The night at Qinhai is like an oil painting made up of countless black pearls. The sound of waves comes faintly from the distance. It sounds like someone is whimpering in a low voice, explaining an inexplicable pain.
The magnificent night, the rustling sound like a devil's whisper, and the fresh smell that lingers in the air. When these things are added together, a beautiful image instantly appears in Boom's mind.
Christine likes to listen to opera very much. It is a process of spiritual healing, allowing the audience's suppressed emotions and painful hearts to be vented and purified, becoming a ritual of subconscious release.
Through the plot of the opera, a situation that belongs to the common experience of the three people is created, which becomes an outlet for people's inner desires and resentments. The audience naturally enters the private realm completely and becomes emotionally involved with the characters in the drama created by the creator, triggering each other's emotional excitement and creating a joint atmosphere.
Perfect empathy can be achieved in the stage dream.
"I don't know where she is now. She is probably not in the mood to enjoy the opera anymore."
"If you are really a rational person, then take Rikka and escape from the Pava Federation as soon as possible. Whether Gloria and I can survive is the fate of both of us."
The black wings covered a large area of moonlight, but they could not hide Boom's haggard face. Whether he was practicing hard in despair or in a dream, Boom never lost his mind and never forgot that his companions were also in danger.
Among them.
Although the world is big, it is not necessary to make so many friends every day. It does not mean that the more friends we have, the more we will learn. There is also a danger that there will be more and more to deal with and more and more explanations.
More and more time is wasted.
It's like, whenever we feel that the taste of soup is too strong, we will add more water. And if life is compared to soup, then our friend is water. With more and more water, we will naturally become less and less tasteful.<
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We agreed to be forever, but somehow they broke up. In the end, after thinking about it, I couldn't figure out what was the reason that separated each other in the first place. Then, the other party suddenly realized that feelings are so fragile. They can withstand wind and rain, but
Can’t stand the ordinary...
The old nun whom Boom once relied on voluntarily gave up on him, euphemistically saying: Only girls will be left in the Royal City Monastery, while boys will have to learn to be independent as soon as possible.
Boom's former best friend wanted to see his former playmate again even if his soul was broken. Rebecca, the natural magic genius and the only saint of the nomadic tribe, also left for her dream. Looking around, Boom saw Rikka still busy.
After that, there is nothing left to support the spirit.
If you can't always accompany you, then it is really cruel to make someone who has been alone for a long time become emotionally dependent. Indifference is also an indulgent emotion. Indifference to yourself is like watching yourself deteriorate day by day.
, but deliberately sit idly by, there is a cruel pleasure in this.
The world is so cruel, what’s the use of encouragement. Let’s stop deceiving ourselves. No one in this world has the obligation to make us happy except ourselves.
Most stupid questions have a cruel answer. Although Boom is not a very smart person, he is not an idiot either. "I only have one family member, Rikka. Apart from that, everyone can be abandoned at any time."
Chess piece." Zeng Boom thought, smiled and bowed to Christine.
However, not since then, Boom has become more and more accustomed to Christine's teaching voice in his ears, accustomed to the other person's arrogant but plain character, and accustomed to the pair of bright red eyes like rubies. "Companion", although Boom has lived for more than twenty years, he really thinks about the true meaning of the word "companion" for the first time. Cracks appear in the original cognitive system, and new sprouts quickly emerge from the shadows.
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If we get something, but feel it is nothing more than that, then what we want is actually our desire; if we still can’t put it down after getting something, that is what we really want.
The cruelest thing to do to a child is to push him into a group of aristocratic children. A child who realizes poverty and feels pain due to vanity is a tragedy that adults cannot imagine.
There is a sadness that cannot be shed in the world. This kind of sadness cannot be explained to outsiders, because even if it is explained, others will not understand it. It will never change, like snowflakes on a windless night, quietly depositing in the bottom of the heart.
The black wings suddenly scattered into large spots of light, and Boom's eyes had already become cold and ruthless. He slowly raised his right hand, but the black wooden staff did not arrive as expected.
"Even you can't respond to me now. It seems that the situation is really extremely bad!"
"As a magister now, I can naturally use the power of life. Otherwise... when I wake up again, I can find an unlucky person to take my back. As long as I do that, my companions will get the news of my death, and naturally
I will never return to Jackdaw City again."
Boom looked at the crescent moon in the distance and murmured to himself, but in the end his hand dropped again, just because he thought of Gloria, that stupid girl who did not hesitate to return to the blood cocoon state.
This is indeed the case. The reason why Boom is still alive is not because of his firm will or how benevolent the Pava Federation is.
Half a piece of black bread every day, and even just some sewage. If he hadn't passively accepted nearly 80% of Gloria's life force, Boom would have rotted into a corpse long ago, and those who are in the dream now are probably those maggots. This is the problem that Boom is most troubled with now. On the one hand, he really wants to exchange the news of his death for his companions to give up returning to Jackdaw City. On the other hand, he does not want Gloria to pay in vain and disappear inexplicably like that.
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In the end, Boom decided to try harder, because he was still not sure whether Gloria was alive or dead. If he died before her, he would be very sorry for the heavy trust.
It's just that...Boom seems to enjoy it, it is a kind of extremely twisted pleasure, knowing that the enemy is too powerful to reach, but he still enjoys the fun of fighting, even if it is only for a few seconds.
All the scars on the surface of the body were broken, and the black wooden staff fell to the ground because both arms were broken. Rikka cried and was forcibly taken away from Jackdaw City by Christine. The long-broken cocoon shell exuded Gloria's aura.
These are the only endings that Boom can think of, but before that, he must not stop or give up on his own.
Not everyone in this world understands themselves. If we are misunderstood by those who don’t understand, we don’t need to argue, so we choose to remain silent; sometimes when we are misunderstood by the people we love most, we are so sad that we don’t want to argue, so we can only choose to remain silent.
There are often many speechless moments in life. Not all right and wrong can be distinguished, and not all entanglements can be sorted out. Sometimes silence is our best answer and interpretation.
It is the human heart that releases infinite light, and it is the human heart that creates boundless darkness. Light and darkness are intertwined and fighting. This is the world we are so attached to but so helpless.
Resistance is no longer just a means of killing, but also a source of happiness. Being infected by the opponent's enthusiasm can actually gain spiritual relief. This is the true meaning that Boom has only realized in recent years.
As he progressed step by step, and as his strength increased, Boom felt that fighting was far from killing, and more about bringing happiness to himself. It was the pleasure of extinguishing the fire of danger with one's own hands, and it was a gift to his companions. Our best gift.