The years condense into moonlight, shining on the Everlasting Bridge.
The silver fish tail broke the tranquil lake surface, unwillingly splashing a layer of powerless waves.
She raised her breasts and her skin was like cream, shining like pearls. Stretch out your hand, and there are black and green water plants hanging on it.
That's the nearest coast.
Pairs of blue lazy eyes stared at her.
"Come, and sent you."
She swam hard against the strong evening wind.
She is the youngest child here.
Finally, in full view of everyone, she climbed onto the shore and returned to her family.
They opened their mouths, revealing their fangs, reflecting the light of the lake.
Finally, the singing started.
It was a distant and beautiful song.
Those who heard it cried, became addicted to the sound, and walked on the path of the devil step by step.
A road of no return.
——Cheng Li's poem "Miss Brownie's Skirt"
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"Ah!" I woke up in my sleep.
He touched his forehead and broke out a handful of cold sweat.
I just had a dream, in which there was a mermaid with a silver fish tail, a beautiful moonlit night and a distant song.
Logically speaking, I should not be able to remember my dreams at night. But now, except for the appearance of those mermaids, I remember everything else clearly, especially that song.
That song, that song is not an exaggeration to say it is a song of the devil.
I just listened to a few notes, and my heart seemed to have been ravaged by a pair of devil's claws. The itching is unbearable, but I can't help but look forward to the next reunion.
I sat up, unfolded my pocket watch, and found that it was already eight thirty-five. After thinking calmly for a moment, I was shocked to realize, no, the detective agency has a rare day off today!
Thinking of this good news, I originally wanted to stay at home and be comfortable for a day. But not long after I stayed, I felt uninterested anywhere and just wanted to move around.
After much deliberation, I decided to go out and do some activities. It doesn’t matter where I go.
It's cloudless today and the temperature is still good.
The street I live on is an old street that just started to be renovated this year.
Nowadays, the old and the new are intertwined. Although it has lost the quiet charm of the original years, it still has a fresh breath.
For me, a teenager in the new century, I have regained some of the feeling I had in the past.
I walked around downstairs a few times and found a fast food restaurant to eat a few bites of golden fried chicken and burgers. After drinking enough Feizhai Happy Water, I suddenly wanted to read a book.
When talking about reading, I almost didn’t hesitate and immediately thought of a place - Hoshino Satoru Bookstore.
I remember that I had never been there since I introduced Miyuki there last time.
This time I decided to go again, firstly to cultivate my sentiments, and secondly to really explore her recent situation.
When we arrived at the alley in front of the bookstore, the vines above our heads disappeared and were replaced by tiny branches one after another. The branches are tender green with new flower buds and leaves.
It is no exaggeration to say that the patterns are so sparsely intertwined that they are specially prepared.
swish swish——
A fire burned quietly beside me.
"Here we come, Si Ye."
"Flame" looked up, it was Miyuki Miyabe, the clerk of Hoshino Satoru Bookstore.
"Long time no see!" I jumped up in my heart and waved hello.
Miyuki smiled like a flower and looked completely different from before.
Her red hair made her complexion as white as snow, and her black and white skirt was stained with dust. Together with her eyelashes as long as butterfly wings, she dressed up like a fire fairy who accidentally fell into the world of dust.
She gathered up the crumbs of trash and the broom and invited me to walk down the alley.
"How are you doing?" I walked side by side with her.
"Yeah, good! Thanks to grandma, I have a lot of things I like!" As she said that, Miyuki playfully shook her head from side to side, feeling girlish.
Or perhaps, she was originally a girl, but my previous experiences made me forget this fact.
No, Adun seemed to have said... Miyuki was originally an adult.
"For example? What do you like?" But my attention quickly shifted to another thing.
"Well, I like to use my powers to swing, read, grind coffee, and drink coffee..." Miyuki picked up her fingers and counted carefully.
"That's really great," I couldn't help but sigh after hearing all about her hobbies. "It's like restarting a period of life!"
"Yes! By the way, I have a book that I like very much. Do you want to read it?" Miyuki gently twisted the ground with her leather boots. To be honest, I hope she didn't learn it from Tagore.
"Of course." I agreed.
After entering the bookstore, Miyuki's movements were obviously much more skillful than mine. She raised the wooden door and then gently lowered it.
She casually picked up the rag and wiped the chair at the door: "You have to wipe it here frequently, otherwise it will be difficult to wipe it after dust accumulates in the gaps."
"This is my exclusive seat." She patted the window seat briskly.
I took a look.
To be honest, if I were to work as an employee in this bookstore, I would choose this seat without hesitation.
The sun pours down, not dazzling, but warm.
A daisy is placed in a milky white vase, absorbing the cold light and leaving warmth behind.
There is a blue-green book on the wooden table.
"Is this the book you like?" I picked up the book and looked at it carefully.
There are lakes and beaches in the book.
A silver-white fish tail was exposed in the lake, glowing coldly in the papery moonlight. The several black shadows on the beach were even more desolate. I glanced at them coldly, and the blurred outlines looked like mermaids.
A cover like this reminds me of my dream last night.
"'Miss Brownie's Skirt' was written by Chengli Ci. He is my favorite writer!" Miyuki's hands clenched into fists and were pressed against her chest.
"Oh," I nodded, "this author sounds familiar...but the name doesn't sound like it has anything to do with the book cover."
"Indeed, I'm just halfway through reading it, and it has nothing to do with the cover. But that doesn't stop it from becoming my favorite book, hahaha..." Miyuki laughed softly.
Here, for the first time, I discovered that liveliness and restraint can appear in a girl at the same time.
To give an inappropriate metaphor, this is like... grafting sunflowers and pear blossoms?
"When talking about mermaids, it's hard not to mention singing." Miyuki opened the book.
"Oh why?"
"Because almost all books about mermaids will say that the mermaid's tears will turn into pearls, the mermaid's singing can bewitch people's hearts, and so on."
"Indeed," I nodded in agreement, "But I don't know why, even though I've heard it so many times, I don't think it's vulgar at all. Instead, it has gradually become a fixed attribute of mermaids."
"It's just like a myth with a fixed pattern." Miyuki shook her head, showing no emotion. "Speaking of singing, there is a new girl group that is very popular recently and plans to hold a charity performance. I am not very interested in these. I'm interested, but Si Ye can take your colleagues to have a look, it's pretty good to hear the rap."
"Yeah, thank you then."
"Now, the place is right here, and the time is six o'clock tomorrow night." As she said that, Miyuki took out a piece of paper and started writing.
