Ruzius closed his old notes. He had already shown the opposite side with Arecio today, so now he is in a calm mood when he sees the record of eating dog food. He was mad and rarely appeared in the notes. Ruzius looked at the few pages left in the notes. He seemed to have started from a certain period of time and did not record any more.
This is not a normal phenomenon. He studies and records Alessi, and it should be a lifetime unit.
He looked out the window, there was a light rain tonight, and the rose buds in the rain were shrunk under the shed he built, waiting to bloom. The lights on the first floor were still on, projecting from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, slanting and staining the rain screen. Arecio hadn't slept yet, probably playing with U.
He turned his pen and browsed many free plays written by people on the web. There are many plays that are very interesting. Even if they can't be performed in the square on the side of the conservation center, they will be played in celebrations held in various places. Brilliant. Everything is as it was 10,000 years ago, and the whole world seems to be rejoicing for this gradually approaching festival. Human beings are, light creatures are, and dark creatures are too.
As Arecio said, a dream world.
Even he, who is not romantic, thinks so, then that period of suffering is really over.
Probably because he was missed for a while, Aresio, the cat on the top floor of the cat climbing frame downstairs, sneezed at the star ring, and looked suspiciously at the stairs to make sure that the neuropathy did not go downstairs before he felt relieved. This ring looks simple, but it is actually very easy to disperse. Arecio has been bald for several nights, and now it is finally completed!
He took the gleaming ring in his hand and scrutinized it carefully. With a week to go before the carnival, he could round the gift a little more and give it to the lunatic.
He looked at his hand holding the ring, paused, and curled his fingertips slightly. The feeling of being clasped tightly still seemed to remain on his hand, and he also began to notice the increasing number of neuropathy touching him during this period of time.
But what if... it's just persistence
The three generations of princes, the vampires who lived at the top of the battle power pyramid no matter 10,000 years ago or 10,000 years later, raised their hands to cover their hot cheeks.
Even if you are persistent, you have to send it.
He thought this way a little pissed off, shook the star ring, and began to guess where the neurotic memory was now restored.
The years of the chapel meeting? Seems to be going a little further.
Was that... those years of carnival together? It seems to be going further.
Recently, the neuropathy's touch on his back has increased. Obviously, after seeing his wings on the northern front, he has not been so active... Thinking of this, Arecio suddenly sat up from the top of the cat climbing frame, almost touching his head.
He thought about it, it should be the time when he recovered to the time when he was injured, but still went to the chapel to meet the neuropathy? At that time, he was dissatisfied with Theo's decision to slaughter the village, and clearly recognized the gap between his and Theo's ideas. In addition, Theo had suppressed him lightly for a long time... For various reasons, he and Theo broke down, The two fought, and he was unfortunately defeated and fled with a wing torn off.
He had no doubt that Theo would have killed him if he hadn't escaped in time.
That's when he risked being found out and still went to see the lunatic. It's amazing to say that, with his poor memory, he can remember every bit of the neurotic's expression at the time. He felt that the neurotic was not happy at the time, sitting alone on the pews of the dilapidated church, only when he saw him. , the sky-colored eyes only added a little warmth.
The more I think about it, the more chaotic my heart becomes, and even the brain tonic neurosis has been interested in myself thousands of years ago. Arecio felt powerless with his own brain hole, he took a small ring and quietly slipped back to his room. When passing by the door of the neurosis room, he hid the ring behind him and knocked on the door of the other party, very righteous.
"Go to bed early, don't stay up late."
This is his fatherly love!
"… Um."
Arecio went to sleep confidently, he once again defeated the neurosis (in his mind) with a strong sense of existence with his unique thinking circuit, but he was not happy for a long time, and he slept in the middle of the night, and Arecio opened his eyes.
Mom, the neuropathy is really haunting, and it's really cute when he appears in his dream!
He scolded the insidiousness and cunning of the lunatic in his heart, hesitated, glanced at the star ring on the bedside, and finally closed his eyes quickly.
The best way to get revenge is to go back to that dream and squeeze the face that has become smaller and neurotic! Insane you wait, your father will be here soon!
After pinching his face all night, Arecio was refreshed the next morning, and staring at the neuropathy in his eyes was a bit strange. Of course, Luzius noticed his strange look, and he kept his face as he put the plate of fried eggs on the table, and asked unintentionally:
"What, had a good dream?"
Arecio poked the omelette and ate it, covered his mouth with the tip of his tongue scalded, but was still very happy.
"Well, a good dream."
"…?"
Rutius took his seat on the other side of the table and glanced at him.
"It turned out to be really a dream. I thought you were so happy after seeing the announcement made by Tong this morning."
Um? Hitomi made a new announcement
Arecio blew the fried egg and stuffed it into his mouth. He turned on the brain with the other hand, and Pupil's homepage really exploded. Pupil's new announcement was pushed to the top, as always, concise and comprehensive.
@ Hitomi: The tragedy "Girl and Death" will be released in the form of holographic projection on the day of the carnival, so stay tuned.
Arecio's eyes suddenly widened, God knows how much he likes this show! Ten thousand years ago, after he officially fought with the neuropathy, he never went to the theater again. Years of war have also brought many small troupes to the brink of collapse, and there are fewer and fewer opportunities to perform. In this way, Arecio hadn't watched this show for at least nearly ten years, and he thought he would never have the chance to see it again in the future.
Who knew Hitomi gave him such a big surprise!
He quickly retweeted and added a series of "Ahhhh", before he could read the comment section that was excited because of his rare excitement, his eyes were shining brightly and he looked up at the neuropathy.
"The day we..."
"The day we..."
He spoke at the same time as the lunatic, and the lunatic laughed, obviously, they thought of going together.
"you say."
"Let's go see it together that day!" Arecio clapped the table, he was so happy, "I don't know where the show will be performed, won't it be in the new building built on the square? I asked before. When I said it was going to be a free theater, is "The Girl and the Grim Reaper" going to be shown there as well?"
"There is a high probability." Ruzius also had a smile in his eyes, "There should be internal tickets, I will pay more attention."
Ow!
Arecio was so happy that he wanted to go round and round, and Ruzius had to press him to eat breakfast obediently. Arecio's excitement couldn't be vented, he lifted U from the ground and rolled it into a fluffy ball of hair.
U: ? ?
big brother? Big brother why slap me? Second brother slandered again
U, who was ripped off, humbly sent the two eldest brothers out, and humbly lay on the lowest floor of the cat climbing frame. He now feels that the relationship between the eldest brother and the second brother is getting better and better. He is so redundant, and the cat is crying. .
*****
The news that "The Girl and the Grim Reaper" is about to be released again made Arecio very happy. He also brought out a little emotion when he checked their schoolwork, and was much gentler when pointing out problems.
After the class, all three were very interested in this play that could affect Arecio's emotions, and they pestered Arecio with questions.
"What kind of drama is that?" I blinked, "Isn't it a tragedy? Even a tragedy is beautiful?"
"Of course!" Arecio nodded without hesitation, he didn't mind blowing the show to the sky.
"The entertainment of ten thousand years ago was not very developed. This drama has been a phenomenal work for hundreds of years, which is enough to show its strength. I have lived for so many years, and the best interpretation of this drama is the one. The Xinghui Opera Troupe, that troupe was active about two hundred years before the rain of fire."
Hearing him begin to talk about the past, I sat around him with Lucy and Helgodon.
Arecio recalled and said.
"Speaking of which, I have actually witnessed the birth of this tragedy. This drama actually has a prototype, which is the story of the princess and the dragon before." Speaking of which, Arecio's tone faded, "The Temple Cultural controls were very strict, and the market at that time was full of works that praised the light and had educational significance, and if this tragedy was to be performed successfully, the prototype story had to be hidden behind all kinds of obscure imagery.”
"The Girl and the Grim Reaper, as the name suggests, is a love affair that spans races and even life and death. The Grim Reaper was overwhelmed by the youthful power of a young girl and led her to roam the three worlds, witnessing many things together, but time is ruthless, mortals die, and young girls live long. Exhausted, lying in the arms of the god of death smiling and passing away. The god of death also abandoned the divine position that transcended life and death, and turned into an elder tree in front of the maiden's grave. Every time there was a light rain, white flowers bloomed, attracting nightingales to fly. This story is told by the nightingale sung."
He hummed a sad melody softly.
Nightingale's small key is soft, and through the misty rain curtain, it becomes more and more lonely and melancholy. In the drizzle, the nightingale stopped the bard who passed by the maiden's grave, and asked the poet to listen to its song, and then leave this sad love on the strings.
[Wandering far traveler, would you like to listen to my song and hear the story about the elder tree I am standing at the moment?]
[I am not an arrogant dictator, poet, you can judge for yourself.]
[If you feel bored, you can throw it away; if you feel moving, please leave it on the strings.]
"The general word is like this. I haven't memorized it deliberately. There may be some deviations." Arecio is not particularly sure. He is actually quite an amateur and an enthusiastic audience, but the three little ones are very supportive.
"Nice!" I praised it vigorously, Helgodon nodded, and Lucy nodded along, and even as the melody sang, a sad sweetness filled her heart.
"And after that?" she asked softly, "What did the nightingale sing?"
Arecio felt that his memory was being challenged, and suddenly someone next to him continued to hum.
[This tomb belongs to the innocent girl Marion, who always dances and smiles.]
[She can talk to birds and beasts, her eyes are brighter than the stars, and she makes people suspect that she has seen the incarnation of eternal youth.]
[All that is good belongs to God, the bishop said, and Marion should be the bride of the god of light.]
Arecio turned his head, the saint in the white cloak was walking towards him, and the melody hummed the next song accurately, every word was good. In this low humming, Arecio felt as if he had gone back in time. At the carnival, in the dark theater, he sat next to the saint, not fighting with each other, but only on the stage. Eternal sadness.
The actress on the stage was spinning, spinning, and the lights smudged her white dress into a dazzling cloud. Beside her was the death god with a blurred face in a black cloak. Then he got down on one knee and declared that he had become Marion's captive.
[There are people in this world who are so close to my lover.]
[My swan, my dream, my...]
[Fated.]
Arecio's heart moved, he raised his head suddenly, and found that the neuropathy was looking at him. He didn't know which lyrics echoed in his heart at this time. Arecio only knew that he was no stranger to the eyes of the neurotic at this time.
He had seen this look before, every carnival thousands of years ago, in the dark theater, when the lyrics sounded—
The hunter looked sideways at him.