The night is getting deeper, and the sound of rain in my ears has become fainter at some point. The heavy rain has turned into a drizzle. The raindrops hit the branches and leaves above my head, spreading a clear and empty echo.
, as if it was actually an entire forest humming, rather than the sound of a single leaf.
The fire was still burning, but it was very weak and could only transmit limited light, which was even far inferior to the flickering candlelight in the black lantern. A figure quietly got up from among the sleeping companions, grabbed the lantern, looked back, and found that there was no
After alerting anyone, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed out of this simple temporary camp, arriving at the foot of an old and tall tree.
The thick and twisted aerial roots protruded several centimeters from the ground. They were covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, but they were all wet by the rain. The girl did not feel cold, so she stretched out her hand to wipe the roots, wiping away the traces of dirt, and then turned around
She sat down gently. Although she had been prepared, the chill that passed through her skirt at that moment still made her shiver.
The coldest experience in the world is not to get wet without shelter in a storm, nor to be naked in the ice and snow, but to hide in the warmest place and wrap yourself tightly with clothes, thinking that
This way you won't be afraid that when it's cold, a sudden force suddenly breaks through all your defenses and penetrates your neck, back and thighs. That moment of chill is enough to make you understand what it means to freeze to the bone.
Cool.
It took her many years to become familiar with this feeling, but she was only familiar with it, not used to it.
Put the lantern aside and let it burn quietly, and then looked up. The terrain here is higher, so through the sparse rain curtain, you can see the pale horizon, which is shining with cold light of azure and gray-black.
, conveying the signal that the dawn is coming.
Although I don’t know when it will come, it will come anyway. By then, these things that make me hate and fear will recede until the next night. She came back sixteen years ago.
In my life, I have been repeating this confrontation between black and white, light and dark. At that time, I felt very painful and irritated, but later I realized that it is actually the most precious thing in the world.
Everyone in the world is engaged in a similar confrontation. If you are the same, then it means that you are a member of the "mortal"; and if one day you fall into the eternal black or the monotonous white, you will realize it.
Until I have long lost the qualification to become a mortal.
She had lost it like this before, and now she finally found it again.
The air after a heavy rain is fresh, and even the soil is clinging to abundant water vapor. The weeds between the rocks are covered with crystal water droplets. The leaves that are moistened by the rain and appear green are swaying in the cold wind.
, some places that were originally lifeless have sprouted young sprouts... The big world surrounded the small figure. She was in it, looking at it all, feeling novel and precious, not even the shadow in the cracks and corners.
So scary.
Just when she was quietly rediscovering the feeling of living in this world, someone's footsteps suddenly came from behind her. Although it was very light, it was not concealed. Olvera subconsciously opened her eyes wide, looked back, and faced
A pair of silent eyes.
"What are you doing here?"
"I, um, I can't sleep..." Oveira replied nervously, shrinking her neck and avoiding her eyes, looking like she felt guilty for doing something wrong and being discovered by an adult.
If Alice saw her like this, she would be accused of bullying.
Ringer thought this for some reason, but quickly put this nonsense behind him and asked her: "Is it because you can't sleep? I think it's because you can't sleep?"
"Is this... what's the difference?" Olvera said that she couldn't understand such a complicated hint, and her eyes dodgeed even more obviously. She didn't dare to look at Lin Ge no matter what, but she often poked at the lantern next to her.
It seems that this lamp actually has magical power. As long as it is rubbed, the elves of flames will fly out and teach her how to deal with the current situation.
Ringer turned a blind eye to her small movements and said in the same tone as usual: "There is a big difference. One is the subjective reason, you have insomnia, so you can't sleep; the other is the objective reason, you can't sleep, so you can't sleep?"
Ovela opened her mouth when she heard this, as if she wanted to say something else, but was blocked by Lin Ge's calm tone: "Don't try to explain anything, it's not difficult to figure out the truth. You said before, your own
The curse has not been completely eliminated, so when you see darkness and shadows, you will still feel fear and fear, and in serious cases it may even be life-threatening. Then I thought about it, when is it easiest for people to see darkness? The answer is:
——"
He pointed to his eyes: "When you close your eyes."
"That is to say, in fact, you can't sleep at all, because as long as you close your eyes, you will be threatened by the curse. In the past, when you were the princess of Beiman, during the hundreds of years you were sealed in the castle...
You have never fallen asleep. That’s why you act so sleepy and sluggish when you see us - if it’s due to your personality, you are not like this in the game world.”
"..."
After analyzing it, Ovela was speechless, opened and closed her mouth a few times, and finally gave up her excuses and turned her head to the side silently. After a while, she heard her depressed voice: "Obviously it's so
Why can you talk about sad things so easily? And why do you say it when you know it in your heart?"
Every night since her birth, one year, ten years, a hundred years... every night since then, when everyone else is curled up in a warm bed and wandering in wonderful dreams, only the princess faces the cold and empty world alone.
Night. She has never known what it feels like to sleep, nor what the so-called dreaming experience is. Every time she hears other people complaining about sleep quality or nightmares, she will be very envious. Because, even if she sleeps
It doesn't matter if she doesn't sleep well, it doesn't matter if she has nightmares... She really wants to close her eyes and have a good sleep.
Talking about such a humble and insignificant dream will inevitably make people laugh, and it will also make people who care about her worry. In the past, Olvera didn't want her parents and teachers to worry about her; now, she doesn't want Alice and others to worry about her. So,
It has always been buried in the bottom of my heart, and I have not spoken out about the other torture of the curse on myself, but just endured it silently.
Who would have known that today, the first night after leaving the castle, the first night that I was reborn and worthy of joy, would be exposed mercilessly.
Has he never considered his own feelings?
The more the princess thought about it, the angrier she became. She simply hugged her legs with her hands, put her head on her knees, and never looked back at Ringer.
At this time, his calm voice came from behind again: "It doesn't matter."
"I know why you want to hide this, but it doesn't matter." He said: "Because I am different from Metien and others, I will not worry about you."
"..."
With her back to Ringer, Olvera's eyes opened wide in an instant, and the stars in her eyes swam back and forth due to excessive shock, looking like a chaotic star vortex: This guy knew how much he had just said.
One sentence!?
Still talking to girls!
She was so shocked that she forgot about sleeping, so that the sleepy look between her brows and eyes was gone, and she became much more energetic - to be precise, she was much more angry.
Ringer knew what she was thinking, but he didn't care because he also had his own reasons.
"Since you have decided to show off your strength, what reason do I have to worry about you?" The young man stretched out his hand, touched the leaf closest to his head, and gently stroked the traces of rainwater flowing between the forked leaf veins, speaking calmly.
: "The most vulnerable people can't even show off their strength. They will cry to their friends and relatives when they are slightly hurt. The fact that you still have the idea of showing off your strength shows that you are still strong. Such people don't need anyone to worry about." p>
"But," Oveira couldn't help but refute him, "If you are really strong, it wouldn't be called being brave, right?"
"Yes, so." Ringer gently used force to pull the leaf in his hand off the branch. The force of the rebound caused the branch to sway back and forth. The wet leaves on the branch shook off the remaining rain stains, as if to the young man.
Another drizzle started falling next to him, but he didn't care about the chill on his face and neck, and said softly: "You'd better become strong enough before they find out. This way, if one day you are exposed,
, you can also explain to them: This is a habit, I forgot about it."
"..." Olvera asked dully: "Is this also your feeling?"
"Maybe."
What might it mean?
It's such an ambiguous answer, exactly like this guy's character.
Although Olvera could understand what he said, she still felt angry and muttered in a low voice: "The goodwill with my companion Ringo has dropped significantly."
"What?" Ringer didn't hear clearly.
"No, it's nothing!"
It was obvious that she was speaking ill of herself, but Ringer didn't care, because such sneaky bad words were not even comparable to Alice - the golden-haired maid said bad things about Ringer in person, and she never changed her ways. The main reason was that she had a bad memory.
This time I admit my mistake verbally, and I will try my best next time.
The conversation between the two about "sleeping" and "showing off" seems to have ended here, and there is nothing else to say. Ringer let go of his hand without saying a word, his original intention was to let the picked leaves fall to the ground, but at this time he did not know what happened.
A gust of cold wind blew from somewhere, and the leaf flew away lightly, dancing in and out of the pattering rain like a graceful butterfly.
Where is it going to float?
Ringer looked at the whirling fallen leaves and was in a daze. Suddenly, a raindrop as big as a bean fell and hit the leaf, making a crackling sound. It knocked the fragile leaf out of the air and slowly fell to the earth. Then, more and bigger raindrops fell one after another, covering the hazy night in less than a blink of an eye.
The rain is getting heavier.
A sudden rain came, like a waterfall, and began to wash away the mountains and forests at night.