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That night, I had a dream.
It was not the nostalgic, complicated world in the fog, the lonely man holding the sword, but this dream gave me a... slightly happy aftertaste, at least at the beginning.
It seems that I am in a desolate and dangerous world. I don’t know why, but for some reason, I have become a super big daddy, taking care of ten babies at the same time. I am busy with many things. As soon as I take care of this one, the other one starts crying again. When they were busy running over, the third and fourth ones woke up again, crying loudly, living a busy life of babies singing every day in a cave that seemed to be very hidden.
The source of food is very scarce. Fortunately, I don’t know who is helping. There is at least no problem with the supply. The world in the dream is too vague. I can’t even remember clearly what the ten babies look like. I just vaguely feel that I and the baby Our situation seemed to be very dangerous. Looking back, I felt that there were always unscrupulous people who wanted to harm me.
In the blink of an eye, it seems that many years have passed in the dream world. The ten babies have grown into pink and babbling little girls. They are very bearish and jump up and down every day, like monkeys, so I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief. I was even more anxious, and my situation was not much better than when they were babies. Anyway, what I remember most clearly is how busy I was.
Fortunately, although the little girls are all very naughty and have to kick the quilt back and forth ten times while sleeping, which almost makes me catch a cold, they at least listen to me and tell them not to do this. They will be obedient immediately, but The effect does not last long. After a while, I forgot about it and started messing around again.
At this time, some brave ones had already brought their sisters with them. They sneaked out when I wasn't paying attention and started running rampant in the neighborhood. Although our situation still seemed very dangerous, I still clearly remember that I was always nagging them in my dreams and worried about them every day. However, their nature seems to be like this and cannot be described as naughty alone. I don’t know what’s going on. The information in the dream is too vague. I just vaguely know that this is their instinct and it is something that cannot be stopped.
After a few years, the little girls finally grew up into little lolita, and their destructive power increased day by day. At this time, our situation became more delicate, and we could no longer continue living in the place where we had been living for several years, because the little lolita were causing trouble everywhere and had attracted the danger I had been worried about, and they were finally discovered. So he seemed to be living a life of wandering and running for his life.
Several times I thought the group was going to be wiped out, but I don’t know whether it was my luck (actually, it doesn’t matter if this option can be crossed out) or the tenacity of the little lolita who managed to escape from death time and time again. The little Lolita who already possess the fighting power to match their mischievous abilities, after being tempered again and again, are like the protagonists in the novel, growing up in difficult situations. After death, I had an epiphany and became more and more powerful. I could only watch them fight from the sidelines and couldn't help in any way.
It was also at that time that I clearly remembered that in the dream I sighed with loneliness and relief: the children (girls) and sons (sons) have grown up. Their vigorous, flexible and powerful skills are exactly how they flap their wings, jump up from the bird's nest and soar into the sky.
In this way, they lived a life of fugitives who were protected by the children. A few years later, they finally became the giant eagles dominating the sky. I don’t know when, there were no pursuers behind them. I don’t know when, they were already there. He chased his opponent and killed him.
I don’t know when, in my mind, the ten babies who seemed to be crying for food have become proud and majestic girls. I don’t know when, they seem to have a noble status, and there are no other girls wherever they go. Anyone can stand in front of them and hold their head up.
When the chicks grow up, they will eventually leave their parents and make the world their home. The self in the dream has also ushered in this moment. I can’t remember what the opportunity was. Under the suffocating upbringing of myself, who has never been a father, these ten people have become The girls who grew up and possessed extraordinary means and strength that far exceeded my father, left one by one without saying goodbye, without even leaving a note.
Perhaps, my mission in this life has been completed, and I have no regrets. It may be my next fate to disappear silently. However, even if I am under the Nine Springs, I can still live for myself, not for my ten children. Proud - I have personally witnessed the growth of ten girls who have the template of the protagonist. Their achievements along the way make me dare not use the word "raise" as a blasphemy, because apart from taking care of them, I have never taught them. Any useful knowledge they have has paved any road for them and helped them solve any difficulties. All the achievements they have achieved are all through their own efforts.
It's like a pauper and illiterate who was so poor that he couldn't even pay for school fees. He was lucky enough to adopt ten self-taught talents, and finally became a queen with extraordinary talents and wealth through her own hard work.
If the dream ends here, then everything will be happy and perfect. However, Duke Zhou obviously did not intend to let go of me, a quasi-tragedy emperor, so easily, and let me have a happy and perfect dream.
The dream is still going on, and I don’t know how much time has passed. I am an incompetent mortal, whose behavior can make me jump on the street, but also tenacious. I don’t know why I am living. One day, I thought I would spread my wings and leave, but I ended up very far away from myself. The girls from far away finally returned.
And they came back one after another, and they were all back in the blink of an eye.
Over the years, they ran away from home and through unremitting efforts, they finally achieved extraordinary achievements. I can’t remember exactly what they were. I just have a vague feeling in retrospect that it must be something they could not imagine.
The arrogant and noble temperament that once emerged from their cocoons is now like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate, forming a domineering aura that would leave no one behind. I think this can no longer be used to describe them as mature.
The daughters who have transformed and feel strange to me have only one purpose in coming back - although I have never given them much kindness, they seem to be filial and never forget it. In order to repay this kindness, they want to pick me up and work hard for them. life on the territory.
Hmm... that seems to be the case. After all, it was just a dream. It's not easy for me to remember so much content. How many people have completely forgotten the content of their dreams as soon as they wake up.
My daughters remember their old kindness and want to provide for me in old age, which naturally makes me, as a father... no, just incompetent. The poor adopters, who were unable to give them any help, were filled with gratitude, but at this time, a problem arose.
I have ten daughters, but I can’t take care of myself. Which one should I follow? Live alone for a year? Although it is a good idea, I can't open my mouth.
Because as I said just now, my daughters are no longer the well-behaved and smart little girls and lolita that they were in those days, although they were naughty and mischievous, but they were very obedient to my words.
They already had a majesty that they could not resist and a will that could not be disobeyed. After learning that no one would give in, the next second, the originally happy family fell apart. The ten sisters who had been naughty together and fled to the world turned against each other. Just to provide for me in my old age and other issues have triggered shocking chaos and chaos.
In the dream, it seemed that because of their anger and fighting, the whole world was shattered, mountains and seas were turned upside down, and the whole world was wailing, like a hell on earth.
At the end of the dream, with strong self-blame, the cowardly self chose to escape and disappear silently...
Wake up with a start. I suddenly sat up from the bed, panting, and wiped the wet cold sweat from my forehead, feeling lingering fear from this vivid and weird dream.
what. Who wants to warn me through such a dream that Dad Aura must die?
After forcing my eyes to take a deep breath for a while, I gradually calmed down, and planned to ask Evelina what this dream was about. Was it a weird dream like a world in the fog, or was it just a random dream created by me because of certain things? One, as the saying goes, think about something every day and dream about it at night.
For example. Because I heard the story about the ten kings of hell told by the evil dragon Rena before, then, under the control of my loli control attribute, the ten kings turned into ten little girl loli. As the master of the dream, I , he shamelessly fabricated the identity of a loli adopter and lived a happy life.
Human beings are sometimes very complex, but most of the time they are easy to understand, especially for a fool like me who can see through them at a glance.
I patted my chest to soothe my heart that was slowly cooling down. My mind finally returned to reality from the dream, and then I felt a warm and soft foreign body in my arms.
When I looked down, I saw a naked ghost girl lying in my arms, with her arms hanging around her neck. Even my sudden awakening and sitting up did not wake up the sleeping little saint.
You little lazy pig saint, you are sleeping peacefully and have no idea what kind of weird and bizarre dream your knight had.
Seeing the sweet sleeping face of the little ghost, I felt a little jealous. This jealousy made me jealous. I first rubbed the little saint's face. The touch was as good as ever. Well, even if I rubbed it like this, it still felt good. Don't you want to wake up? Well, try somewhere else?
After trying it again, I said that I still underestimated the little ghost's sleeping attributes.
So, what should we do?
I carefully put the little ghost on the bed, stared at her sleeping face, lowered my head and pondered for three seconds, then an idea flashed in my mind, and I clapped my hands.
Got it!
Look at my Wu’s exclusive bed-crying move—the Armstrong spin-acceleration rear-loading Armstrong cannon, let’s go!
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