The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Luzius closed his old notes. He had already shown off with Aresio today, so now he feels calm after reading the record of eating dog food.Crazy, he rarely appeared in the notes. Luzius looked at the few pages left in the notes. He seemed to have started from a certain period of time and didn't record any more.

This is not a normal phenomenon, he researched and recorded Arresi, it should be taken as a unit of life.

He looked out the window, there was a light rain tonight, and the rosebuds in the rain were safely huddled under the shed he built, waiting to bloom.The lights on the first floor were still on, projected from the French windows in the living room, staining the rain curtain at an angle, and Alessio was still awake, probably playing with U.

He turned his pen and browsed many free plays written by people on the website. Many of the plays are very interesting. Even if they cannot be performed in the square near the childcare center, they will be played in celebrations held in various places. splendor.Everything is as it was thousands of years ago, and the whole world seems to be rejoicing for this approaching festival, human beings, light creatures, and dark creatures.

As Arecio said, a dreamlike world.

Even he, who is not romantic, thinks so, then those years of suffering are really over.

Probably because of being missed for a while, Arecio, who was on the top floor of the cat climbing frame downstairs, who was sticking to the star ring, sneezed, and looked suspiciously at the stairs to make sure that he did not go downstairs before he was relieved.This ring looks simple, but it is actually very easy to fall apart. Alessio has been bald for several nights, and now it is finally about to be completed!

He took the shining ring in his hand, looked at it, and put it away carefully.With Mardi Gras a week away, he could wrap this gift up a little more rounded before giving it to a psycho.

He looked at his hand holding the ring, paused, and curled his fingertips slightly.The feeling of being clasped tightly still seemed to remain in his hands, and he also began to pay attention to the touches that the neuropathy had gradually increased towards him during this period of time.

But what if... it's just attachment?

The three generations of princes, the blood clan who lived at the top of the pyramid of combat power no matter ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later, raised their hands to cover their hot cheeks.

Even if it is an attachment, I still have to give it away.

He thought this kind of angry, shaking the circle of stars, and began to guess where the memory of the neuropathy had recovered.

The years when the chapel met?It seems to be going a little further.

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

Recently, neuropathy has touched his back more frequently. After seeing his wings on the northern front, he has never been so active... Thinking of this, Arecio sat up suddenly 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 the psychopath?At that time, he was dissatisfied with Theo's decision to slaughter the village, and he clearly realized the difference in ideas between himself and Theo, and for a long time, Theo suppressed him vaguely... All kinds of reasons superimposed, and he and Theo fell apart. , the two fought, but unfortunately he was defeated and fled with a wing torn off.

He didn't doubt that Theo would have killed him if he hadn't escaped in time.

At that time, he risked being discovered and still went to see the neuropathy.It's amazing to say that with his poor memory, he can remember every expression of the neuropathy at the time. He felt that the neuropathy was not happy at the time, sitting alone on the pew in the dilapidated church, only when he saw him. , only a little warmth was added to the sky-colored eyes.

The more I think about it, the more confused I feel, and even the brain-supplementing neuropathy has been interesting to me thousands of years ago.Arecio felt powerless about his own brain hole, and he slipped back to his room silently with the small ring.When passing by the door of the neuropathy room, he hid the ring behind him and knocked on the other's door, very confidently.

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

This is his fatherly love!

"……Um."

So Alessio went to sleep confidently. He once again defeated the neuropathy with a strong sense of presence (in his mind) with his unique thinking circuit. However, he was not happy for a long time. He slept until midnight, and Alessio opened his eyes.

Damn, the psycho is really lingering, and it's so cute to appear in his dream when he got smaller!

He scolded the insidious and cunning neuropathy in his heart, hesitated for a moment, glanced at the star ring on the bedside, and finally closed his eyes quickly.

The best way to get revenge is to go back to that dream and pinch the shrunken crazy face vigorously!Crazy you wait, your father will come right away!

After pinching his face all night, Arecio was refreshed the next morning, and his eyes staring at the psychopath were a bit weird.Of course, Luzius noticed the strange look in his eyes, kept his expression on his face, and while putting the plate of fried eggs on the table, asked seemingly unintentionally:

"Why, had a good dream?"

Alessio poked the fried egg and ate it, covered his mouth after being burned with the tip of his tongue, but was still very happy.

"Well, good dream."

"...?"

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

"So it was really a dream. I thought you were so happy because you saw the announcement that Hitomi made this morning."

Um?Hitomi made a new announcement?

Alessio blew on the fried egg and stuffed it into his mouth, and turned on the light brain with the other hand. As expected, Hitomi's homepage was in a state of explosion, and Hitomi's new announcement was pushed to the top, which was as concise as ever.

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

Arecio's eyes widened suddenly, God knows how much he likes this play!Ten thousand years ago, after his official fight with the psychopath, he never went to the theater again. Years of wars have also brought many small theater troupes to the verge of collapse, and the opportunities for performances have become less and less.Calculated in this way, Arecio has not watched this show for at least ten years, and he thought that he would never have the opportunity to watch it again in the future.

Who knew Hitomi gave him such a big surprise!

He hastily reposted and added a series of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", eyes sparkling, looking up at the neuropathy.

"That day we..."

"That day we..."

He and the psychopath spoke at the same time, and then the neuropathy laughed. Obviously, they thought of going together.

"You said."

"Let's go see together that day!" Alessio slapped the table, he was so happy, "I don't know where to perform, it won't be in the new building built on the square, right? I asked When it was said that it was going to be a free theater, did "Girl and Death" also plan to be screened there?"

"Probably yes." Luzius also had a smile in his eyes, "There should be internal votes, I will pay more attention."

Hey!

Alessio was so happy that he wanted to turn around, Lucius had to hold him down and eat breakfast obediently.Alessio couldn't vent his excitement. He picked U up from the ground and rolled it into a fluffy ball.

U:? ? ?

brother?Big brother why lick me?The second brother is slandering again?

U, who was masturbated, humbly sent the two elder brothers out, and humbly lay on the shortest floor of the cat climbing frame. He now feels that the relationship between the elder brother and the second brother is getting better and better. He is so redundant, and the cat is crying .

*****

The news that "The Girl and the Grim Reaper" is about to be released again made Arecio very happy. He also brought out his emotions a little bit when he checked our schoolwork, and he was much gentler when he pointed out the problem.

After the class, all three were very interested in this play that could affect Arecio's emotions, and pestered him to ask questions.

"What kind of play is that?" I blinked, "Isn't it about tragedy? Even tragedy is good to watch?"

"Of course!" Arecio nodded without hesitation, he didn't mind blowing up the show.

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

Hearing him start to talk about the past, I, Lucy and Helgodon sat down around him.

Arecio recalled and said.

"Speaking of which, I still witnessed the birth of this tragedy. This drama actually has a prototype, which is the previous story of the princess and the dragon." Having said this, Alessio's tone became lighter, "The Temple The cultural control was very strict, and the market at that time was full of works that praised the light and had educational significance. If this tragedy wanted to be performed smoothly, it had to hide the prototype story behind various hidden images.”

""The Girl and the Grim Reaper", as the name suggests, is a love affair that crosses races and even life and death. The Grim Reaper was impressed by the power of the girl's youth, took her to roam the three worlds, and witnessed many things together. Exhausted, lying in the arms of the God of Death and passing away with a smile. The God of Death also abandoned the god who transcended life and death, and turned into an elder tree in front of the girl's grave. Every time there is light rain, white flowers bloom, attracting nightingales to fly. This story is told by Nightingale sung."

He hummed a sad melody softly.

The minor tune of the nightingale is soft, and it becomes more lonely and melancholy through the misty rain curtain.In the drizzle, the nightingale stopped the bard passing by the girl's grave, and asked the bard to listen to its song before leaving this sad love on the strings.

【Wandering traveler, would you like to listen to my song and the story about the elderberry I am standing on? 】

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

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

"The general words are like this. I haven't memorized them deliberately, and there may be some deviations." Alessio is not particularly sure. He is actually quite an amateur, and he is just an enthusiastic audience, but the three little ones are very supportive.

"It sounds good!" I praised vigorously, Helgodon nodded, Lucy also nodded, and even sang along with the melody, her heart was filled with a sorrowful sweetness.

"What happened after that?" She asked softly, "What did Nightingale sing?"

Alessio felt that his memory was being challenged, and suddenly someone beside him continued humming.

[This tomb belongs to the innocent maiden Marianne who dances and smiles. 】

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

[All that is good belongs to God, the bishop said, Marianne 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 with accurate melody, every word was correct.In this low humming, Arecio felt as if he had gone back to the past. At the carnival, in the dark theater, he sat next to the saint, and he had no intention of fighting with each other. Unrequited sorrow.

The actress on the stage spun and twirled, and the lights made her white dress glow like clouds.Beside her was the vague-faced God of Death in a black cloak. The God of Death stretched out his arms around the girl's waist and danced with the girl.Then he knelt on one knee and announced that he had become Marian's captive.

[In this world, there is someone who is so close to my lover. 】

【My swan, my dream, my...】

[It is destined. 】

Alessio's heart moved, and he looked up suddenly, and found that the psychopath was looking at him.He didn't know which libretto was reverberating in the mind of the neuropathy at this time, but Alessio only knew that he was no stranger to the eyes of the neuropathy at this time.

He has seen this look before, in every carnival ten thousand years ago, in the dark theater, when this libretto sounded——

The hunter stared sideways at him.