Diary III
I dyed the apples red.
I dyed the butterfly black.
I dyed the sun golden.
I stained the glass windows.
You said you like these colors, so dazzling.
I turned into color.
I became a red apple. I became a black butterfly. I became golden sunshine.
I became everything you love.
I became you.
January 2242. heavy snow.
I sat in church and listened to the prayer of the priest.
The priest wears a cross necklace, and behind him is a large cross.
Stained glass windows are like kaleidoscopes, colorful and dazzling, the color you like.
I found that there are many, many crosses on it.
I walked towards the stained glass window and I saw you.
The glass window is broken.
Turned into countless butterflies, black butterflies.
Ye'er, you're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time.
We listened to the priest's prayer together.
You fell asleep.
A black butterfly flew in and stuck to the spider web.
After struggling for a while, he didn't move.
September 3, 2241.
We took a walk by the river. You see a large spider web with several butterflies stuck to it.
You wrecked the spider's masterpiece, released butterflies, and ran like a child through the pale pink reeds, like a fish swimming in a sea of reeds. Every now and then you turn your head to look at me, your eyes crooked with a smile.
When the sun sets, the cool wind takes away the bright sunshine, the whole world turns dark red, and the reeds like combs undulate around you. You are tired, I carry you and walk slowly among the reeds.
You hear crows and see a wild duck lying on the ground. Are you hurt
As soon as you poked it with a branch, you were startled.
It's dead.
rotted.
Endless maggots overflowed from its small body.
Even the wind has a rancid smell.
September 15, 2241.
A gust of wind blew through the alley, with the fragrance of fruit.
Red cherries, red strawberries, and red apples look so fresh and lovely, with a thin morning mist.
red roses.
Red ocean.
We are in the red ocean, I picked a red flower and gave it to you.
you laughed.
Remember when I first gave you flowers
It was a very ordinary little golden flower, and you smiled at that time too, so beautifully.
The wind blows your black hair, your white shirt flutters, your lips parted.
So beautiful, you say.
red rose
turned blue.
turned black.
Black ocean.
Why
You raised my head, you said, Feng Hua, look at me.
you are laughing.
you are crying.
do not Cry.
December 20, 2241.
Your lips are black roses.
Your lips are cold, you say: Feng Hua, don't be afraid, don't run away.
You become a black rose.
black roses. black butterfly.
I heard something shattering.
The glass slipped from my hand, fell to the ground, and shattered.
My hand touched the sharp glass.
Qin Xihe prepared medicines for you, you raised your head and drank them, saying, it's so bitter.
Qin Xihe left and told you to take your medicine on time.
You walked up to me and frowned: Are you bleeding
I said, it's okay, the wound has almost recovered, just wipe the blood off.
You lift my hand and put my fingers in your mouth, so warm, so moist.
I trace your lips with blood.
I pressed you to the couch and kissed your lips.
When you kiss, you always like to be half asleep and look at me.
I like your eyes.
Your lashes are not curled, but they are long and soft.
The little mole next to your right eye always tempts me to kiss it.
I love watching your pupils dilate and darken, and then reflect mine...
I can always see a lot of color in your eyes.
Black eyelashes, black pupils, black hair, black butterflies.
Red eyes, red apples, red roses, red flames, red blood.
Golden sunshine, golden sunflowers, golden notebooks.
Ah, the golden notebook.
That evening, you stood in the doorway with golden outlines.
In your hand you hold an old-fashioned gold notebook with intricate patterns.
You said you were going to keep a diary on it.
From before, a completely different diary, a happy diary.
Every night, you write and write in your study.
The windows of your study, like the windows of the church, are colored.
Intricate and wonderful patterns, symmetrical graphics, like patterns in a kaleidoscope.
But whether it is a stained glass window or a kaleidoscope, they all have the same shape.
That is, the cross.
I had a dream.
I dreamed of countless villains dancing on the cross. From December 20th, jumping for a full ten years.
But in the end, the cross fell to the ground and shattered.
The little man was also broken.
bang bang bang.
Clap clap clap.
clap clap.
bang bang bang.
Clap clap clap.
clap clap.
don't want! don't want!
stop!
what…
Ahh! !
The cross was split in two.
The whole world is torn in two.
I have a mirror in front of me and an endless tunnel in it.
It split into two pieces, split into four pieces, eight pieces, countless fragments. Countless mirrors.
I stand among countless mirrors.
I saw Qin Xihe in the mirror.
In the mirror, I saw the maid.
In the mirror, I saw the priest.
In the mirror, I saw our friends, our neighbors.
In the mirror, I saw red apples, black butterflies, golden sunlight, and golden notebooks.
I saw you.
- Feng Hua, Feng Hua, take a closer look, who are they? Who is he
…
In every mirror, it's me.
It's all me!
It's all me!
Everything is mine! !
You are me.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...
—End of "Door and Door" in "Monster"
The author has something to say:
I quite like this chapter, although it is really very short =. =
Couldn't help but post it first.
chimney