moon shot plan

"You won't?" Alan Yue looked at him with drunken eyes, and after a while, he sneered: "How is it possible, isn't the singer your goddess?"

"I still remember that every time you came to the company with your father, you had to hum this song. Why do you say you can't sing now? Are you afraid that your little boyfriend thinks you are old-fashioned? Oh, after all, you are not from the same age. ..."

Xie Yi frowned, and just as he was about to speak, An Ran who was sitting next to him suddenly stood up, said, "You guys take it easy, I'm done eating," and left the table without looking back.

Furuola was stunned for a moment, and immediately sent two little flower fairies to chase after him, but instead of pulling him back by force, they took him to a room on the first floor.

An Ran calmly declined their service, closed the door, and threw herself onto the big bed in the middle of the room as if discouraged.

The bed was very light and soft, his body was completely immersed in it, like being trapped in a soft cloud, An Ran looked at the dots of fluorescent light above his head, thousands of thoughts floated up from the bottom of his heart, he slowly closed his eyes , allowing himself to drift in the darkness.

What are you looking forward to, and what are you afraid of?

he asked himself.

The dark abyss was about to engulf him, and a giant green eye emerged from the darkness. It seemed to be looking down at him mercilessly, but it also seemed to have some deep meaning.

Was it jealousy?

He opened his eyes in a daze, peeking at the magic eye imprint on his palm through the small gap.

Why does it make me feel sad to see him and Alan Yue getting to know each other so well?

Why do I feel bitter when I see his eyes not only lingering on me?

An Ran was staring blankly at the imprint in his hand, but suddenly heard someone knock on the door of his room, and the man who made him flustered asked outside the door: "An Ran, are you okay? Can I come in?"

It's Xie Yi...why is he here?Didn't you sing with Alan Yue?

That weird sour feeling came up again.

"I'm fine, it's just that I'm drunk, I'll be fine after a while, you guys go on, don't worry about me." An Ran tried her best to maintain a calm voice.

"Did you feel uncomfortable after drinking too much? I'll get you a few cups of nectar to wake you up from the bar, otherwise you'll be uncomfortable after sleeping like this." Xie Yi said, as if he was about to ask the little flower fairies for nectar, An Ran hurriedly called out He: "No need, I'm really fine, I just drank two more glasses, I'll be fine after a night of sleep... Your nectar, please give it to His Royal Highness Shenzi, he drank a lot more than me."

After An Ran finished speaking, she pulled off the quilt and covered her head, and called out again: "Sleeping."

He didn't know if the people outside the door heard it, so he simply forced himself to close his eyes, empty his mind, and suppress all his wild thoughts and endless entanglements. After a while, he really fell into a sleepy dream .

The moment he completely fell asleep, he seemed to feel someone leaning down and kissing his ear lightly: "I wish you a sweet dream."

An Ran was falling asleep in a daze, and after an unknown amount of time, she suddenly felt a gust of moist warm wind blowing in front of her face, and the familiar deep bell rang again.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, only to find that he was not on the big soft and spacious bed just now, but lying on the pure white floor tiles, and not far away were a few white pigeons happily pecking at someone who didn't know who it was. The grains left behind make a cooing sound from time to time.

what's the situation? !

An Ran was jolted, and his mind was mostly awake in an instant. He looked up, and sure enough, he saw the familiar steeple again. Under the blue sky, the noble silver-haired boy was singing country tunes cheerfully.

"Ailanyo, you're singing those infamous love poems again." A small black figure suddenly flew out from the shadows, the speaker's voice was still immature, but his tone was very old-fashioned: "I see those Baicheng None of the divine envoys would sing like this."

"What's wrong? Can't sing love poems, or can't sing so badly?" The beautiful silver-haired boy turned around and opened his arms, as if to hug the little black shadow. The black shadow hesitated, like He wanted to hide, but in the end he was held in his arms.

That is really a little thing that doesn't fit in with Baicheng, because he looks too gloomy. Although he looks like a fat and handsome baby, whether it's the curved horns on his head, the black bat wings on his back, or even Those emerald-like eyes seemed to indicate evil and darkness.

An Ran stared blankly at the little thing in the boy's arms, and thought in disbelief: Oh my god, the horn on the top of the head, the bat wings and tail behind him, and those green eyes... Isn't this a little devil?

This is Baicheng, a place of pilgrimage for believers; the silver-haired boy is the Son of God in his youth, the incarnation of the most holy power in the legend...

How could there be demons entering Baicheng?And I also know Alan Yue!

Just when An Ran was amazed by this, the little devil lying in Alan Yue's arms raised his eyes to look at the beautiful silver-haired boy, and said expressionlessly: "They don't know how to sing love poems, let alone Shepherd's song. Don't you all think that's a cheap, dirty, useless emotion?"

"Who told you?" Alan Yue smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched his face: "Why are you so bitter and bitter all day, as if you were hurt by someone?"

The green-eyed little devil fluttered his wings twice, as if he was about to escape, but Alan Yue hugged him even tighter. He seemed to be begging, but also acted coquettishly: "I'm just joking, you know I'm here alone How boring, don't fly away suddenly, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

The little devil lowered his eyes to look at him, slowly stopped struggling, raised his fair face, and snorted coldly: "That's not because you don't have wings."

"Yeah, I don't have wings." Alan Yue couldn't help laughing when he saw that he was obediently still.He became playful, and quietly poked his hands back, but as soon as his fingertips touched the base of the wings, the indifferent little devil shook his whole body, and before he could withdraw his hand, the pair of wings were firmly pressed down. He came down, clamping his hands between his thin shoulder blades and his back.

The skin on that spot was extremely tender and extremely hot. The hot Alan Yue screamed, and wanted to pull his hand out, but was pressed tightly by the frightened little devil.In the end, he could only smile helplessly, and softened his voice: "Okay, I just wanted to tease you just now, don't be afraid."

"Who's afraid?" The little green-eyed devil snorted coldly, and looked away uncomfortably. However, his cold tone and nonchalant expression were extremely inconsistent. The pair of bat wings behind him were trembling. Trembling tremblingly, it took a long time to carefully put it away, as if it had just recovered from the fright.

Ai Lanyue took this opportunity to quickly pull out his hand, only to find that his hand had been burned red.

"Oh my god, how hot you are." Alan Yue smiled and blew on the back of his hand. The skin there was originally extremely white and tender, but after being scalded, it became red obviously, although it didn't hurt very much. But it's also shocking to watch.

"Who told you to touch me suddenly." The little devil pouted, and said righteously: "Didn't anyone tell you that the devil's wings can't move around?"

"It's true that no one told me." Alan Yue pinched his nose with a smile, leaned over and whispered, "They only told me to stay away from demons—we are enemies, enemies forever."

"...Do you think so too?" The little devil blinked, and his long eyelashes cast a trembling shadow on his pale skin.

"If I feel the same way, why did I become good friends with you?" Alan Yue pressed his forehead with a smile, and said lightly, "It's just what my mother said."

"Your mother? She is Her Majesty, do you just call her that? It's too disrespectful." The little devil turned his head uncomfortably, frowning slightly: "You will tell her about me What? Tell that beautiful and holy lady that a demon comes to you every day?"

"First of all, the word 'mother' is what I learned from the humans who came from outside. They all call the woman who gave them life this way. I don't think there is any disrespect in it; Tell her about... what's the use of telling her, I'll only lose a friend to accompany me, you know, the days of retreat on the steeple are really boring, if you can't fly up and say something to me If not, I'm afraid I'll go crazy in this confinement—"

"Finally, I want to declare that you don't come to see me every day, my dear, can't you come every day?" He blinked his golden eyes, looking expectantly at the little devil in his arms: "I really am I can't bear the days when you're not around anymore, the scenery of Baicheng hasn't changed at all from morning to night, I can only watch alone from the tower...ah, I don't even want to sing."

The corners of the little devil's mouth curled up, as if he wanted to laugh, but he quickly suppressed it, and with a straight face, he said seriously: "I'm also very busy every day, and I try to spare time when I can fly over to find you." gone."

"Yes, I can see it. You are His Majesty the Demon King, and you are in charge of everything." Alan Yue smiled and shaved his face, pretending to admire him: "I heard that the Demon King born in the abyss is She has a pair of emerald green eyes, and when I saw them today, they were as green as emeralds."

The little devil sat upright again, and said seriously: "It's not emerald, it's the color of magic flame."

"So that's how it is..." Alan Yue looked at him with a smile, and immediately answered the sentence, which was enough to save face.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" The little devil raised his face, his green eyes darkened: "Why aren't you afraid of me?"

"Well... I don't know." Alan Yue thought about it, and finally smiled indifferently: "I think this is fate, or some kind of induction? It's like when you found me who was singing, I also found you hidden in the shadows, what's the reason, isn't it all because of the subtle feeling in my heart?"

"It's like you know that I will sing on the steeple that day, and I also have a vague feeling that you will watch me silently from behind at that moment... What's the point? All this seems to have happened thousands of times, so that As long as I stand there, I know whether you will come...you feel the same, otherwise why do you come here every day?"

The little devil didn't answer, but lowered his eyes, and asked again: "But you are the Son of God, you shouldn't approach me. Didn't your premonition tell you that I am dangerous?"

"Premonition... As I said, it was more like 'fate'. Fate whispered in my ear, she told me who would appear in the future and what would happen, and it did come true one by one. The doll she manipulated..."

Ai Lanyo raised his head, stared into his green eyes, and said seriously: "But I am not a puppet played by her, I don't want to walk exactly on the track she delineated, I think, so do I." Those who have a will of their own are like those outlanders who go their own way."

"They will always do things that seem incredible to us, but at least they are free. They can even decide whether to convert to the light or to join the darkness... I think I can too."

The little devil was startled when he heard the words, and it took him a long time to ask, "Like, do you have to sing the shepherd's song?"

"That's right, when I heard those shepherds singing on the prairie, I was thinking—why can't I sing? But 'fate' told me that I am the son of God, and I shouldn't be as casual as those humble commoners Singing..." At this point, Alan Yue smiled:

"But I really wanted to sing, I really wanted to, so I sang... In fact, 'fate' didn't deceive me, I really don't have any talent in this area, even if I practice it a thousand times, it's useless, but at least I did something I wanted to do."

"So your expectation of me is just the same as wanting to sing a few songs? It's just your attempt to 'be different'?" the little devil asked with a cold face.

"Where are you going?" Alan Yue pinched his face again, and said dumbfoundedly: "How can you compare with my whim at that time? I have been waiting for you on the steeple for many years!"

The little devil looked at him suspiciously.

"Really, when I was 12 years old, my mother sent me to the steeple to see me every three months... As time went on, I started to become more and more lonely, and you kept supporting me Let me go through that painful time...'Fate' told me that you will appear when I am 16." Alan Yue let out a long sigh and hugged him tighter: "Fate is still a little bit good , that is, she never lies."

"Then you still have to fight against 'fate'?" The little devil blinked, seemingly puzzled: "Anyway, what she stipulates will definitely happen, so why not walk on the track she prescribed from the beginning."

"Maybe..." Alan Yue closed his eyes and murmured.

An Ran was fascinated by watching, but suddenly heard a scream in his ear: "Ah——"

He shivered violently and sat up abruptly, only to find that there was only darkness in front of him. What white city, what steeple, what silver-haired boy, what little devil, all disappeared in smoke. Everything he saw just now seemed to be Just a wild dream.

Before he recovered from the time and space just now, he heard a few screams again. The voice was terrified, but it sounded familiar when he listened carefully. He sat on the bed blankly and reacted for a while, and then Jump up: "Isn't that the voice of Alan Yue!"

An Ran blinked her eyes vigorously, and barely recognized that this was the room where she was resting at the beginning, but when she first came in, there were still dots of fluorescent lights, but at this moment, those lights were all extinguished, and he stretched out his hand. I touched it, but only felt a thick layer of embers, and I don't know how long he slept.

A large part of An Ran's sulking before was because of Ai Lanyue. He felt that His Highness the Son of God was mean and arrogant. , this made him angry and jealous, and he was so tangled up that he didn't know what to do, but... who was that Ailanyo he just saw in the dream?

That gentle, positive, sunny boy... Is he also Alan Yue?

Of these two Alan Yues, which one is the real him?

He was sure that the dream just now was definitely not his imagination, because at the end of the last dungeon, he also entered such a magical time and space, where Alan Yue was indeed singing out of tune, and Xie Yi also confirmed this... Today's dream is obviously a continuation of the previous one. It seems that the person Ailanyo discovered at the time was actually the little green-eyed devil...

wrong……

An Ran scratched his head, trying to recall the horrible dinner he had before falling asleep - he remembered that Alan Yue, who was drunk at the time, sang a song, it was an old song that was a smash hit 30 or [-] years ago... Although An Ran doesn't know much about vocal music and dare not say how professional his singing is, at least he doesn't go out of tune and definitely deviates from his singing skills when he was a soul singer...

Is it really just an improvement in singing skills?

But it doesn't make sense for Alan to sing this kind of song on a date, and he's not a player, so how could he be so familiar with this kind of old song?If he wants to sing, he should be singing that shepherd's ditty. It's too unique to jump to the golden songs of the age in the real world so quickly!

Just when An Ran was puzzled, there were a few whimpering calls from outside the door. An Ran originally didn't want to get involved in these matters, but now Ai Lanyue's identity and the relationship between him and Xie Yi are simply unreasonable. An Ran was most concerned about the matter, so he groped out of bed, walked carefully to the door, opened the door and looked, the corridor was still dark.

How long has he been sleeping? Why is there no one outside so soon?It’s okay if no one is there, why is there no light at all?

Relying on what little memory is left, An Ran is struggling to move forward in the darkness... Obviously there were still some fluorescent lights in the huts made of rattan before, but now there is only darkness left, except for the few screams just now , everything around is quiet, the doors and windows on both sides are closed tightly, as if everyone is asleep.

Are you asleep?

An Ran frowned, called out [Santa Anna's Star Lamp] and held it in her hand, curiously looked at the small window on the side, only to find that there was a thin layer of ashes on the window. It seems that it is far more delicate and crystal clear than ashes.

But the strange thing is that he clearly remembered that the windows he saw were all fragments of bright light, so there was no ashes... Only the doors and windows on the second floor upwards were covered with ash.

An Ran was wondering, when he heard someone knock on his glass lampshade, he looked down in surprise, but saw only a small blue shadow.

"Dear guest, lights cannot be lit at night in the land of the gods." The petite creature said: "Lights will attract monsters."

It's Xiaolan, that beautiful little flower fairy.

It was the first time for An Ran to observe a flower fairy at such a close distance. She was indeed very beautiful. If she looked carefully, she even felt that they were more aura than Flora and those fairies.However, she is also really fragile, just the pair of trembling thin wings makes An Ran worry endlessly, lest the light will burn her.

"I thought it was you elves who would be afraid." An Ran put away the lantern and said with emotion: "After all, you look so fragile."

"We're not afraid." Xiaolan said, clasped her hands together, and held out a shiny fluorite: "Actually, without these lights, we really couldn't survive."

"Then..." An Ran stared at her illuminated face in the dark, stunned for a while, as if remembering something, and asked again: "I see that you all had lights on before, so you are not afraid of attracting monsters?" ?”

"That's not light, but stardust. Monsters don't show themselves under the starlight. Only after those stardusts burn out and turn into dust, will they show their original shape and hunt around..." Xiaolan held the stardust The little broken star flew to the window, looked at the dust on it, and seemed to let out a sigh.

"...Why did you come out? Did you also hear that scream?" An Ran asked tentatively, "Do you know where His Royal Highness's room is, and can you take me there?"

"I..." Xiaolan seemed to be about to agree, when a chuckle came from behind them, and An Ran turned her head away, only to see Furuola was yawning lazily while wearing a thin feather gauze. Smile at them.