sinovels Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Guan He started dreaming again.This is indeed a strange thing. Since he has memory, he has not remembered many dreams. I am afraid that the dreams he has had since he was a child are not as many as he has recently.
What's even more frightening is that the protagonist never changes in the repeated dreams.boy?juvenile?Or youth?He doesn't seem to have any accurate information other than gender.The other party was wearing a loose... a bit too loose hospital gown, which made him look thinner and smaller, and with a slightly immature face, he looked more like a child.
In fact, if an accurate positioning must be given, Guan He thinks that he is probably a young man who has just entered youth.But even teenagers don't read fairy tales every day.
That's right, he just knew what the other party was looking at every day.Because those fairy tales are written by him.
Guan He is a fairy tale writer.It's a pity that due to his appearance and personality, people always think that he is playing the role of a scientific research staff member. After knowing his real occupation, the eyes of "the ability to hide state secret codes using fairy tales is amazing" On the contrary, it became stronger.He is not a talkative person by nature, so he doesn't make more excuses.
I just don't understand that human beings know the height of every mountain and the source of every river, but no one can tell when the first flower blooms, and no one needs him to write a story for that flower.
This makes the young man who visits his dreams every day even more precious.
He didn't know where he came from, how he knew his own story—some of them had already been completed, most of them were just a frame outline, and even some small thoughts that he could no longer remember and passed by in a hurry.
However, the other party always smiled because of those stories, as if when the first flower bloomed on the green stems and leaves, the earth became colorful from then on.
Guan He looks forward to dreaming.He looked forward to watching the young man who was bothering him and didn't know it—maybe he wasn't human at all, but that didn't matter.He knew that the eyelashes of the young man were like a tired swallow, and the other party's smile was like the sun weaving a golden cloud on the treetop.
He also wanted to write a sad story with evil intentions, to see if the other party would cry - but as a result, as long as he thought of that figure, he could only write sticky sentences.
that's terrible.
Worst of all, the object he thought he could only observe silently suddenly met his eyes in a dream.
The eyes were glued, and the atmosphere was awkward.
Lu Chuan hugged the cat and came to the dream of a writer—he guessed it was this profession.This act, like breaking into a private house, made him terribly embarrassed.
Worst of all, he was found.The other party looked at him indifferently, obviously keeping awake in a dream that he shouldn't have.
The only thing Lu Chuan felt comforted by the wide-eyed and small-eyed eyes was that his own eyes should be bigger.
"...Hi...?" Lu Chuan spoke weakly, thought for a while, picked up the cat's paw, waved it, and said softly, "Screw."
The cat cub also spoke weakly: "...Dad..."
Lu Chuan: ... What the hell? ! ! ! !
Guan·looks very calm·actually very chaotic·shamefully feels a little cute·He: "...um."