Chapter 41 chapter eight

I'm crying.The unsatisfactory tears fell on the sand, splashed small pits, and then dried up quickly, as if they were sucked dry by invisible ghosts in the sand.My black knight also seemed to be sucked dry, into a terrible nightmare, into the overwhelming yellow sand, into another completely unknown world.I can't let this happen, I want him back. I closed my eyes and tried to think about everything about him, his dark soft hair, pale and beautiful face, I tried to recall everything about him, from hair to nails, every inch of his skin, every smile.I mended his missing button shirt and torn waistcoat, and then, after a moment's thought, I changed him into a bomber jacket for easy movement.I know it doesn't deserve him at all, but I can't care less.After everything was done, I couldn't wait to open my eyes.

I see him.Standing in front of me again, her face was calm and her clothes were intact, which was exactly the same as the description in my memory.He stared at me silently in the dark, as if he had just been standing there, as if none of this had happened. Tears were streaming down my face and I wanted to jump right into his arms and tell him how much I loved him, but I couldn't move.My feet are nailed to the ground, I can't feel them.I just stood there stiffly and kept standing until the man came up and gently took me in his arms. "Why are you crying? Am I not here?" He gently stroked my hair, so gentle, but so strange, this is not him in my memory.

I knew he would know without me saying it, so I thought to myself: You told me I was dreaming.This is true, because I can summon a solar eclipse, and after you disappear, I can actually recreate you! "Isn't that bad?" Not good not good not good!I wiped away my tears, stared at the man in front of me, I looked into his strange eyes to confirm my thoughts, I did something that shocked us both at the same time.I pushed him away hard. "Don't come near me, Roy. I don't love you." He froze.He squinted his eyes and looked at me from head to toe. Then, those gray eyes slowly turned blue like a lake, and his long black hair shortened and gradually faded to a honey-colored golden yellow.The breeze lifted the asymmetrical curtain of hair on his forehead, and he stood looking at me with a bewitching smile.

But his face is still changing, and his height is increasing.Even his clothes changed, from what I had imagined to be a ridiculous bomber jacket, to a formal suit, but not the kind the Earl would normally wear.He has his own style and habits.I saw him wear similar clothes in the fancy dry cleaners near Knightsbridge, or in that spooky and extravagant underground palace, and the same button on his shirt hurt me when he leaned over to bite me Face. The earl's steward Sebastian, or should I call him, Murphys - the lord of dreams, finally appeared. "Really, Miss Audrey?" He looked at me with a half-smile, "I thought that night in Paris left a good impression on you."

"There is no one night in Paris." I was so nervous that my teeth chattered, but I stared at him firmly and declared to him in a very sure tone, "This summer has not passed, and I have never been to Paris at all." He gave me a look of surprise, as if to ask me "how do you know", but he quickly regained his composure. "If this is my dream, why is D appearing in my dream?" I pressed, because this might be the only chance I had to know the answer. "I gave him a bag of my sand." Morpheus smiled, but his eyes made me shudder. "Because you lost to him at chess?"

He looked surprised again. "Where is he now?" I pressed every step of the way. "I don't know." Murphys shook his head, an elusive smile appeared on his lips, "Maybe still here, maybe went to another dream." "Another dream?" "His own dream." Murphys shrugged, "I mean maybe." "Give him back to me!" The other party looked into my eyes in disbelief, and couldn't help laughing.It seems that my request is the most ridiculous thing in the world. "Miss Odell," he said with his usual respectful and contrived expression, looking at me seriously, "what's your price this time? You know I don't like type A blood."

"Don't you like to bet with others?" I rolled my eyes, "Maybe we can also gamble and see if I can get out of this dream." "You can't get out." He shook his head with a pitiful face. "Since you are so confident, why don't you give him back to me?" "You're provoking me." "Will it work?" I raised an eyebrow. He fell silent.He looked at me with the lake-blue eyes behind the hair curtain. After a long time, he said, "Miss Odell, you are indeed more difficult to deal with than I imagined. But I still want to remind you kindly, after all, this place is My territory, no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain."

"I didn't want to beat you or anything," I said honestly, "I just wanted to get out." "But here you will get everything." The other party's tone suddenly became soft, and his blue eyes were misty, as if sinking into a lake.There, countless soft aquatic plants floated around me, like countless warm arms, gently teasing me, surrounding me, and bringing me a sweet and infinite hug.The owner of the arm whispered in my ear, as if reciting an ancient spell. "You are an ordinary girl, Audrey. You are talented, gentle, and always popular. You are the darling of your parents, a gifted student in the eyes of your tutors, surrounded by countless friends, and your life is perfect and extraordinary .You also have a jealous boyfriend. You will marry him after graduation..."

"Please, haven't we already rehearsed once?" I interrupted him, "It won't work." I shrugged helplessly, "Because I already have someone I like." "But does he really love you like you love him?" Murphys looked at me quietly, speaking to the point. My throat was tight, and my beating heart seemed to be squeezed severely by a hand.I waited quietly for it to resume its frequency, and then I pressed my lips tightly together, trying to look directly into the other person's eyes to make my answer look more believable. "Don't jump to conclusions," I heard myself say clearly, "because you're not him after all."

There was a blur in front of my eyes.I blinked, and I saw Murphys in front of me disappear.At the same time, where he was standing, that frail, soap-bubble-like shadow reappeared.But the difference is that this time the color of the shadow gradually deepened and became more solid, just like a coloring painting, first a black outline, and then the various colors inside are filled in bit by bit by careful painters up.From the shade of hair to the patterns on shoe uppers, the texture of skin, the color of nails, the buttons of seashells on satin shirts and the detailed tapestry of waistcoats.I looked up and saw those familiar gray eyes again, twinkling like stars in the dark night.

"What is this?" He looked down at the inexplicable leather jacket on himself, and frowned. "Probably the program went wrong." I looked up at the sky, and the sky returned to the translucent glass cover before. The shining silver ring just now had disappeared, and all the stars had also disappeared. "What procedure?" He couldn't understand. "The program used to program the dream." My eyes are still staring at the empty sky above my head, because I've heard that's the only way to keep the tears from flowing. He took a deep breath, then took a step up and took my hand. My heart skipped a beat and I was forced to turn my eyes to look at his face.But at this moment, the other party's gray eyes were full of anxiety and worry. "Run!" he said to me. "What?" I thought I had heard wrong.The surroundings have already returned to calm, and there is not even a trace of wind.What the hell is he talking about? "Run!" He yanked me so hard that I almost fell down again.I threw myself on top of him, and only then did I see the scene around me clearly.Although the sky above the head has not changed at all, but the ground under the feet is shaking again, all the sands start to move, and along a point in the distance, the whole world is involved in a huge spiral, and the horrible hourglass before appears again, But this time, there is no chessboard in the middle. The middle is empty.All the sand between the sky and the earth is rapidly spinning and flowing into the bottomless black hole in the center. I don't know what is at the other end of the black hole.Apparently, neither did my companions.He just held my hand tightly, and the two of us ran desperately on this piece of lost yellow sand. The sand under my feet was rushing, like water, like time, they rushed over my bare ankles, making my legs heavier and heavier.If it wasn't for him pulling me so hard, I think I would have stopped.But I can't stop, as long as I stop running, I will immediately be swallowed by the billowing yellow sand, sliding into the very center of the black hole like a slide, and sliding into the huge hourglass.I can't stop, I can't give up. But it's a run with no end in sight.Murphys told me long ago that this is his territory.No matter what I do it is in vain.No matter how I run, no matter how hard I try, what is waiting for me in front of me is the same piece of yellow sand, with no end and no limit.In any case, the huge black hole at the center of the hourglass is my only home. "Odell! Odell!" Who is calling me?So close, so far away.My eyes were confused, and I couldn't see what he looked like. "Remember, this is your own dream!" my own dream?so what?I may be able to call the eclipse, mend the torn clothes, but I can't control the flow of yellow sand, I can't control this dream world. "Believe in yourself!" he yelled into my ear. I want to leave here, I want to leave this endless desert.I want to go out!My right hand was held by him, I stretched out my left hand, stretched into the endless void, imagined a brass doorknob in front of me, imagined its round shape and cold touch, held it tightly, and then twisted it lightly . With a creak, a door that appeared out of thin air opened in front of me.