Book2:KigdomIteDreams
书迷正在阅读：云镜高玄 , 老婆真的好yin荡 , 暖色调 , 穿越史前：我在兽世开小卖部 , 蝴蝶与恶魔[校园] , 借阴骨 , 少女的深海饲养日常 , （穿书）ABO世界的“性”福Beta（h、np、简/繁） , 雨打芭蕉 , 《狈落之森》 , 今日纯情（完） , 时迁
sleeporain,butwhoknows...”Followingthecrowd,shewalkedoutofthestationandstoodonthepavementofbusyandnoisydowntownSanFrancisco.Shelookedupattheblueskies,pletelyataloss.Thehergazewaohersurroundingsandsawaflowerboothatastreeternotfaraway.AnAsiangirlwithlongshinybckhairsatinside.Hereyesweredazedandheavyasifbarelywakingup.Herrosycheekswereflushedwiththelusterofyouth.Whensheopenedherbeautiful,rgesntedeyes,shesawNataliestandingnearbyandsmiledather.NataliereizedherasLotus,ohetwenty-fourbeautiesinKingDimitri’sKingdomofDreams.Lotusalsorealizedthatthetall,slimyoungwomanwasNatalie.NataliewalkedtowardsLotus,whocameoutoftheflowerbooth.Theyhuggedeachotherhappily. “Let’sgo!”saidLotusawoofthemwalkedtacitlyhand-in-handintotheBARTstation,leavingtheflowerboothunatteheerofthebusystreet. Angelicafelsleepatherdeskwhilereadingthemanuscriptsofapoets.Shewokeup,stretchedandyawnedandgazeddisorientedlyatthegardenoutsidethewindow,whilehermindwasstillindreamnd.Shetriedtogatherherthoughtsandfindoutwhenherdreamstarted.Sheremembereditwasonastarstuddedsummernightwhentheroseswereinfullbloom.Shehadjustfinishedwritingapoemwhichshesideredthebestofallherworks.Shefeltthatlifeshouldendatitsmostbeautifulmoment,justasflowersshouldfadeattheheightofitsbloom.Takinga.22calibersilverpistol,shewalkedintothegarden.Justassheraisedittowardshertempleahomelessmansuddenlydashedintardenandstoppedherdangerousgame. “Ahyes,wasn’tthathomelessmanKingDimitriintheKingdomofDreams?Yes.Yes.ItwashifIusemyexperiehereandwritethemintoabook,Iamsureitwouldbeequaltotheoldepicsofyorethathasedowntousfromhundredsofyeasago.WhosaidIshoulddiebecauseIhavewrittenmymasterpiece?Iwastoonaiveandshallowtheookhersilverpistolfromthedrawerandthought,“Thisterriblethingalmosttookmylifeaway.Ishouldremainonthisearth.Ihadbetterburyit.”Puttingonherwalkingshoesandpullingherbountifulhairintoatightponytail,shetookherpistondwalkedintothegarden.Shedugadeephole,threwinthesilverpistondthencovereditwithsoil.Suddenly,aninspirationstruckher. “Everysedisabright,shinydiamond”.Thesimpletaskofdiggingaholeandburyingapisththerpoeticvisiohought, “Myforteisshort,impromptupoems.Isitwithinmypowertowritealong,grandandmagnifitepi?Ialktoelleaboutit.Shealwaysgivesmegoodandmeaningfudvice.Butelleisafigureinmydreams.WhereamItofihismundaneworld?Shetossedherheadasiftothrowoffallherworriesandwalkedtowardsthekeforherdailyjog.Shealwaysmadeuseofthattimetodeliberateoverherpoems. Ataquieterbytheke,therewasargerockwhichprotrudedouttowardsthewater.Awomandressedinwhite,withhergoldenhairblowinginthewind,satonit,herclearblueeyesgazingatthekewater.Herfeaturesweenotclearlydisable,butfrombehindshelookedlikeagoddessdeepinthought.Shewastingthefishswimmingbyherier. 21 “Ifeveryfishrepresentedoneday,howmanyfisheshadswumby?Ifeveryfishrepreseonedaybutoh,heavens,Iwouldhavewastedmywholelife!WhywasIbornintothisworld?TourposewasIborn?”murmuredthewoman,sighingtoherself.Justthen,atall,slenderwomanjoggedbybehindherandghercuriously.Shetinuedonherway,but