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Dreams, white dreams, a world intertwined with fog and mystery.

I can't see the edge, I can't see my fingers, I can't feel any sound except myself, it's so quiet, even if I can make some noise, it will soon be swallowed up by the white mist, time will stop passing, and the sense of space will disappear.

, this seems to be the end of the world, or the beginning of everything.

Ah, it's still the familiar taste, the original recipe.

Standing in the depths of the mist, my eyes were indifferent and my heart did not waver at all.

When will this dream end? Are you never tired of singing a one-man show?

I sighed deeply. With many years of experience (?), I knew that if I just stood here and did nothing, I would never be able to wake up from this white dream. I could only cooperate with the director and forcefully act.

Taking slightly heavy steps, I walked straight in one direction. The fog in front of me was like a curtain. As I moved forward, it was opened by pairs of invisible hands, as if to welcome my arrival. Unfortunately,

I'm not happy to be in this kind of place after betraying their kindness. Other than that, every time I wake up, my eyes are like faucets that have been turned on, which makes the girls worry several times.

Why doesn't this person, and this strange dream, always make people less worried?

Gradually, in the silent and white world, traces of voices, like hallucinations, appeared. I cheered up, are you finally here? Stop crying and let me go home.

I quickened my pace, and soon, the familiar figure I was looking for finally appeared in the fog.

At this point, I stopped and followed international practice... Ahem, no, it's past experience. From here on, I can't get closer and can only be a silent audience. It's like coming to a theater. Is it possible?

Can you still get into the screen and interact with the actors?

Well, this metaphor seems quite vivid. It would be better if I could have another cup of Coke and popcorn.

No, wait, something seems wrong.

I suddenly discovered that the scene in front of me was a little different from what I had imagined.

A second figure appeared in the mist!

What's going on? I just said that I was tired of watching one-man shows, so I forcibly added a second role just to slap me in the face? Director, you are too up to date with the times, and you changed the script too fast!

The newly added character is small and seems to be a very young child, right? The young man finally has a child, but who can tell me how to have one as a young man?

My children are waiting online, which is quite urgent.

And this young man... I took a closer look and saw if he had lost some weight. No, no, no, too thin. No, no, no. Look at the shadow form emerging from the mist. It’s not so much thin as it is thin.

You have turned into a skeleton. What have you done to lose weight like this! Is it possible that a person who generates electricity at home all day without chatting and is malnourished has caused his body to be hollowed out?!

There are so many flaws this time, I don’t even know which one to complain about first.

Of course, the atmosphere this time is different from the past, which is one of the reasons why I can still be a bitch. Different from the deep sadness that I could feel when I first entered this white mist world, this time it seems very peaceful, even...

...a somewhat warm and cheerful atmosphere.

The evidence is that the emaciated young man in front of him, who is suspected of using love to generate electricity, is no longer miserable. He is either holding a broken sword and feeling sorry for himself, saying that he should not be born in this world, or smearing some red on his hands.

Dye said that he had committed a murder and committed a crime. The police uncle was about to come and he was crying sadly.

If it were changed to this kind of script, the second episode would be a blast, wouldn't it?

Maybe it's because of the appearance of the second figure?

The sudden unfolding of the new script made me calm down and watch it carefully.

The very small figure, which seemed to be a child, crawled to the boy's side using both hands and feet, raised its little hands, and made babbling sounds.

Okay, it seems that I guessed it right. It is more appropriate to call it a baby than a child. It looks like it is only two or three years old, so I won’t complain about it.

"Finally...finally..." It was still the familiar voice of the young man. As expected, the protagonist didn't suddenly lose weight as much as the protagonist changed. I even wondered if the director had changed.

The babbling baby was picked up, and the boy was so excited that the intermittent sounds sounded again.

"You...the first...world...treasure...everything...begins..."

What to say?

I frowned, and no matter how I stretched my ears, I still couldn't hear clearly what the boy was saying or what he wanted to express. I could only tell that he was very happy and excited now, and loved the baby in his arms.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeise"

The little thing in his arms moved around restlessly, full of energy and shouting with joy. He seemed to like the boy holding him very much.

"Not afraid... I'm... too good... worried... this look... scares... scares..."

The boy's voice was even more excited than before. The little guy's affectionate behavior obviously made him very happy. Unfortunately, the signal was still very bad, which made me feel quite regretful.

"By the way... name... your... name..." Suddenly, the young man remembered that he should give the newborn little guy in front of him a loud and beautiful name.

So, he made a move that almost made me squirt. He lifted the little guy in his arms high and looked up.

"Gender...cute...my...daughter..."

Damn it, you can just confirm your gender secretly, do you need to lift people up and watch them forcefully like this? Are you afraid that others won't know that you are a pervert?!

Something happened that left me even more speechless. Just when the boy raised the baby in his hand to confirm the gender, a curved water column connected the two figures one above and one below.

The boy, who was extremely happy and sad, was peed on his face without any warning.

"Hahaha... Naughty... Daughter... Daughter... Daughter..." The boy who didn't mind this kind of thing, or whose tone was somewhat novel, smiled happily and put the little guy down and continued to hold him.

"..." I'm a little worried. This guy looks like a new father. He doesn't look like he can take care of children. Can he really raise the little guy in his arms to grow up? Even if the little guy can grow up smoothly,

Can she be educated well? She won't become a bad girl or live in an abandoned house at home, right?

Unfortunately, no matter how much I worry, it's useless. I can't go through the [screen] and say to the boy, you can't take care of the child, so let me do it.

"By the way...name..." After confirming the gender, the boy remembered the most important thing.

Give his newborn baby girl a name.

I straightened my ears and subconsciously gritted my teeth. If this inexperienced guy dared to come up with a strange name, I would rush up to argue with him even if I smashed the screen.

So, when the name was about to be chosen, the innocent little guy in her arms was once again lifted high by her clumsy father. This scene suddenly reminded me of the Lion King.

No, wait, let’s put the lion [beep] king aside for now. I think the first thing to do is to fight the demon spirits and confirm the gender. How many times are you going to do this kind of perverted behavior?

How willing?! If your daughter can recall this scene when she grows up and knows that you stared down at her again and again, severing the relationship between father and daughter will be considered a big deal!

"Carrying...the world...dreams...your...name..."

The perverted father who held up his daughter spoke a lot, and it was incoherent and incomprehensible. But I didn’t care. I was a little nervous for some reason. I seemed to care about the little guy, and I just wanted to hear what the boy had done to her.

What kind of name was given.

"Dream!"

With a clear utterance, the director finally didn't fool me this time and didn't play audio distortion on me at the most critical moment, so that I could hear it clearly.

Dream...dream...dream...

I kept murmuring and repeating this word, and an indescribable warmth and nostalgia arose deep in my heart. The hard cheeks that I had been trying to keep calm and indifferent involuntarily softened, stretched, and exposed.

A smile that comes from the joy of the soul.

It's a good name, so I'll forgive your perverted behavior.

Immediately, the white misty world shattered, and before I could take a long look at that little figure, everything, including myself, was sucked into a huge whirlpool.

"It hurts, it hurts..." I rubbed my temples and opened my eyes. I woke up from my dream and quickly touched my cheek. This time, I didn't even cry. Instead, I was smiling in my dream. Mommy, shouldn't I?

Set off a bunch of firecrackers to celebrate?

etc……

"Who is it?!" I trembled and shouted loudly at the figure who was about to tiptoe and leave quickly before I fully woke up.

The guy who sneaked in secretly, and then tried to sneak away with a guilty conscience when I woke up, is it Crystal? Or Cirno? Or is that girl Bea? Is he trying to prank me while I'm asleep again?

It’s unforgivable, I have to teach them a lesson this time, let them know that my majesty as the head of the family cannot be violated!

But the sight of her petite back and the eye-catching, almost iconic red bow on the back of her head denied all my suspicions.

"Reimu, what are you doing in my room?" I asked puzzledly. Although this red and white princess usually doesn't have a serious look and has no moral integrity, she would not do anything to take advantage of me to sleep.

The only people who prank me on such boring things are Crystal and the others who are so naughty.

"Well...this..." The red and white princess quickly turned around and faced my scrutinizing gaze, with sweat gradually breaking out on her forehead.

"What's hidden in your hand?" I noticed her little hand behind her back and couldn't help but ask.

"No...it's nothing. It's not a big deal, to Wu." Seeing that she was about to be exposed, the red and white princess turned around and ran away without saying a word.

"Don't even think about it!" I jumped directly from the bed, flew to catch up with her, and picked her up from behind. This unscrupulous witch was 100% immune to my German arch bridge throw, but the ordinary eagle caught the chicken, but

He tried his best and picked her up easily.

"Let me see what it is. It turns out to be some white paper. You came to my room just to steal this thing?" I held the red and white princess's wrist and raised it to look at it. I was speechless.

"Nonsense... nonsense. How can a scholar stealing paper be considered stealing? He cannot be a rogue good person." The red and white princess still struggled to argue.

"Yes, yes." I didn't want to complain anymore, so I let go of the red and white princess.

"If you just want paper, just tell me no, okay?"
To be continued...