Chapter Eighty Six

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date="2021-02-12"

title="Chapter Eighty Six "

weight="125585"

series = ["The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin"]

mode = "manual"

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Ruzius closed his old notes. He has already shown the opposite side with Arecio today, so now he is calm when he reads the record of eating dog food. He rarely appeared in his notes when he was crazy. Ruzius looked at the few pages left in the notes. He seemed to have started from a certain period and never recorded it.

This is not a normal phenomenon. He studies and records Areci, which should be based on a lifetime.

He looked out the window, and there was a patter of rain tonight, and the rose buds in the rain steadily shrank under the shed he built, waiting to bloom. The lights on the first floor were still on, projected from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, slanted and stained with rain. Arecio was not asleep yet, probably playing with U.

He turned his pen, and browsed many free plays written by people on the web. Many of the scripts are quite interesting. Even if they can’t perform in the square on the side of the childcare center, they will be played in celebrations held everywhere. Splendid. Everything is as if it were thousands of years ago, and the whole world seems to be rejoicing for this approaching festival. Human beings are, Bright creatures are, and so are dark creatures.

As Arecio said, a dreamlike world.

Even he, who is not romantic, thinks that way, so that period of suffering is really over.

Probably because he was missed, Arecio, who was stuck on the star ring on the top floor of the cat climbing frame downstairs, sneezed and looked suspiciously at the top of the stairs to confirm that he had not gone downstairs. This ring looks simple, but it is actually very easy to disperse. Arecio has been bald for several nights, and now it is finally about to be completed!

He took the shining ring in his hand and examined it, carefully putting it away. There is still a week before the carnival, he can make this gift more rounded, and then give it to the neuropathy.

He looked at his hand holding the ring, paused, and his fingertips curled up slightly. The clasped touch seemed to remain in his hands, and he also began to notice the increased neuropathy touching him during this period of time. The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the neurosis was interesting to him.

But what if... just persistence?

The three generations of princes, the kinsmen who were at the top of the pyramid of combat power, both ten thousand years ago and ten thousand years later, raised their hands to cover their hot cheeks.

Even if it is attachment, it must be given away.

He thought a little bit angry, shook the ring of stars, and began to guess where the neurotic memory was now restored.

Was it the few years that the small church met? It seems that we have to advance a little bit.

Was that... the years when we spent the carnival together? It seems to be going further.

Recently, the touch of neurosis on his back has increased. After seeing his wings on the northern front, he hasn't been so active... Arecio thought of this, and suddenly sat up from the top of the cat climbing frame, almost touching his head.

He thought about it. It should be when he recovered from his injury, but still went to the chapel to meet with the neurosis, right? At that time, he was dissatisfied with Theo's decision to slaughter the village. He clearly realized the gap between his ideas and Theo. In addition, Theo had suppressed him if nothing happened for a long time... Various reasons overlapped and he and Theo fell apart , The two fought, unfortunately, he was defeated, was torn off a wing and escaped.

He didn't doubt that Theo would definitely kill him if he didn't escape in time.

At that time, he still went to see the neurosis at the risk of being discovered. It’s also amazing. With his poor memory, he can remember every expression of the neurosis at the time. He felt that the neurosis was not happy at the time. He sat alone on the bench of the old church, only when he saw him. , There was a little temperature in the sky-colored eyes.

The more I think about it, the more chaotic I get, and even the brain tonic neuropathy was interesting to myself thousands of years ago. Arecio felt weak for his own brain, and he slipped back to his room silently with the small ring. When passing by the door of the neurotic room, he hid the ring behind him and knocked on the other person's door, very confident.

"Go to bed early, don't stay up late."

This is his father's love!

"……Ok."

So Alessio went to sleep righteously. He once again defeated the very strong neuropathy (in his mind) with his unique thinking circuit. However, he was not happy for long and slept until midnight when Arecio opened his eyes.

Mom, the neurosis is really lingering, and it's so cute when he gets smaller and appears in his dreams!

He cursed insidiously insane and cunning in his heart, hesitated, glanced at the circle of stars on the bedside, and finally closed his eyes quickly.

The best way to get revenge is to go back to that dream and squeeze the diminished neuropathic face vigorously! You are crazy, wait, your father will be here soon!

After squeezing his face all night, Arecio was refreshed the next morning, and the look in his crazy eyes was a bit strange. Of course Ruzius was aware of his strange look, calmly, and while placing the fried egg dish on the table, he asked unintentionally:

"Why, had a good dream?"

Arecio poked the omelet and ate it, and covered his mouth after being scalded with the tip of his tongue, but still very happy.

"Well, good dream."

"...?"

Ruzius took a seat on the other side of the table and glanced at him.

"It turned out to be a dream. I thought you were so happy after seeing the announcement made by Hitomi this morning."

Ok? Hitomi made a new announcement?

Arecio blew the omelet and stuffed it into his mouth, and opened his brain with his other hand. The home page of the pupil was really exploded, and pupil's new announcement was topped to the top, as always, concise and concise.

@ Tong: The tragedy "Girl and the Reaper" will be screened in the form of holographic projection on the day of the carnival, so stay tuned.

Alessio's eyes widened suddenly, and God knows how much he likes the show! After he officially started fighting with the neurosis 10,000 years ago, he never went to the theater again. Years of war have also brought many small theater groups on the brink of collapse, and the chances of performing are becoming fewer and fewer. Calculating this way, Arecio has not watched this play for at least ten years, and he thought he would never have the opportunity to watch it again in the future.

Who knew Hitomi gave him such a big surprise!

He quickly reposted and added a series of "Ahhhhhh", before he could see the comment area that was excited by his rare excitement, his eyes shiningly raised his head to see the neurosis.

"Our day..."

"Our day..."

He spoke with the neuropathy at the same time, then the neuropathy smiled, obviously, they thought of going together.

"You said."

"Let’s go see it together that day!" Arecio clapped up on the table, he was so happy, "I don’t know where the performance will be. It will not be in the new building on the square? I asked before. At the time, it was said that it was intended to be a free theater, is "Girl and Reaper" also planned to be screened there?"

"The probability is." Ruzius also had a smile in his eyes, "There should be an internal vote. I will pay more attention."

Ouch!

Alessio was so happy that he wanted to go round and round, and Ruzius had to press him to eat breakfast. Arecio’s excitement could not be vented, he lifted U from the ground and turned it into a fluffy ball.

U:? ? ?

Brother? Why did the big brother yell at me? The second brother is slandering again?

U was humbled and sent the two elder brothers out, humblely lying on the shortest floor of the cat climbing frame. Now he feels that the relationship between the eldest brother and the second elder brother is getting better and better. He is so superfluous, and the cat cries. .

*****

The news that "Girls and Grim Reapers" is about to be released again made Arecio very happy. He also brought out his emotions a bit when he checked my schoolwork, and was much gentler when he pointed out problems.

After the class, all three of them were very interested in this drama that can affect Arecio's emotions, and pestered Arecio to ask questions.

"What kind of repertoire is that?" I blinked, "Isn't it a tragedy? Even tragedy is beautiful?"

"Of course!" Arecio nodded without hesitation, he didn't mind blowing that play to the sky.

"The entertainment of ten thousand years ago was not so developed. This drama was a phenomenal work for hundreds of years, which is enough to illustrate its strength. I have lived for so many years, and the best interpretation of this drama is Xinghui Theater, that troupe was probably active about 200 years before the onset of the fire and rain."

Listening to him starting to talk about the past, I, Lucy and Helgodon sat down around him.

Arecio recalled for a moment and said.

"Speaking of it, I can see the birth of this tragedy. This drama actually has a prototype, which is the story of the princess and the dragon before." At this point, Arecio's tone faded, "The Temple The cultural control was very strict. At that time, the market was full of works that eulogized the light and had enlightening significance. If this tragedy was to be performed smoothly, the prototype story had to be hidden behind various obscure images."

"The Girl and the God of Death", as the name suggests, is a love affair that crosses races and even life and death. Grim Reaper was overwhelmed by the power of a girl’s youth and took her to roam the three realms and witnessed many things together. However, the years are ruthless, mortals die, and girls live. Exhausted, lying in Death’s arms, smiling and passing away. Death also cast aside the position of transcendence of life and death, and turned into an elderberry in front of the girl’s grave. Whenever there is a light rain, it will bloom white flowers, attracting nightingales to fly. This story is from Nightingale Sung."

He hummed a sad melody softly.

Nightingale's minor tone is soft and soft, and she is more lonely and melancholy across the curtain of rain. In the drizzle, Nightingale stopped the bard who was passing by the girl's grave, asked the poet to listen to its song, and then left this sad love on the strings.

[Wandering far-flung, would you like to listen to my song, to hear the story about the elderberry standing now? 】

[I am not an arrogant dictator, poet, you can judge for yourself. 】

[If you feel bored, you can throw it away; if you feel moving, please leave it on the strings. 】

"The general word is like this. I haven't memorized it deliberately. There may be some deviation." Arecio is not particularly sure. He is actually quite an amateur and an enthusiastic audience, but the three little ones are very supportive.

"It sounds good!" I praised it vigorously, Helgodon nodded, and Lucy nodded, even following the melody, a sad sweetness filled her heart.

"After that?" she asked softly, "What did Nightingale sing?"

Arecio felt that his memory was being challenged, and suddenly someone next to him continued to hum.

[This tomb belongs to the innocent girl Marion, who always dances and smiles. 】

[She can talk to birds and beasts, her eyes are brighter than the stars, she makes people suspect that she has seen the incarnation of eternal youth. 】

[The good belongs to God, and the bishop said that Marion should be the bride of the God of Light. 】

Arecio turned his head, and the saint in the white cloak was walking towards him, humming the next song accurately, with a good word. In this low-pitched humming, Arecio felt as if he had gone back in time. At the carnival, in the dark theater, he and the saint sat next to each other, without a heart to fight each other, and his heart was only performed on stage Passionate love.

The actress on the stage was spinning, spinning, and the lights smudged her white dress into a cloud-like brilliance. Next to her is the bleak-looking Reaper with a black cloak. Reaper stretched out his hand to embrace the girl's waist and danced with the girl. Then he knelt on one knee and declared that he had become a prisoner of Marion.

[There are people in this world who are so close to my love. 】

[My swan, my dream, my...]

【Destined. 】

Arecio moved in his heart and suddenly raised his head to find that the neuropathy was looking at him. He didn't know which part of the lyrics echoed in his mind at this time of neurosis, Arecio only knew that he was no stranger to the look in his eyes at this time of neurosis.

He had seen this look, every carnival ten thousand years ago, in the dark theater, when this line of singing sounded--

The hunter stared sideways at him.