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From the moment he entered Pinocchio, dreams, animations, movies, and even legends passed down by word of mouth among children were all filled with the story of the Nameless Guest.
Thinking about it this way, Tongxie is a bit pitiful. His own believers don't believe in him, but they turn around and offer sacrifices to a dead god, and the words "open up" are written on his own territory.
But from this perspective, it can also be considered another kind of harmony.
"But there's no problem." Cheng Che squatted on Walter's shoulder, looking at the statue in front of him calmly, wondering if changing it to a crow statue would be disrespectful to Mikhail. "If I had been abandoned by my ideals and betrayed by my companions, I could write my last words all over Pinocchio."
Walter: ...
They say that ivory cannot come out of a dog's mouth, but now it seems that there is nothing good to say from a crow's mouth either.
Walter sighed softly and placed a bottle of Suleda on the edge of the flower bed next to the statue. Then he turned his head to look at the crow squatting on his shoulder and looking down at his bird claws.
The pitch-black feathers fit the curve of the body, the feathers are gathered along the curvature of the wings, the slender black claws step on the soft cloth, the beak is also tinged with black, and the feathers all over the body reflect a complex and strange light in the dim light, even with a hint of blue and purple. Only the pair of eyes reveal a light amber color.
But the luster of amber is too transparent and always changes with the surrounding environment. On the snowy field of Yalilo No. 6, it looks more like light gold, but in this dim light at this time, it looks like golden brown. The color of the pupil is darker, but always transparent and clear.
Walter raised his hand and touched Cheng Che's soft feathers, "Ji Zi went to confirm what Sunday said, I should go to see the legendary dream master, do you want to come with me?"
Cheng Che nodded, "Let's go. I want to see who this famous dream master is. He seems very powerful in other people's descriptions, but I don't know if he can stand up to what I say."
Curiosity rarely arises, so I really have to take a look.
Although he still felt that Sunday had to betray the Star Train and the company, and even more so the Dream Master, it did not stop him from seeing what good this Dream Master had.
Who doesn’t want to see a person who is extremely confident and thinks he is in control of everything, but is betrayed and killed by the bird he raised?
"Your idea is good, but... you must think twice before you speak." Walter sighed softly and touched Cheng Che's head with his fingertips. "I understand that you have always lived by the rules, and your rare impulsiveness and impulse can only be expressed in words, but what you say now is no longer a simple crow's mouth, so be careful."
Cheng Che nodded, "Okay."
When it comes down to it, it’s not that you can’t control your mouth, it’s that you don’t want to or are unwilling to control it.
Walter chuckled and looked up at the Sunday brothers and sisters who were walking towards him, “Have you finished your chat?”
Hearing this, Sunday nodded.
His curious eyes swept over a certain crow, and he finally couldn't help but raise his hand slightly before talking about business, "I am very curious about Mr. Cheng Che's identity, especially his species. Can Mr. Walter help me solve this puzzle?"
He had never seen a bird die from having its feathers plucked!
Hearing Sunday's question, Walter looked at Cheng Che.
The palm-sized crow does not seem to be an adult yet. Its furry body makes it look like a chick that has been dyed black shortly after hatching, but the feathers on its wings and tail have a bit of the smoothness and sharpness of crow feathers.
He thought for a moment and said, "Cheng Che is just an ordinary crow, though a little young."
Sunday:……
There are so many questions, I don’t know what to say right now, but…
Ordinary?
crow?
Young?
These words have nothing to do with Cheng Che except for his crow's mouth!
Sunday turned his head slightly to calm down, and reluctantly accepted this seemingly confusing answer, "You two want to see the dream master. Although Robin and I don't often meet him, it is a coincidence today. The Harmony Ceremony is about to be held, and I just happened to meet Mr. Gophermu."
At this point, Sunday raised his hand, his gesture elegant and calm, "Please."
Walter: ...
Why does he always feel that Sunday is going to be beaten up by him? !
Cheng Che squatted on Walter's shoulder and swore not to run naked in human form without a trash can.
His eyes swept across Sunday and finally landed on Robin's face. He asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? You don't look very happy?"
There was a slight wrinkle between his brows, and his eyes drooped in displeasure. The wings behind his head drooped, and the light in his pair of blue-green eyes was gone.
Hearing this, the robin looked up at Cheng Che with a curious look, then shook his head and said in a low voice, "I just... just walked around and felt that everyone didn't seem to be happy in their dreams."
Cheng Che: ...
Oh, the philosophy of life.
Forget it. At times like this, you either need a listener, like Himeko, or a leader, like Latio.
Latio probably wouldn't try to comfort me, he would just say coldly, 'Do you still have time to think about this?'
Cheng Che withdrew his gaze and thought about the content of the conversation he had just had with Sha Jin.
After everything about Pinoconi was over, Gold Dust realized his role, so he sought cooperation with the Rememberer Black Swan from Liuguang Memory Court. Through the Rememberer's control over memory quality, Gold Dust himself was sent into the memory space.
The gold dust chatted with himself across time and space and instructed his behavior, but... it should be for some purpose, which might have nothing to do with the company.
Moreover… the sounds he heard while communicating with the gold dust were always lazy, like the sounds made by someone lying down or leaning against something. That…
Sha Jin should be recuperating from his injuries. If he were on vacation, he might go out for a stroll, play games, or spend a lot of money at the gambling table, instead of being forced to lie in bed.
But where does the hurt come from?
A knife from Huang Quan?
But the memory has been changed, the past has also been changed, has the ending changed or not?
Cheng Che thought about it, his claws scratching the fabric on Walter's shoulders unconsciously.
It seems that there is someone named Sakin who pushes information into memory, and there is also...Hanabi?
Cheng Che shook his head and when he looked up he met a pair of light golden eyes.
Sunday stood in front of Walter, squinting his eyes slightly at a certain crow, “Do you… need a small cage?”
Lock it up!
Chapter 750: There are so many people having fun.
"Are you... lacking a small cage?"
The chicken-winged boy, who was full of elegance, stood in front of him and asked very seriously, even stretching out his hand to gesture, "It's a cage this big that can be carried in your hand, filled with food and water, and it can even be made of red gold and decorated with gems."
Cheng Che wanted to rush over and stomp on Sunday's head, but he held back, "I don't need it, but if you want to live in a cage, I can pick one up for you."
Crow, birdcage!
Who has a birdcage for a crow?
How disrespectful to birds!
There was even a hint of regret in Zhou Ri's eyes. He glanced at Cheng Che with regret, then retracted his gaze and led Walter towards the place where he had agreed to meet the Dream Master. "The red-gold color should look good with your feathers."
One is mottled black with blue-purple glow to the naked eye, while the other is pure gold. How beautiful!
Things like shackles are simple in their usage, and gorgeous in their fun.
"It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, the important thing is that I don't need it." Cheng Che was too lazy to move a step, reluctantly using Walter as a means of transportation to slowly move forward, trying to look at Pinocchio from a bird's perspective, "I don't like bird cages."
"Really?" Sunday nodded thoughtfully, "Then what do birds require from cages?"
"Don't you know? A little bird that wants to keep a bird?" Cheng Che asked back, then sighed, "I already have a birdcage, so you don't have to think about trapping me with anything."
As he spoke, Cheng Che flapped his wings.
Maybe I haven't encountered those crazy immortal species recently, and no one even plucks my feathers. I feel quite uncomfortable.
"What is a cage?" Sunday walked beside Walter, ignoring the robin following him and Walter who was listening quietly beside him, and asked himself, "Is it a small and exquisite prison made of expensive metal, which traps freedom. A bird that spreads its wings has half of its feathers cut off, and can no longer take a step?"
Cheng Che turned around and looked at Zhou Ri blankly, "My friend, you are obsessed."
Are you being too picky?
So philosophical all of a sudden?
Hearing this, Sunday came back to his senses and couldn't help but laugh softly, "Sorry, I just thought too much."
Cheng Che: ...
More silence.
Cheng Che sighed, stepped on Walter's shoulders and leaned his head on Walter's neck, as if leaning on a sofa, "Memory is my prison. You see, I am in the cage all the time. Why do you think too much?"
"We birds should just follow our hearts." Cheng Che inexplicably put on the role of a psychological counselor and spoke seriously, "If you want to go crazy, go and poop on someone else's head. If you are happy, go and pluck a strand of hair from someone else's head. If you are even happier, find a good-looking cat and pluck some fur to build a nest, right?"
Sunday:……
He didn't have the habit of urinating and defecating anywhere, but...
Sunday silently turned his head and stared at Cheng Che, "Pinocone is a dream. Although some people vomit on the street, it is forbidden to urinate and defecate anywhere."
"I don't have this habit either." Cheng Che wanted to frown and couldn't help scratching Walter's clothes. "What are you thinking about? Do you need me to call a Mr. Latio to teach you what a metaphor is?!"
Sunday snorted softly, but when he turned his head, he sighed imperceptibly, "Memory is not a prison. It is only the brainwashing day after day, or the evil thoughts rooted in the heart."
A pair of twin birds originally fell to the ground, but were picked up by the owner of the garden and placed in a comfortable place. They seemed to grow up freely. Finally, one bird flew out of the garden to sing, and the other bird stayed in the garden to lead the original birds to sing.
Pinocchio is the prison for him and his sister, but...
"Brainwashing? We need to call the police." Cheng Che muttered, then said lazily, "Look at me now. Am I not trapped in a small cage of memory and unable to get out?"
Hearing this, Zhou Ri turned his head and looked at Cheng Che, "It will get out eventually."
He didn't know who trapped Cheng Che in his memory, but it seemed that he couldn't be trapped. It all depended on whether Cheng Che wanted to continue playing with him.
"It's different, and not just this time." Cheng Che looked at Sunday and then at the robin, and said softly, "Memory is a rule for its owner. My cage is indestructible, but I don't want to break free."
Cheng Che patted Zhou Ri's shoulder and said, "You are really philosophical today. Next time when I can't sleep, can I ask you and Mr. Latio to sit on the carpet beside my bed and chat?"
Sunday:……
Philosophy is gone, now he just wants to be active!
Sunday turned his head silently, but his pupils suddenly shrank.
His younger sister was standing one step away from him, looking at him with her head tilted to one side. Behind his younger sister, a fool was bending over and sticking his head out, his eyes full of amusement and mockery.
The corners of Zhou Ri's mouth twitched, and after a while he couldn't help but reach out and pull his sister to protect her behind him.
Help, why are there so many fools in Pinocchio? !
Is it because the dreamer accidentally disturbed the nest of joy? !
He really doesn't want to see any fun people!