Book2:KigdomIteDreams
书迷正在阅读：替身，我们是专业的 , 受伤之後遇见你。 , 步步成瘾 , 瑙備簯鍙濂冲皧NPH) , 遮月（兄妹骨科1v1） , yin欲猛男游戏（总攻） , 代号鸢 gb , 眼盲美人被疯批们强占 , 怒吼、神像、房门前 , 我回来了 , 漂亮团妻 , 仙中之魔【修真/重生/NP/长篇】
sleeporain,butwhoknows...”Followingthecrowd,shewalkedoutofthestationandstoodonthepavementofbusyandnoisydowntownSanFrancisco.Shelookedupattheblueskies,pletelyataloss.Thehergazewaohersurroundingsandsawaflowerboothatastreeternotfaraway.AnAsiangirlwithlongshinybckhairsatinside.Hereyesweredazedandheavyasifbarelywakingup.Herrosycheekswereflushedwiththelusterofyouth.Whensheopenedherbeautiful,rgesntedeyes,shesawNataliestandingnearbyandsmiledather.NataliereizedherasLotus,ohetwenty-fourbeautiesinKingDimitri’sKingdomofDreams.Lotusalsorealizedthatthetall,slimyoungwomanwasNatalie.NataliewalkedtowardsLotus,whocameoutoftheflowerbooth.Theyhuggedeachotherhappily. “Let’sgo!”saidLotusawoofthemwalkedtacitlyhand-in-handintotheBARTstation,leavingtheflowerboothunatteheerofthebusystreet. Angelicafelsleepatherdeskwhilereadingthemanuscriptsofapoets.Shewokeup,stretchedandyawnedandgazeddisorientedlyatthegardenoutsidethewindow,whilehermindwasstillindreamnd.Shetriedtogatherherthoughtsandfindoutwhenherdreamstarted.Sheremembereditwasonastarstuddedsummernightwhentheroseswereinfullbloom.Shehadjustfinishedwritingapoemwhichshesideredthebestofallherworks.Shefeltthatlifeshouldendatitsmostbeautifulmoment,justasflowersshouldfadeattheheightofitsbloom.Takinga.22calibersilverpistol,shewalkedintothegarden.Justassheraisedittowardshertempleahomelessmansuddenlydashedintardenandstoppedherdangerousgame. “Ahyes,wasn’tthathomelessmanKingDimitriintheKingdomofDreams?Yes.Yes.ItwashifIusemyexperiehereandwritethemintoabook,Iamsureitwouldbeequaltotheoldepicsofyorethathasedowntousfromhundredsofyeasago.WhosaidIshoulddiebecauseIhavewrittenmymasterpiece?Iwastoonaiveandshallowtheookhersilverpistolfromthedrawerandthought,“Thisterriblethingalmosttookmylifeaway.Ishouldremainonthisearth.Ihadbetterburyit.”Puttingonherwalkingshoesandpullingherbountifulhairintoatightponytail,shetookherpistondwalkedintothegarden.Shedugadeephole,threwinthesilverpistondthencovereditwithsoil.Suddenly,aninspirationstruckher. “Everysedisabright,shinydiamond”.Thesimpletaskofdiggingaholeandburyingapisththerpoeticvisiohought, “Myforteisshort,impromptupoems.Isitwithinmypowertowritealong,grandandmagnifitepi?Ialktoelleaboutit.Shealwaysgivesmegoodandmeaningfudvice.Butelleisafigureinmydreams.WhereamItofihismundaneworld?Shetossedherheadasiftothrowoffallherworriesandwalkedtowardsthekeforherdailyjog.Shealwaysmadeuseofthattimetodeliberateoverherpoems. Ataquieterbytheke,therewasargerockwhichprotrudedouttowardsthewater.Awomandressedinwhite,withhergoldenhairblowinginthewind,satonit,herclearblueeyesgazingatthekewater.Herfeaturesweenotclearlydisable,butfrombehindshelookedlikeagoddessdeepinthought.Shewastingthefishswimmingbyherier. 21 “Ifeveryfishrepresentedoneday,howmanyfisheshadswumby?Ifeveryfishrepreseonedaybutoh,heavens,Iwouldhavewastedmywholelife!WhywasIbornintothisworld?TourposewasIborn?”murmuredthewoman,sighingtoherself.Justthen,atall,slenderwomanjoggedbybehindherandghercuriously.Shetinuedonherway,but