The three-dimensional me is incompatible with the paper people

["Well, I admit, you are a bit of a smart guy."

"Baojiasha, it turned out to be very gentle."

The two children stood in the tree hole with their wet clothes on, looking at each other.

But the tree holes they thought were flooded were the dryest, warmest and most comfortable.

After a long silence, the two suddenly looked at each other and smiled.

"Hahahaha, you actually use leaves to block the rain, hahahaha, Mengdu is so stupid!" Bao Jiasha sneered at Mengdu mercilessly.

Not to be outdone, Mengdu pointed at Baojiasha's rain boots, "Obviously Baojiasha's rain boots contain a lot of rainwater!"

The two children were playing and fighting, and finally stopped.Relying on each other and watching the rain outside the tree hole.

The hazy rain and fog are like curtains, isolating the outside world.

Here, they cannot see the face of the adults, nor hear the voices of the adults.Only this tree hole, this tree hole only belongs to them.

"Okay, I admit it, Mondu, I admit that you are a friend of Baojiasha."

"Well, shouldn't I be happy then?"

"Stupid, of course you have to be happy! You know, people in this world are stupid to death, and if you can be my friend, it means that Mundu is slightly smarter than those people!"

"It is obvious that Bao Jiasha is unwilling to speak out what is in her heart, so she has never had friends."]

……

There is always a sentence that reminds people repeatedly.

Tomorrow and accident, no one knows which will come first.

When the silver-haired boy appeared in the bedroom, Qing Que's heart skipped a beat.

"Hahahaha! Now is the clown time! Ask, do you want to go to death with the clown today?" The clown boy in a strange dress appeared in the bedroom in just a moment.

The white coat flies like a bird, and the silver braid is like the trace left by a bird flying in the sky, and the winding arc is even the rope wrapped around the neck.

Less than a minute ago, Nakajima Atsushi was about to leave Qingque's bedroom, and the surrounding temperature dropped to zero.

Atsushi Nakajima was stiff all over, not daring to look at the boy who suddenly appeared.

who is he?Why is it here?Also, is Yu Gong the elder sister of Que?And why, do you want to die with Sister Que?

Qingque controlled her facial features, her smile was the same as usual, and she said to Atsushi Nakajima: "I have a guest here, so please go back and rest first."

Atsushi Nakajima's heart beat like a drum.Reason told him to leave quickly, to leave this room quickly.However, the footsteps did not move at all, they just stopped in place.

Absolutely, you can't go!This person may kill sister Que!

A moment of hesitation will bring the breath of death.

A gun appeared in the hands of the silver-haired boy, and the gun was aimed at Atsushi Nakajima's forehead.

On the face of that exaggerated smile, there are golden eyes that are so inorganic that they have no emotion. "Ask me, how long will it take for you to be free?"

Atsushi Nakajima's cold sweat soaked the fabric of his clothes, and his legs were shaking with intense fear.Even so, he couldn't avert his eyes a little bit.

The strong constriction of the pupils brought him pain, and the beating heart made him pale.

"Gogol, the freedom he wants now is the same as mine." The gentle female voice melted the condensed air in the room.

The girl sat at the table with a gentle smile, "Tonight, I happen to have something very important to discuss with Gogol."

Gogol blinked, "So it's the same person as Amamiya?"

Qingque said nothing, but motioned Atsushi Nakajima to leave.

Atsushi Nakajima endured the discomfort caused by the intense fear, and met Gogol's eyes.

"Well, I'm leaving first," he said.

You can't stay, and you can't cause trouble for Sister Que.

Just now, if it wasn't for Sister Que, this person might have shot.

I don't know what the relationship between the two is

, I don't know what sister Que wants to discuss.In short, get out of here and don't make trouble.

Atsushi Nakajima turned around, but he didn't want to, a hand with a gun appeared in the air again.

The cold muzzle of the gun touched his forehead, bringing chills.He saw the finger on the trigger, and with a slight movement he could be shot through his head and die.

However, this person is clearly behind him, why does the hand appear in front of him?

"Ask, what is freedom?" His voice sounded behind Atsushi Nakajima.

This question is too early for Atsushi Nakajima, who is still in a confused period.

Qing Que clenched her hands on her knees.

"Dun Dun, come to me." She said.

Now, Atsushi Nakajima can no longer leave the bedroom.

Although Gogol regarded her as a close friend, he came here every once in a while to ask Qing Que if he would like to die, which seemed pretty cute.But that doesn't mean he treats others the same way.

Only his best friend about freedom, which he admits, can make him restrain his character a little.As for the others, of course they did what they wanted to do.

After all, this is Gogol's freedom.

Atsushi Nakajima pursed his lips, and turned his head to Qingque at an extremely slow speed, then raised his legs, walked to Qingque's side step by step, and sat down.

During this period, Gogol just looked at Atsushi Nakajima without any action.

He took his hand out of his coat and jumped in front of Qingque and Atsushi Nakajima.

As he moved, the coat drew a meandering curve in the air.

"What does Yu Gong want to say to Gogol? Is it freedom? But, he hasn't answered Gogol's question~"

Gogol is a very youthful-looking person.Maybe he is a young man himself, but his tone of voice, his behavior and behavior are all deliberately put on.

A man who looks like a theatrical character.

"For Dundun, he still can't understand these things. Gogol should be very clear." Qing Que put his hand on Nakajima Dun's head and said with a smile.

Gogol smiled without saying a word, motioning Qingque to continue talking.

"Everyone has been learning everything around him since he was born. In the process of learning, he constantly explores, finds his own meaning, and finally determines his own ideals."

"Some adults don't know what their ideals are, let alone a child." After Qingque finished speaking, she looked at Gogol.

Her smile was peaceful, and she didn't feel stage fright when she met Gogol's eyes.

Of course, Atsushi Nakajima only felt his heart beating faster.

He couldn't speak because he wasn't sure which of his words would offend the person in front of him.He is so keen that he can tell from Qingque's attitude, this person is not a person who obeys the rules.

"Well, it makes sense!" Gogol stretched out his index finger and smiled.

Qingque didn't relax.

Again, Gogol would not have any idea of ​​following the rules to people other than his close friends.Do whatever you want is Gogol's philosophy.

The muzzle of the gun once again reached Atsushi Nakajima's forehead.

Atsushi Nakajima's eyes darkened, and he subconsciously closed his eyes not to look.

"However, the clown will not be restrained~" His fingers slowly pulled the trigger.

Atsushi Nakajima trembled, waiting for his impending death.

However, there was no sound.

"No, freedom like Gogol's is not right at all."

Qingque grabs Gogol's hand that pulls the trigger, preventing him from moving.

The smile on the clown boy's face suddenly showed a nearly blank stagnation, followed by a sense of suffocation under the exaggerated smile.

"Amiya, what are you talking about?"

"Yamiya is my best friend, the only person in this world who can understand me. Could it be that Yugong's freedom has betrayed?"

There was no smile on Qingque's face at this time.

Originally, I wanted to go in a circular way, to guide Gogo bit by bit

inner.However, the incident happened suddenly today, and emergency measures must be taken if Atsushi Nakajima is to survive.

The super magic spirit can protect her, but the missing one will protect Atsushi Nakajima.In the final analysis, it is nothing more than fulfilling the master's order.

"The freedom Gogol wanted was never the freedom to do whatever he wanted without restraint. Because he didn't want to be imprisoned by the world or bound by morality, he did things that violated these."

"Wouldn't Gogol, who had such an idea, also be a sign of being restrained?"

The corner of the boy's mouth was suddenly pulled by some thread, and twisted into a strange arc.

"Think that death is the freedom to live, and become a bird flying to the sky. However, even a bird cannot leave the sky above your head. Besides, death is the end of everything, and even the thoughts of being a human will disappear. Such a death, Is it freedom?"

"Gogol's freedom is nothing more than flying from a small circle to a larger circle. The whole world, whether it is floating clouds or streams. It is birds or wild dogs. It is sand and stones or leaves. If only If it is limited to this, then Gogol will never get the freedom he wants!"

She snatched the gun, fell to the ground on one side, and slid a good distance until she hit a wall.

Qingque suddenly stood up and embraced Gogol in her arms.

"I am a close friend of Gogol. It is precisely because I understand what Gogol wants that I say such things to Gogol."

"I don't want Gogol to be lost in the cage, and I don't want Gogol to die of thorns, so I hope that Gogol can really understand what I think, and really understand what is right for you. It's a freedom that can be had."

Speaking of this, Qingque's voice suddenly became quieter.

Caressing the boy's hair in her arms, she said, "Don't, imprison/imprison yourself in the same place again, Gogol."

Surrounded in silence, only the sound of breathing remained.

Asuka finally realized that the iron chains had wrapped around his wings before he knew it.At the source of the chains are endless thorns and a huge cage.

No matter how you flap your wings, no matter how hard you try... you can't restore the whiteness of the feathers.

"Rain Palace..."

"I'm here, I'll always be here."

"Can the clown be set free?"

"Yes. As long as Gogol wants to be free, one day, he will get it."

"But the clown can't fly out."

Everything returned to tranquility, and the clear water of the lake reflected the birds in the sky.

He came to the lake, saw the reflection, and saw his own embarrassed shadow.

"Gogol, freedom is never manifested in form. Only by accepting everything in this world from the heart, not shaking the heart with pain, and not paralyzing yourself with beauty, is freedom."

"This is freedom..." she said.