From now on, this strange guest, or the "god" he thought would come every night.
On the second night, the guest still brought the clothes and books, but the difference is that he also wore a pair of contact lenses, or cosmetic contact lenses this time
He hesitantly opened the client's cosmetic contact lenses box with a smile and gave him a pair of silver-blue contact lenses.
"I was in a hurry last night. I forgot to bring this." The guest asked politely, "I haven't used this. Buy the safest one. Would you mind wearing it?"
He naturally doesn't mind.
After changing into the shabby orphanage clothes behind the curtain, and putting on the silver-blue contact lenses, he sat there and flipped through the book. Under the gaze of the guest, his scalp was hairy for a moment. Hemp.
The look in his eyes was different from last night, after he put on this contact lens.
The guest looked at him and became very focused, or to say... Nostalgia, as if he had been in this hazy silence countless times, guarding such a statue, can’t speak, can’t look at him, can only turn over The silver-blue glasses sculptures of books and reading have spent hundreds of millions of years quietly.
As if perceiving his tension, the guest chuckled and said, "Does my gaze make you uncomfortable?"
After hesitating for a while, he shook his head honestly: "No."
Although this guest saw him looking attentively, his eyes were different from those of those guests.
There is no desire in his eyes, but simply and calmly watching as if he was watching a character in a TV show, or an NPC in a game.
The guests looked at him and didn't regard him as a human being.
But he always felt that he looked much more like a person in the eyes of this guest than in the eyes of other guests.
After the two people stayed together in this silence for a while, he tentatively said: "Do you... like the kid I play?"
The guest pondered for a while, he seemed to be thinking about his problem, and then chuckled lightly: "I don't actually understand what you like."
"I'm just used to his company, even though he never responded to me."
"Is this child your heir?" He replied subconsciously, "Then if he wants to leave, you can completely prevent him from leaving."
Every man in this inner circle treats their children in this way, and they can arrange whatever they want with their children.
Business cards, successors, and jobs will all be arranged.
These children are just like him. As long as they are born in the family of the man in the inner wall, they can no longer leave the control of the inner wall and the Holy See. The trajectory of their life has been clearly planned from the moment of birth, and there is no deviation. possible.
Therefore, facing this situation, he was a little confused that a man who was powerful enough to clear the field from the surrounding men was actually hurting himself because his child was about to leave.
This is really weird.
"When He has no soul and is just a sculpture, I can really easily keep him by my side." The guest replied with a chuckle, "But after he has a soul, it won't work."
"He will fight endlessly for the things he yearns for, for the people he wants to protect, for the moment when he produces a soul, and resist my restraint and retention of him."
The guest looked at him with nostalgia and some kind of deep emotion that he couldn't understand: "He understands likes and has a soul."
"He is no longer my kind, and we can no longer sit under the stars and get along so quietly."
"You can take me into the sea." He said awkwardly, "You should be a god-like existence? Can't you keep this child in this way?"
The guest smiled and replied: "Even if you are a god, you can't leave a person with a soul."
He straightened his back slowly, he was confused, and filled with some kind of uncontrollable yearning, repeating the guest's words: "A person with a soul?"
Her words rang in her ears again: leave here, leave the city in the sky.
There is a broader stage waiting for you.
"Thank you for your company tonight." The guest got up, put on his cloak, and thanked him with a smile, "Do you have anything you want?"
His mind was in a mess, and he talked a lot casually, and all the guests accepted the order.
"You, can you take me away from this island tonight?" At the last request, he said with some caution, "just go to the sea like last night."
"Go to the sea..." the guest laughed, "If it's just an outlying island, do you like the sky?"
He was dumbfounded.
The guest stretched out his leather gloved hand and smiled softly: "I will take you to see the universe, where I was born, shall we go?"
His eyes lit up and he put his hand up without hesitation: "Go!"
That night, when the guests sent him back to the island, his mind was blank, and the vast silver and blue stars were still flowing. He fell into the thick blanket with a trance expression, and then suddenly couldn't control his excitement. He jumped up, frantically hummed and punched into the air, then fell backward, fell into the duvet and hugged the pillow to roll and kick back and forth.
Too beautiful.
It turns out that this world is so big.
As she said, it's so vast.
He slowly and cherishly took out the photo from the clothes of his heart, and very quickly covered a section of the dog man on the photo, looking only at the sunny her, and then slowly cherished her to his heart. , And then slowly curled up into a ball, shrunk into the duvet, fell asleep with a smile on his face.
The starry sky outside the island is brilliant.
The guests came almost every night during that time, he took him to see the most borderline scenery, and was responsive to all his requests.
Sitting on the ocean watching the mermaid swim by, watching the frozen ancient animals under the Antarctic ice, squeezing around on the passing trains.
Sometimes guests would jokingly say to him: "The passenger's mirror will explode one day."
He will ask suspiciously: "Why?"
Guests will laugh and say, "Because I find it interesting, I designed it to explode."
In short, it is this kind of words that he does not understand at all, but it does not prevent him from having a good time.
No one has ever played with him before, he seems to have got the friend she said.
But he knows that this guest will leave one day, but he doesn't know why, and he is unwilling to face the fact that this guest is leaving like an escape.
But one day, the guest mentioned it himself. He looked at him who was flipping the book and suddenly said, "I won't be here tomorrow night."
"Where do you want to go tonight?"
The guest spoke of this in such a relaxed tone, as if saying goodbye to an after-dinner TV show, as if he didn't know how cruel it was to him.
He flipped the book with a trembling hand, raised his head in disbelief, and then quickly calmed down. He asked, "Is it the only thing that will not come tomorrow?"
"No." The guest replied with a smile, "I won't come anymore."
He sat there for a long time, turned his face away, controlled his emotions, made himself look as cold as possible, and then as if thinking of something, he suddenly jumped up from the spot, ran hastily and said: "Wait Me!"
"Then wait for me first!"
His tears still fell. While wiping the tears indiscriminately, he dug out the gauze and the Salome from a cabinet he hid under the quilt bed.
There will be many people in this world who really watch dance appreciate your beauty and they exist, I have seen it.
He took a deep breath, changed into this gauze, and walked out with almost trembling shoulders.
"I can, can I do a dance for you?" he asked in a trembling voice.
The guest said gently: "Yes."
Under the candlelight, beside the flannel, he had danced this dance countless times. Through the dim candlelight and flannel, those people stared at him with the most hated and hateful eyes as if they had stared at her. .
But not this time, not from beginning to end this time.
The guest sat there quietly, did not jump halfway up, did not lie on the ground and stroked his feet, did not implicitly say some provocative sentences that he understands now but disgust.
After he finished the jump, he turned in a circle, with tearful purple eyes, his hands clasped the skirt tightly, and lightly asked the guest: "Does it look good?"
"Very beautiful." The guest replied with a smile, "Your soul is as beautiful as a dance."
He finally laughed, tears slipping from his face, he took two steps back with great restraint, raised the skirt and lowered his head slightly, and made the curtain call of her dance drama that he had watched thousands of times on the video tape:
"Thanks for watching."
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