About my death opening new doors

Before meeting Lu Chuan, the little monster had never "really" come into contact with human beings, just like the very careless name "little monster", but it was the first name that belonged to it after Lu Chuan came.

It is the same as the aborigines in the space. Its impression of human beings only comes from the short moment when it was created-this is why they came here.

To be more precise, what they see and remember is the spiritual sea in which they were born.Or a seedbed, or a starry sky.So gorgeous and warm, it seems that there will always be flowers blooming like trees and silver flowers.Then with a "snap", they are like the most beautiful flowers, born in a light sleep, a daze, and a fleeting fluctuation, accompanied by a knowing smile of human beings.

It is a gentle and beautiful creature.

After thinking like this for another moment, maybe a little longer, a little longer, at last, at this time, they will fall into the suspended river, like the melting river water at the beginning of life, pushing them gently to the end of the blue, like the last breath in the world. tenderness.

It is the blue of the highest sky, without the gorgeous warmth of memory, only the never-ending mint-scented snowflakes-and they will eventually become one with it.

Both warm and cool...Human beings are really strange... The little monster gnawed slowly while holding its own tail, watching Lu Chuan float towards him.

When Lu Chuan first came here, he took on the role of a ghost very much. He was indifferent to life and death. After being taken for a tour by a little monster for a few days——Lu Chuan divided the time by falling asleep and waking up. This 20-year-old boy seemed to have finally found a tree. The small saplings with suitable soil finally began to straighten their branches, and their branches and leaves finally began to stretch, and their handsome faces seemed to be about to shine.

He learns how to find oddly shaped natives in seemingly empty spaces like little monsters.He listened to the fish with goat horns telling a beautiful story about the sky and the river, and he also knew that each pair of wings with strange shapes was a dream of a boy and girl flying.He seeks out mint-coloured shards of snowflakes, each a forgotten thought; and collects fallen fragments, out of which he weaves a whole story.

When he still had a heavy body, breathing and heartbeat that were not restrained by him, the world was nothing but indifferent paleness to him.But now, when he took off his body, the world seemed to open up a soft interior for him.

free!free!Lu Chuan seemed to be filled with all the positive energy, extremely relaxed and happy.

He had been free and active for many days, but this time he came to show the little monster a "suddenly found treasure".

They went all the way downstream, more and more downward, until the little monster finally stopped before he wanted to leave impatiently.

A small garden.

There is no bright charm, and there is no incomplete and weird sense of shock. It is quite well-behaved.What makes it special is its neatness.

Whether it was like this when it came, or it gradually disappeared later, this space has never been complete, it is simply a group of demons dancing wildly.In such a big environment, there is such a well-tended garden, how can Lu Chuan not be surprised.

What's more, "Look, look!" Lu Chuan carefully held a flower in front of the little monster, like a child holding a precious fairy tale book, and the story of a rabbit emerged in the center of the flower like a movie. "Every flower is a story! It's like a fairy tale, so cute."

Lu Chuan lingered in this garden almost every day, and only today made up his mind to bring his "friend" here.

Unexpectedly, the little monster ignored him at all, it stared straight ahead with a very nervous expression: "Shh—don't talk—"