422 30:22:2020~08-2113-43:59:[-]~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!