My Little Pony: The Daily Life of a Cultivation Pony

Chapter 252 A Glimmer of Light

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In the dark night, the stars sparkle like gems.

The clouds are floating like veils, and the white moon is like a silver plate.

What is presented is a beautiful and silent starry sky painting, but no one looks up to appreciate it.

Under the starry sky, there is a small town, a town lightly shrouded by the silky moonlight.

The town was filled with silence at this time, with only a few 24-hour service stores still keeping their lights on, like beacons in the darkness.

But apart from these lights, a relatively remote house in the town was still dimly lit.

Like a tiny candlelight in the pitch-black darkness, it seems that a breeze can blow it out.

The pure white moonlight shines through the gauze-like clouds and falls on the dimly lit windowsill.

Although the tiny light is tiny, it dispels the darkness in the room and illuminates the entire picture of the room.

The whole house is very high, it is a duplex house.

Some of them sat on the second floor. From the light coming up from the first floor, you can see that there is a comfortable bed on the second floor.

There are two simple bookshelves on the wall next to the bed, with a few books on them.

Inside the room on the first floor, there was a double sofa, a color TV, and a pair of game controllers and cassettes on the coffee table in front of the TV.

However, one of the two game controllers was not even unpacked.

As for the game cartridges, as long as they said they were completed through cooperation, they were almost never opened. The two that were opened looked like they were played only once and never used again.

There is a set of tables and chairs under the bedroom on the second floor, and on the wall next to the tables and chairs, there is a large bookshelf.

There are a lot of books on this bookshelf, but they are very messy.

But this mess does not mean that the items are placed in a disorderly manner. Instead, they are placed in a very neat and orderly manner.

The mess here refers to the variety of books, which are very messy. There are many different types of books.

There are introductions to sheet music, guitar, painting ideas, color changes, how to integrate into society, how to make money quickly, handmade, material changes, crystal carving, morality and law, how to survive in an unfamiliar environment, how to protect yourself, life tips, etc.

Some of the books on the bookshelf were obviously more worn than others. It was obvious that she read them often, even over and over again.

In addition to these miscellaneous items, there are also some high school textbooks on the bookshelf.

In addition to these, there are some instruction manuals for home appliances placed in the corner.

Next to the bookshelf stands an old guitar, and next to the guitar is a drawing board.

Below the drawing board, besides some paintbrushes, there are also some colorful bottles and jars.

In addition to these, there are some other things, each of which is different.

These things reflect that the owner of this room is a learned person with various skills.

However, these things now have something in common.

First, although they were cleaned very well, it was obvious that they had not been used for a long time.

Second, although they were cleaned very well, it was obvious that they had been frequently used before, and there were various marks on them to prove this.

The owner of this room was sitting in front of the table, doing something under the light.

Around her, there are some failed works randomly placed, these failed works look like a crown,

In the whole room, besides the sound of her carving, the only sound was her steady breathing.

However, this peace was interrupted by a slight cracking sound.

She stared blankly at the half-carved star in her hand, which now had a broken corner.

"Ah~"

After a moment's silence, there was a sudden roar, followed by the sound of fists slamming on the table.

She placed her fists on the table, her head resting on the chair, and angrily looked at the broken star in front of her.

The angry green eyes looked at a photo behind the stars in front of them, and a tear unconsciously flowed from the corner of the eye.

But she turned her head away at this moment, and her clenched hands loosened at this moment, hugging her head tightly. Then, her shoulders shook slightly, as if she was crying.

But no sound came out.

The dim light shone on her, as if to bring her a hint of warmth.

But it only reflects a lonely shadow huddled on the wall.

On the wall covered by the shadow, there are several photos of her wearing a dress.

But the difference is that her expression in the photo changed from the bewildered expression at the beginning to more and more indifferent and arrogant.

The faint light beside her swayed gently with the help of the breeze blowing from the window, trying to get her shadow away from those arrogant photos.

But the shadow only shook slightly a few times, still staying on those photos.

After a while, she slowly raised her head from the table, looked out the window at the moon suspended in the starry sky and said:

"The time is almost up..."

Then she lowered her head, looked at the failed works on the table and continued:

"...I've run out of materials for production, but the school has already collected protection money once, so I'll just do another odd job this weekend."

Then she threw the failed works into the trash can next to her, and cleaned up the table.

When I was about to go upstairs to rest, I saw the photo in the frame on the corner of the table and stopped.

She stared at the photo in the frame for a while, then gently picked it up, placed it in front of her, and gently wiped the frame...

Then someone said softly, smiling gently:

"My dear teacher, I will go back soon to see you. I hope that by then... you will still recognize me as your student. I will let you know that I am not wrong."

After saying this, she put the photo frame back to its original position and walked upstairs to the bedroom.

Then I lay down on the soft bed and closed my eyes.

Not long after, the sound of her steady breathing could be heard.

The light she had not turned off shone on her, leaving a shadow on the wall inside.

The shadow, however, curled up into a ball, hugging itself tightly. As the light swayed, the shadow also swayed slightly.

But I don't know why, but it seems to be trembling slightly.

The light at this moment gently shone on her face, like a pair of warm hands, gently caressing her face.

As time passed, she seemed to have a dream and murmured softly:

"...Princess, I...did great..."

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"...why...,..I do that..., don't..."

But it seemed like she was having a nightmare.