The colorfully painted door seems to be sprinkled with blue fluorescent powder among the twinkling ghost flowers, and it also looks like the entrance to a party that only fashionistas can attend at night.
When the door opens, the tree trunk is like a catwalk, with ghost flowers shining on both sides, full of artistic romance. At the end of the catwalk is an exquisite, clean dining table with the same exquisite silver tableware, as if all this is prepared for me. .
I became the only guest in this palace, this city of fine arts.
Under the white tablecloth is a small round table. There is a thin vase on the round table. In the vase is a ghost flower. A faint blue light covers the white tablecloth, dyeing the white tablecloth with an almost transparent blue light.
Beautiful music rang out in the quiet hall, and from the depths of darkness, a silver robot came forward. He was wearing a chef's hat on his head, which was very funny.
He came in front of me and bowed to me. When he stood up, he suddenly raised his hand and a plate of cake appeared in his hand.
I laughed: "Is this magic?"
He placed the cake in front of me, opened it with his right hand, and a knife and fork appeared, and opened his left hand, and a red wine glass appeared, just like magic.
But if you look closely, you can see that his body is very big, like a refrigerator.
He turned around and took out another piece of steak for me. The aroma was overwhelming.
He placed the steak in front of me and stretched out his right hand again, this time to pour black pepper sauce on my steak.
"Thank you." I said looking around, stood up and bowed to the surroundings, then sat down again and started eating. The steak tasted good, regardless of whether it was sixty years ago.
The robot started to raise its hand again. This time, another bottle of transparent wine appeared. When the bottle cap was removed, bubbles like champagne appeared. However, the moment the liquid came into contact with the air, it turned pink again. , very magical.
I took the red wine glass and smelled it. It smelled like peach. I took another sip and it was indeed as sweet as peach juice.
I was eating and drinking alone in this quiet palace. My hands slowly stopped, but my heart became lost and heavy. They entertained me, they welcomed me with romance, but none of them could have dinner with me...
One ghost after another emerged from all around at this moment. They looked at me quietly. A blue figure slowly fell from the sky opposite the dining table, and his hair like tentacles flew in the air.
He landed in front of me and looked at me quizzically with a crooked face.
"What's wrong with you?" the robot suddenly asked softly.
I smiled lightly and looked up at the Ghost Prince: "Thank you, you are so kind."
The Ghost Prince looked at me, opened his mouth, and seemed to hesitate to speak. His expression was very similar to the Ghost Queen's expression when she begged me to free them.
I wanted to ask if they wanted me to help them escape, but I couldn't ask because of this delicious meal.
They invited me to eat, drink, and played beautiful music for me, making the surroundings romantic and beautiful, but I asked them if they wanted to die
I can't bear to ruin the beauty now.
The ghost prince looked at the robot, and the robot stretched out its left hand. There was already an empty wine glass in its hand. The robot poured wine into the empty wine glass and put it in front of me, and looked at me with the ghost prince.
I smiled faintly, picked up the wine glass and collided with him. I drank the wine, and the robot poured the wine on the ghost prince's head. The wine passed through his body, and the pink wine suddenly dyed him. It became a pink-purple color.
I laughed out loud: "Hahaha, you turned purple."
The ghost prince also looked at himself and laughed. The ghosts around him seemed to have discovered something funny. Suddenly, the entire hall began to sprinkle yellow liquid, and everyone was dyed green in an instant.
The music suddenly became dynamic, and they jumped up and down in the yellow liquid, passing through each other, as if dancing.
They were so happy. They had a completely different mentality from the people in Crow Ruins when facing the end. Someone helped them find happiness from despair!
I looked at the ghost prince in front of me. He was also swaying happily in the yellow liquid, laughing happily.
My skin also began to turn yellow, and the yellow liquid, with a floral fragrance, shone brightly on my skin.
My head gradually became heavy. It was the delicious peach wine that made me feel a joyful mood that I had never experienced before. The wine made me feel happy, excited, and drowsy.
I lay down on the table to the music, with only their dangling figures in my blurred vision. It seems that I can no longer drink whatever others give me. Of course, I am joking. I believe in these ghosts more than I believe in people outside. , believe them more...
"Wake up..."
"Wake up..." A nice boy's voice rang in my ears. I slowly opened my eyes. In front of me was bright sunlight and a... bright smile.
My vision gradually became clearer. He slowly backed away and looked at me with a clear smile: "So you are a girl."
I saw him clearly, with his fair skin, the face of an oriental, delicate and pure boy, his soft lines, slightly shy eyes, his clear smile and his own artistic temperament.
His hair was braided into bunches with colorful hairbands. I reached out and picked up a bunch of braids hanging on his chest: "So that's it..." It turned out that his tentacle-like hair was because of his hairstyle.
He laughed: "Isn't my ghost look more scary?" he said jokingly. When he talked about the ghost's state, he still had a clear and clean smile on his face.
His cleanliness and purity are as clean as the clear sunshine and transparent water, which makes people unable to bear to blaspheme him.
I looked at him sadly, wondering what made him so optimistic.
He immediately frowned, worried: "What's wrong with you? Don't be sad, don't be sad, people always die, but we are still alive, and my art will continue. Art is our life, so we need your help!" "He grabbed my hands and looked at me eagerly.
He is wearing a short, colorful woven cloth that is very artistic and casual. The large round neck slightly exposes one of his shoulders. The short hem of the shirt exposes his navel as long as he lifts his hand. It is loose and fluttering. , gorgeous but not gorgeous.
He stepped aside in front of me, and I immediately saw the crowd of people standing behind him. Just like the Crow ruins, there were old people, children, men, and women. They were dressed in various colors, but they had one thing in common. They dress casually and follow me.
Some are rigorous, some are random, some are neat, and some are ragged.
Just standing there, they saw various artistic styles among humans.
Ancient, modern, postmodern, metal, abstract, all kinds of art styles.