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The two illusions of Siroly and Candle Lolitzer flashed.

Brother Song said, are you ready to experience the long loneliness? Then why is there a nice voice in their ears?

Is it lonely to have someone to chat with?

And...

The poem seems a little familiar.

But when she carefully responded to the fairy voices she remembered, she didn't find the right number one voice.

Is it the voice of a fairy in my memory that has changed somewhat as a result?

However, since it was Brother Song who sent them into the world, could the voices that emerged be part of the 'firm heart' process?

At least it shouldn't hurt her and the candle.

Thinking about it, Poetry calmed down and answered: "My name is Poetry… If a fairy can sense another person, it should be my sister-in-law's candle. ”

But her voice failed to reach the fairy.

“Not answering? Or can't you talk?” The crisp voice was confused.

Another moment later.

“Hey, is this a dream? Is that Mr. Song's dream skills?” That voice seemed to think of something.

Boss Song?] Poetry stunned.

In her memory, that's what Senpai Song would call it... Sister Onion, who is often strangled in the head?

This crisp voice, if you recognize it carefully, does sound a little like that of a scallion. But this crisp voice is more mature, like the difference between a maiden voice and a king's voice.

What happened to Sister Onion? The sound changes are very mature and tempting.

“Mr. Song, when will your dreaming skills fly with you? You're too biased, aren't you? You never took me flying with you... Careful I doubled the salary of my employees this month?” Sister Onion's voice said again, she seems to be talking to Senior Song?

Poetry confused the next four weeks, but did not hear Brother Song's voice.

Is Brother Song out there talking to Sister Onion?

“However, since it is Boss Song's fault, I will not break the causal link. Two little guys, you keep going... I'll fix you some eggs.” The onion woman's voice got lower and lower, and eventually disappeared.

[What a strange feeling.] Poetry is confusing.

It feels like the sound of a scallion, like it's coming from a distant other world, like it's going through time and space.

And... and the eggs?

After the mature seductive onion woman's voice disappeared, the whole 'leek drama' slowly unfolded.

This time, poetry and candles clearly felt themselves as an onion planted on the land.

[Is this what Sister Leek said about Leek Sheng?] A movement in poetry.

They can feel themselves as plants, rooted deep in the earth, unable to move, and swinging only with the wind.

At first, Candle Laurie felt fresh and interesting —— a very different experience from humans, and Candle Laurie didn't enjoy it.

But the sun sets, and the day passes.

A more fun experience, if it doesn't change, will become boring.

Candle Laurie quickly grew tired of this leek life experience.

But… this is just the beginning.

The leeks they fertilized swayed on the top of the mountain, alone, with no one to speak to and no one else to touch.

Day, sunset.

Day after day.

Candle Laurie has a bit of a breakdown... so boring, especially for her lively, moving doll, this boring leek life is a huge torture!

She already has some regrets about making the same choices as poetry. The character of poetry may adapt to leeks, but she doesn't fit!

In fact... even Siroly can't hold it.

How mature she is, she is just a child. At first, she was able to silently calculate the time and see how many days she had passed.

But after a few months, she was completely unable to calculate the time.

The spirit has been tortured to the brink.

[It turns out that poisonous chicken soup is a lie. What makes it a worry-free little grass, grown on the prairie, spreading with the wind... come and try it as a little grass?

Besides, has Brother Song experienced this experience before?

No wonder Brother Song's heart is so steady.

This inhuman life, such a clear experience, can carry to the end, can't Dao heart be unstable?

In the meantime, poetry and candles all think about breaking free and getting out of this boring world.

But… it cannot be done.

Song Shuhang also wanted to bend his back and commit suicide. But dreaming doesn't work like this.

A year later, two years later, 10 years later, 30 years later...

Poetry doesn't know how long it's going to be in this world. But there's something. After one of the most difficult times, you can start to adapt a little bit.

As a disciple of the Gate Pie, poetry has a very good foundation for cultivation. She adapted faster than Song Shuhang did back then.

Besides, she has a thought in her heart - Brother Song has persisted to the end, and she must persevere to the end!

After stabilizing the mood, the heart of poetry began to strengthen slowly as the spring onions grew.

By the candle, it is almost forgotten that she was once a human being, after all, her brief life has not yet been born... As an onion, she must be prepared to make onions, root down to suck nutrients, bud up, and work in the service of all humankind.

Poetry, I don't want to be human!

In contrast to stable poetry, the candle's mentality is somewhat similar to that of Song Shuhang last year.

Then, a hundred, two hundred, three hundred years...

The hearts of poems and candles have been polished and rounded.

While they were waiting for a longer spring, the onion suddenly burst out of the ground.

Bounced out?!

Poetry and candles moved to tears at this moment.

Though it was thought that with their present heart, the heavens could fall without panic, they could not bear the tears of liberation when the onions finally burst out of the earth.

The world is still so beautiful!

The illusion plot came to an end at the moment when the onion woman popped up.

The plot set by Steel Split, which is for two little guys to experience, 300 years of leeks. And then the next scene, it's not for the kids.

Poetry and candles are children.

Even after 300 years...

“Is it over?” The poem sighed heavily.

She feels her mind, she's not young anymore.

The same goes for Candle Laurie, who feels she can no longer be as childish as she was 300 years ago.

Poetry, I don't do leeks!

[After 300 years like this, Brother Song can still jump alive, there are no personality changes, the attitude can still be maintained as it was... is this a gift or is there any secret?] The poetry implies.

"Dream on" is already on the black screen.

Can we finally get out?

When poems and candles think that way, the world that is already black in front of them begins to light up again.

Still... still coming?