Chapter 68: Dreamland (1)

The cold winter under the warm day, the cold wind learns. A heavy snow just arrived on the ground. At this time, the ground was still covered with a thick layer. At a glance, the eyes were full of whiteness. And a curled-up figure in gray clothes is so prominent in this white dazzling world.
This is a small mountain bag, and the little boy sitting at the foot of the mountain opened his eyes. Stand up slowly. The weather was cold, but his clothes were very thin, with only a thin layer of gray coat. The clothes were not only messy, but also covered with all kinds of damage. But strangely, the little boy's look did not have a look of abnormality that was frozen, but was surprisingly bland, and his eyes were like two glittering ice crystals against the snow, releasing awake and indifferent. Light.
He took two steps forward, his feet sinking deep into the snow. He suddenly stopped again, bent down, and gently held the snow on the ground with his hand ... Looking at the snowflake in his hand, the indifferent face with almost no human expression floated a very light smile. . His smile is very good ... the indifferent boy, the snow-capped world, suddenly bursting into a smile ... This is a picture that is enough to make people tremble, but at this time nobody appreciates it.
He crouched down, put the snow on the ground, then picked up more snow, and then piled up to the same position ... The snow in front of him was getting higher and higher, until it reached the same height as his body. He used his hands to decorate the snowdrift in front of him little by little, with a quiet and focused expression, as if he had incorporated all his thoughts into it, and no foreign things could affect him anymore. Soon, the white snowdrift had turned into a human figure. The little boy chuckled again. He silently looked at the little snowman that he had piled up for a long time, and then carefully took out a small piece of cookies from his body, and gently pressed the palm into an even piece. Two halves, half, were put on Little Snowman.
He is only ten years old this year, an age that should have grown up carefree under the parents' covetousness. But ... at this age, who can imagine that he has been alone for many years, and that cookie is the only food he has today.
He is indifferent, he excludes all people, but deep down in his heart, how much he desires to have a friend or partner who makes him no longer lonely ... but he can't find anyone who can be his friend, Because he couldn't believe anyone, he was afraid, hated, and hated everything in this world ... Only the snowman in front of him could be his partner. It will accompany him, but it will never hurt him. Friends, we have something to eat together.
If the snow has faded here, then it will be a deserted deserted mountain, and very few people will usually come here. Every day he walks without a purpose. Where there are few people, he goes where he has no goals, no goals, and even no tomorrow, no reason to live. Just instinctively alive.
This is a very strange boy. The indifference of indifference that emanates from all over his body makes people hardly notice any of his popularity, even the little snowman just piled up in front of him is more real than him, and there is a presence sense.
The little boy bit a bit of the hardened cookie in his hand, and the movement seemed careful, as if he was afraid that he would finish it too soon. Except for the slight chewing sound and occasional wind, there are no other sounds in this world. When the breeze couldn't help but feel disappointed and wanted to stop dancing, a slight footsteps slammed away all the loneliness, adding a touch of life to this cold and moving snow scene.
The little boy stopped eating cookies, a pair of cold and vigilant eyes with too many ages completely hidden from him looked at the source of footsteps. The footsteps were very light and very anxious. It seemed that the owner of the footsteps couldn't wait to reach a certain place ... but the position of the footsteps was clearly where the boy was.
Far apart, the little man saw a figure that suddenly made him feel "intoxicated". Somehow, he hadn't had the feeling of saving for too long, and the heart that had been cold for a long time suddenly beating violently. His eyes and expression were frozen, staring blankly at the approaching shadow.
The shadow was getting closer, and finally, he could see her body and her face ... in an instant, the world lost its color, whether it was pure white in the sky, or the hazy blue sky and warmth. The light that still shines in day and day is all pale and colorless at the moment when the girl looks up ~ EbookFREE.me ~, leaving only her fascinating beauty.
This is a girl, a girl about the same age as a boy. At a glance, it can be seen that she is only about ten years old, and she should not have appeared in such a place as he was without a home or a goal. However, her age is so small, but she is so beautiful, a beauty that could not have appeared in a girl of this age, a language that cannot be described in words ... contradictory beauty!
The delicate features are like ice sculptures. Under the reflection of the setting sun, they shine a kind of crystal clear and holy beauty. The corner of the mouth smiles and contains an intoxicating contentment. The tranquility and tranquility are like the moonlight. The flamboyant hibiscus radiates a kind of fairy-like atmosphere, like a fairy in the mist. However, when her eyelashes trembled slowly and her eyes opened slowly, a pair of Qiu Shui Qiu Tong, which looked like a leech but was flashing with cold light, appeared in front of her eyes, and then broke the mist of all the holy fairy before, and turned into For the trembling ... cold! She is really cold, as inaccessible as a jade sculpture of ice and snow, especially those eyes are like rare black pearls, clear and transparent but deep enough that you can't see the edge. After staring for a long time, a kind of bone and blood will be frozen The strange feeling of the seal. However, she is really charming, a kind of holy and blasphemy, a mysterious and inscrutable charm, almost raising her eyes and lip, she can bloom infinite temptation, just like a fascinating night poppy, Even if they knew they might die, moths rushed forward.
Holy ... cold ... charm ... is this really what a ten-year-old girl can have? Can this really appear on a ten-year-old girl?
If she hasn't met her, everyone will say "impossible" without hesitation, but when she sees her, everyone will think of seeing a girl who can only exist in dreams.