【Bump World】The Storybook of Jiajia and Ruirui

([-]) First Dream

Will there really be people living on the moon?

Garderos doesn't believe in those so-called legends. After all, seeing is not necessarily believing, let alone those illusory stories?

However, there are people living there.

The silver-haired goblin sat on the osmanthus tree, the giant knife he was holding was sharp, and the unparalleled moonlight was shining in his shallow purple eyes.

A real leprechaun.

"This is not where you should come." The silver-haired boy raised his knife and slashed at him, but stopped at the last centimeter. "Gardros." There was a sense of doubt, but the tone was affirmative.

What's the meaning?Garderos didn't understand, but he felt something pulling him violently, like passing through a tunnel of time and space.When I woke up, I was sweating profusely.

It's a dream.Was it a dream?Its daybreak.

The boy on the moon stared blankly at the place where the man disappeared, covered one of his eyes for a while, and slowly squatted down.

"Boss, why are you so listless today?" Reid thought something happened, "It's just that I didn't sleep well last night." Garderos yawned, and suddenly his eyes became sharp.

"Red, do you believe there are people living on the moon?" Garderos didn't believe it was just a dream. "Believe it," Reid said frankly, "Princess Chang'e, who doesn't know?"

No, no.Guaderos thought, that person is not Princess Chang'e.

If it's not Chang'e, what else is it?

It's just that there is only one osmanthus tree. What kind of moon is it?But he just felt that it must be on the moon, and there would be such a young man as bright as the moonlight.

"Boss, I sent a painting over from the branch today, saying that you will definitely like it, Boss." Reid said, "Hmph, it's a mystery." Garderos didn't plan to read it, and basically sent something like this every day Come here, in fact, Garderos is no different from garbage.

"Then... throw it away?" Reid asked.

"No need, save it for tomorrow's treasure appraisal meeting." Garderos said.

([-]) It's a dream

The moment the night fell, Garderos was eagerly waiting to fall asleep.Will I see you again tonight?

There is nothingness in the dream, a pure silver laurel tree grows on the moon, and a black-clothed white-haired goblin sits on the laurel tree. It seems deserted, but Gaderos feels the long-lost peace of mind.

"This is my dream." He said first, "Who are you?"

It was only then that the goblin seemed to have discovered his existence suddenly, "Gardros?" She was surprised and at a loss, but it didn't seem that there were too many surprises. It seemed that she had known that he would appear.

"How do you know me?" Garderos didn't want to simply let him go this time.

The goblin was silent for a while, "My name is Geri," Garderos' appearance was reflected in her clear purple eyes, "I've always known you."

The goblin who suddenly appeared in the dream, can't see the past and the future, doesn't know where he is, let alone why he came here, he can smell the faint fragrance of flowers, and feel the existence of a person, he doesn't know this person, but he knows I know it's Garderos.

Chaos with inevitable consequences.

"Is my dream so easy to enter? Why did you come here?" Garderos asked, he hates the unknown, but he will also pursue the unknown. "I don't know," said the goblin. "You should go."

Although he knew almost nothing, he also knew that this was not a place where Garderos could stay for a long time.He swung the knife again.

"Stop!" Garderos was unwilling to wake up so inexplicably, "What are you?" He rushed to ask the question.

"Didn't you say it? This is your dreamland." The goblin didn't stop, and there was nothingness in her thin purple eyes.

"I'm just a dream for you."

The moment the giant knife fell, time and space were torn apart, and Garderos suddenly woke up from his dream.

It is not a dream.He thought, how could anyone have such a real dream?Reality seems within reach.

Early in the morning, the appraisal meeting was very lively. No matter if it was genuine or imitation, whether it was an antique or a contemporary painting, as long as it was exhibited, it would naturally feel a little more mysterious.

"Boss! Something went wrong!" Reid and Zuma reported in a panic, "What's the matter?" Garderos knew that if it wasn't a major event, it wouldn't stop them from being so panicked.

"There is a big problem with the painting that was sent yesterday!" Reid said, and the three of them hurried to the exhibition area of ​​that painting, where the most people surrounded it, and many people stood there and refused to leave.

When Garderos saw the painting, it should be an ancient painting. Judging from the paper and the stamp on the edge of the painting, it is undoubtedly an ancient painting.

But the picture shows high-rise buildings that are no different from what they are now.This is an imitation, but the imitation is very real, as if the ancients traveled through time and then went back to draw what they saw.

The painting is so good that there are still people watching it in the last few minutes of the treasure appraisal meeting.

"Red, do you believe in time travel in the world?" Gaderos didn't mind asking a few more people when he was undecided, although his decision might have nothing to do with the question.

"That's written in a novel, boss, don't you take it seriously?" Reid replied, "If it's true, it's true if you believe it, and it's false if you don't believe it. Of course, we generally think it's false."

Garderos said nothing.

([-]) Not a dream

Do people really live on the moon?No one can really answer his question. Perhaps, as Gray said, this is just a dream, and everything in the dream is fake.

I saw the silver-white osmanthus tree in full bloom again, and there was still a boy in black sitting on the tree, holding a green long knife, silver-haired and purple-eyed.

"Hey, Grey!" Garderos greeted first, "Have you stayed here all this time?" When he didn't come in, did you stay in this cold place by yourself?

"No." Gray replied, "I come from a very far away place." So far away that he can't remember the name of that place now.

"How do you know me?" Garderos didn't mind saying a few more words in this kind of place where there were only the two of them, enjoying the rare silence. "Just know," Gray said, "No need for a reason."

Garderos reached out to ask Gerui to pull him up the tree, but Gerui's eyes were only fixed on one place, and he didn't intend to reach out at all.

"You...can't see." Garderos narrowed his eyes, his tone affirmative.A look of panic appeared on Gray's face, but he quickly calmed down. "Who did it?" Garderos felt his anger come out of nowhere.

"I don't know." Gray said, "Maybe I did it myself." At this moment, he noticed Gadros's movement, and stretched out his hand to pull Gaderos to his side, "It was like this when I woke up here."

In the darkness, I smelled the fragrance of flowers and touched my own knife. I had never been here before, but it was unexpectedly familiar.And, I heard the familiar breathing sound.

He didn't know who this person was, nor what he would do, but subconsciously told him that this person was called Garderos, and he couldn't appear here for too long, and he had to send this person away.He didn't know how to send it away, so he could only pick up the knife tentatively.

The space became quiet, and he waited for a long time without any change until the second arrival of Gardros.Arriving, leaving, waiting, coming again, leaving Grey didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and he was already content with Gaderos coming for the second time.

"Honestly, I seem to have seen you somewhere." Garderos said, "You make my blood boil. Make me want to fight you." "But I don't want to." Gray said, almost instantly in his mind The word "do not fight" popped out.

"Yes, this feeling of being rejected is also very familiar," Gaderos smiled. "I seem to have been rejected many times. But in real life, no one dares to reject me."

"That's only temporary," Gray said, "You should go." The small talk was terribly short, "Why can't we chat for a while longer." Gaderos didn't want to leave.

"Isn't it romantic to wait all the time in exchange for a short meeting?" Gray said, "Sometimes it's annoying to refuse, maybe it's to wait to appear in front of you with your best self?"

Garderos woke up, "But I don't want him to have the best look, because in this way, he won't belong to me alone." But this time no one answered him.

([-]) Dreams

Garderos began to look forward to the dream every night, as long as he wanted, there was his reality.

Just like the magpie bridge meeting on July [-] every year, even the meaning of meeting after waiting has changed.

Gardros would teach Gerry some tips on appraising treasures, and he would tell him some of his experiences. He found that the more he talked, Gerry would also think of his own experience, and the time he could leave It also grew slowly.

In this space, there was no one else, and Garderos said all the words to Gray, good and bad.He can also fight with Gray, and the fighters hidden deep in his heart will be liberated.Although Grey often refuses, he sometimes agrees. He is blind, but his strength is no worse than Garderos.Garderos didn't want to leave this happy place.

Whether it is on the moon, whether it is time travel, whether it is real or not, is meaningless.He just wanted to be with Gray.

"Master Gaderos! You finally woke up!" The blinding white light woke him up, "What's wrong?" Gaderos realized that things had gone off track, "You've... slept for seven days, we almost thought..." Zuma wept with joy , "So long?" The time in the dream couldn't tell the speed.

A dark look appeared in Garderos' eyes, is it a conspiracy?Did you deliberately let him fall asleep?

([-]) broken dreams

Gray waited for a long time, and finally waited for Gaderos again. The Gaderos he was familiar with would have unique gentleness and consideration, so he was very patient, even though the waiting time was extraordinarily long this time.

The silver-white osmanthus flowers withered all over the ground, but the silver-haired fairy still stood by the tree.

Garderos entered here again. "Who are you? Are you someone sent by the other family? Deliberately interfering with my life?" Gaderos stared at him coldly, watching his smile froze, and then disappeared.

"Me. Did it interfere with your life?" There was some disappointment in the empty eyes, and Gaderos suddenly softened, no, it shouldn't be like this.

"I see," the goblin smiled slightly, and raised the knife, "You're doing well." Gray said. "You have a good life, so," the knife fell, and the tearing feeling that I hadn't experienced for a long time once again pulled Gadros out of this space, "I am relieved."

The boy's last words failed to travel through time and space.Gray cut off the silver-white laurel tree with a backhanded knife, the world was dyed black, the space was fragmented, and what greeted him was destruction.

Do you not regret it?He obviously remembered everything, why didn't he tell him everything?In this way, he can stay and live here together forever.A voice in my heart said so.

No regrets.He's done well enough that I can see him again, talk to him again, and I'm content.He shouldn't lose because of me anymore.into darkness.

Life in Garderos returned to normal, and he never entered that world again while dreaming.

But thinking of Grey habitually makes my heart ache.Don't know why, don't understand why.

But time will take everything away.

([-]) Recalling Dreams

50 years later.

The aging Garderos has retired, he no longer needs to be busy appraising treasures, and his need for sleep is extremely low, so he has nothing to do every day.

Occasionally, when I think of it, I will take a few juniors to pack up my inventory.Those dusty cultural relics.

"Click", a box fell down.

The younger generation picked it up and handed it to Garderos.Inside the box is a painting.Is imitation.

The high-rise buildings beyond the limitation of time and space are sleeping on the simple paper.It's bizarre and unimaginable, but it happens to blend together.

"It's this painting. I remember that many people said that the painter had traveled through time." The younger generation said with a smile.

"Do you believe that there is time travel in the world?" Gaderos suddenly asked. He remembered a long dream he had when he was young, and the boy in the dream came to see him across time and space.It's just that he no longer remembers the boy's name, nor what happened in the dream.

"That kind of thing is in a novel." The younger generation said.

The expected answer.

Gaderos put away the scroll, "It's just a fake, take it and burn it."

The scroll fell into the fire, whether it was the slow time or the heavy traffic, it all scattered.

(Finish)