Should we think about it every day or communicate with each other?

Maki didn't know either, but she became inexplicably happy just as the girl who painted her dream appeared in her dream.

The paper-carried lady in the dream is like usual.

It is cold and awe-inspiring, making people feel unattainable.

But when you muster up the courage to sit next to you, it seems like you can feel the temperature. After you muster up the courage to shorten the distance, you can feel the stick together.

Holding his hand.

happy.

Unfortunately, this paper lady seemed to be unable to speak and did not react.

Is it because my imagination is too poor?

At this time, you should mobilize your willpower, and then start to imagine the domineering young lady in the paper pushing herself against the wall, and then lifting her chin with one hand...

As he thought about it, Maki laughed dementally, and saliva stayed from his mouth.

Unfortunately, this situation did not happen.

Sometimes dreams are like this, right?

Even if I know this is a dream, many things are difficult to change, such as the passionate and passionate lady. Although it is a pity, she feels very satisfied just because of this.

"Miss Painted Girl wants to drink tea? Oh, it seems strange to drink tea in her dream... It's a pity that there are no books or other things here, so it's rare to come to my house, so why not go inside and take a look."

Maki said this alone, plucked up the courage and pulled the hand of the paper lady.

Then, Miss Huaizhi stood up and stood aside, as if waiting for her guide. Instead, Maki suddenly blushed.

I took the paper lady home...why? I was so excited.

Unfortunately, this place is no longer as warm as it used to be.

"Sorry, I don't know if there is a guest coming... Even if I dream, it's so messy, it's really enough."

After pushing open the wooden door, I saw dust covered with the floor.

"Sure enough, it's been a long time since my grandmother passed away, right? After my grandmother passed away, this place was abandoned. In the past, it was carefully treated."

"I still remember that in spring, flowers in the courtyard were inserted into bottles in the entrance hall every day."

Maki sighed.

Now, in the broken and pouring bottle in the entrance hall, only withered branches remain, and there is no longer the fragrance of the past.

There are still sun marks on the floor covered by furniture in the living room, but unfortunately there is nothing left... There is only a broken chair standing alone in the moonlight.

"Sure enough, stop watching."

Maki shook her head and turned around and said, "Let's go somewhere else."

“Isn’t this your home?”

For the first time she heard the paper lady in the dream make a sound. The figure passed by her side and walked into the living room, looking around, full of curiosity.

"Tell me," she said suddenly, "the story that happened here."

“…”

Maki stood there in a daze, and after a long silence, he nodded vigorously.

"This chair is my grandma's favorite chair during her lifetime. She likes to sit here and look outside the window. After seeing me, she waves to me."

"This gap is where I knocked my front teeth when I was a child."

"...Most of the time, my mother would sit here to do some handicrafts, and sometimes she would make a few dolls for me. My father came back very late every day, but sometimes when he fell asleep in a drowsy way, he would hear the sound of the door pushing in the entrance hall. Sometimes my father would ask Maki if he was asleep, and sometimes my mother would ask him to whisper a little..."

"There were originally photos of my grandmother when she was young, as well as grandfather, mother when she was a child. Later, I changed to my grandmother and I... I didn't have them later."

It's like showing your own treasure.

Maki walked in his dream, wiped away the dust bit by bit, and told the only visitor about the past.

Until the end, in the empty bedroom, she blew away the dust from the canvas and saw the past graffiti from the mottled and falling colors.

"Is this actually staying here?"

She held the picture frame, sighed softly, and then laughed softly: "It would be great if this wasn't a dream, I really want to take it back."

"Is it a very precious thing?" asked Miss Huaizhi.

"That's right."

The girl sighed with emotion and recognized the faded smear marks on it.

"This was drawn by my father... When I was ignorant, I often clamored to go to the big cities mentioned on the TV. In fact, I didn't even know what the big cities looked like. I only knew that the people there were wearing very beautiful skirts, many cute dolls and toys, and endless candy.

But what my father and mother said was different from what I thought. Later, my father drew a picture for me one day. But the drawing was so ugly that I couldn’t see anything at all. That’s it.”

She showed the picture frame in her hand, with only blurry color blocks left on it, making it difficult to tell the appearance of the past.

"This is the sun, this is a tall building, this should be a car, right? I forgot what this is, and it seems that my father has forgotten too."

Maki shook her head and murmured softly: "Mom told me that this is the case with Edo. At dusk, the white tall buildings are rendered in pink, and the glass will emit golden light.

There were so many people on the street that they couldn't count them, and cars were running wildly in groups, like they were losing their temper... I always thought they were lying to me, but after leaving Daoquan Township for the first time, I realized that it was exactly the same as what they said outside."

"Have Miss Paizhi been to other places? Other countries and borders?" She turned around and asked curiously: "A person as powerful as Miss Paizhi must have been to them, right?"

The paper lady just looked at the picture frame in her hand and did not answer.

It seems to be admitting it, but it seems to be not.

I don't know if I'm listening.

It is as difficult to reach in the fog and will never be clearly visible.

However, even if it is very cold, it still feels reassuring.

It’s like as long as this person is around you, you will never be afraid. When you hold your hand, you will feel very warm, as if you are shining by the sun.

But if that's the case, it doesn't feel enough.

Because she is lonely.

Maki raised his pupils and stopped talking.

Never before, I want to understand her more deeply. I want to stand next to her more intimately... I want to be like a paper lady!

At that moment, the girl finally plucked up the courage.

"Miss Painted, I..."

Then, I woke up from my dream.

It's broken in the cruelest place.

The girl opened her eyes from the bed and looked at the pale ceiling in shock.

My palm had stretched out at some point, as if I was going to touch something, but I didn't touch anything.

“Eh?”

She stood there in a daze.

.

.

And right under the Shimaru Pavilion.

At some point, the scale had exceeded the ground dozens of times, and it was so huge that it was like a giant square in the basement.

The branch of the things in Tongji's hand paused for a moment, looked away from the projection of the Book of Destiny, raised her head, and saw a small ray of light floating in front of her.

"Well? Is this... a believer?"

As if unbelievable, she was silent for a long time and suddenly burst into laughter.

Unexpectedly, in order to complete the substitute, after creating the reflection of Huaizhi Suzi, Shao Siming's divinity can sprout from the essence of the soul?

And this divine nature even pointed straight towards Dongjun, vaguely possessing the characteristics of Xihe? No matter how profound the foundation is, this is too confusing, right?

What is this? Surprise or shock?

It's really interesting.

"Huai Shi, we are indeed the most co-contractors in the world..."

She narrowed her eyes happily and hummed those vague and ancient tunes,

Behind her, the wedge of the gods like a scorching sun was quietly suspended, emitting a glimmer of light.

.

.

Huai Shi felt something was wrong as soon as she opened her eyes.

Of course, it wasn't when I came in that I saw Huaizhi Suzi hitting crows or something, but I felt that something had changed.
To be continued...