The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

[Really, how come you know one or two of them are so boring... Forget it, go ahead and harass that fried kitten.Xiaoan, if you want to keep sleeping, go to sleep.

[Xiao'an, Xiaoan, let me tell you...]

[Xiao'an, Xiaoan, don't sleep and listen to me...]

[Xiao An Xiao An...]

Then, very abruptly, for a while, that voice did not ring again.

That is different from the sound of the curse in the memory, after losing it... there will be an illusion of being too quiet around.

Then... it heard it, accompanied by the subtle voice transmitted by the spirit pulse.

[...Anyone is fine...Please help...Help me...]

[...I don’t want to fight...Anyone is good, even if I die...Help me...]

Someone is calling to himself.

If you give a response, you should be able to "born" out of the self that was given a form by the magic vortex a long time ago?

Want to see.

I want to see the "outside" world described by the voice that often rang around me.

I want to see the true shape of the voice that often rang around me.

I want to live in the same world as that sound.

And the things that were previously prayed for... can actually be done together?

In the unknown, dark underground, "it" waited quietly and repeatedly.

Waiting for the moment when the mother who is responded to by itself can be born.

"It" is waiting.

====================== I am the dividing line to switch back to reality =====================

"……by……"

After opening his eyes, it took a while to realize that he was in the living room provided by the church.

And the first sentence he opened was a curse on the content of the dream just now.

It’s enough to have a personality that can dismantle and complain anytime and anywhere. Why am I turning into a garbage recycling station here!

——I don’t want to show you this yet!

I've already seen you and said what's the use!Now winter has not passed, okay!

——I don’t know if my winter has passed... But are you sure you are not in spring now?

What... mean?

——I seem to have seen orchids full of mountains and valleys...

Uh?orchid?

——Orchid=Lancelot.

My club... How did you derive this equation?

——Yo, are you irritated or what's wrong?

Convex =.=|||

After finishing the totally unnutritious spit with someone, I rubbed my brows and got up.

Lancelot was not in the room or in the corridor, so after tidying up the instruments, I came out of the room, and outside was a cold marble corridor.

Walk out through the atrium corridor, push the door, and then enter the wide and solemn chapel. The towering floor-to-ceiling skylights are in front of the plaster crucifix. The light of the morning sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling skylights because of the stained glass windows. Rendering and filling the entire chapel with almost dreamy light.

Under the fascinating blurry light, Lancelot was kneeling under the crucifix, closing his eyes reverently, clasping his hands together in prayer.

"..."

Because of the sight in my eyes, my breath choked slightly.

The slight wind passed through the chapel, recalling the slight buzzing in the entire space, matching the scene in front of me.

For a moment, I felt like a lingering music sounded in my ears.

As if there is no end, the small pieces hovered up like that, wrapping Mian to the softest point in his heart.

From beginning to end, there are only two melody interlaced variations, occasionally it is difficult to connect, and even many messy decorations are inserted, but the two melody is broken and connected until the last note, which is like a circle.

That song is called "Canon".

Why did you think of this song?

I don't know the reason.

Just when I was in a daze, Lancelot had already drawn a cross on his chest, ended his morning prayer, stood up and turned to look at me, smiling: "Good morning."

"Well, good morning."

I nodded indiscriminately. I couldn't find any good topics for a while, so I could only follow what I saw just now and say, "Are you doing morning prayers? I don't know Lance you are a Christian ."

"Since everyone is already in the church, it is the best thing to do it once."

Lancelot looked down at his hands, "In fact, I can't be regarded as a very religious believer. I would believe in Christianity, but it was just to find a safe support for myself at the time."

"Reassured?"

I don't understand what he is referring to, but it is clear that Lancelot is not going to continue on this topic: "Don't talk about this, Amemiya, what are your plans next?"

"Wait."

I plugged my laptop into the power outlet in the corner, and I yawned.

"Wait?"

"Didn't you leave a copy of the document in my room yesterday? At this time, Wei Gong should also be up. No matter who it is, as long as you read the document, you will have your own ideas."

I started the computer, turned on the wireless network, and searched for related information online.

Although I can't see the TV, relevant information on the Internet is now flying all over the sky.