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A dream in summer

hairpins, dew, and alien

By Golden MaplePublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 4 min read
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“Azure has four hairpins, what about you?”

Falak looked up from the laptop, turned around and asked Yuliett.

“I don’t have any hairpin~” Yuliett pouted, and suddenly laughed: “But I have four bottles of flower dew!” Falak curled his lips: “What’s terrific about flower dew? They cannot sing.” “But they make people dream.”

Yuliett smiled and took out a small bottle of pink flower dew, applied it on the eyelids of Falak.

Just as Falak was about to say something, drowsiness struck him that he couldn't open his eyes. In the dimness, he felt his body gradually float up, swimming in the clouds. Didn't know how long it took, Falak suddenly felt his eyes light up and his feet touched the ground. He opened his eyes, found that there was a field around him, a clear stream in front of me, a big white goose on the stream. The goose seemed to be shocked by the falling Falak, flapping its wings and quacking. "I'm sorry, goose, I didn't mean to scare you... Can you tell me where this is?" "Honk, there is a fairy island on the sea, the perennial grass is delicious, the fish and shrimp are produced in the water, and the lotus root is...I am catching fish, see you later~"

Falak had no idea, and he felt a little hungry. Although he remembered that he just had dinner, it was clear daylight. After looking around, he decided to walk along the stream so that he might be able to see people. The flowers on both sides of the strait were in full bloom. The sky above his head was blue, and some clouds drifted faintly. Falak asked loudly to the air, "Flowers, clouds, what is this place? Is there anyone nearby?" Clouds were silent as if they hadn't heard it. The blooming flowers were like being blown by the wind, they bend their waists, the petals shrink together and frown: "Don't bother me, I'm in bad temper now!" Falak sighed, and the question in his heart swelled into a big question mark which flew out of his heart, hung in the air like a balloon. Floated for a while, the question mark turned into a red dragon and flew away.

A slow rabbit poked its head from the root of the tree, collected some footprints of polar bears and quickly retracted. The air returned to silence.

Finally, a chipmunk popped out from somewhere: "This is a small island in Wenhai Ocean. If you walk a hundred steps along the stream, you will see a poetry society there." "Thank you!" Falak settled down and continued to walk forward. As he walked, a small house appeared in front of his eyes. Falak wondered if this was the poetry society they just mentioned. If anyone was there? Could he go in and ask about the situation? He opened the door with a squeak and found that the room was completely dark. A lazy voice in the corner said, "The switch is on your left." Falak turned on the light and found two identical windbreakers hanging on the wall, with the person who just spoke squatting in the middle, looking listless. “The sun outside is so good. Why are you squatting here?" "I'm willing, no business with you!" Falak touched his nose, turned unhappily and walked outside the door. "Turn off the light!" A voice came from behind. Falak ignored him and left the hut.

After another few steps, Falak was blocked by a long object. A closer look, it turned out to be a horizontal wood. "Hi, wood, why are you here?" "I am here waiting for someone to take me back and make me into a swing, dangling in the cozy little yard." "Why do you want to be made into a swing?" "Because I'm looking for fun." "For fun?" A bright light flashed in Falak's mind: "I seem to have seen fun before!" "Oh, maybe. This is a three-dimensional space." "Three-dimensional space?" There was another flash in Falak's mind. The storm was overwhelming, and lightning flashed and thundered. "I remember!" Falak shouted: "The direction of thunder, that is the way I came!" As the raindrops fell, Falak smiled and painted blue floral dew on his eyelids again. Falak opened his eyes and found a silver hairpin in the palm of his hand.

"Azure? Azure! Where are you?" The fragrance of Lily came from the air: "You, aren't you one of my aliens?"

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