After the Little Crybaby Enters the Nightmare Cycle - Chapter 121

The face in the mirror image has a pair of faint green eyes, and there are moles of tears on the left and right corners of the eyes. It is unique and melancholy. A silver-white hair hangs loosely on the shoulders, and the eyelashes and the tail of the eyes are wet, and the face is tired. The color is not dissipated, as if just waking up with tears from a nightmare.

“Excuse me, can you hear me?” Chi Nan tried to convey the voice to each other through consciousness connection, just like when You Yu “shared the senses”.

But the face of the person in the mirror was indifferent.

“Hey…” Chi Nan suddenly didn’t know how to call “self”, and tried to ask again, “Can’t you hear my voice?”

Unable to wait for the answer, he was unwilling to continue asking, “Are you the dream maker? Or…Are you the dream maker?”

These questions were destined to wait for the other party’s answer, and Chi Nan stopped using useless questions.

At this moment, the voice of the body owner came–

“Why does this pocket watch appear here?”

“No…Whose pocket watch is this? Have I seen it? Why do you feel familiar when you first wake up?”

“What I dreamed of just now, I remembered it when I woke up, but I can’t remember it at all now…”

Talking words came from all directions, and Chi Nan confirmed in the mirror that the owner of the body was not speaking.

Then these voices…

Chi Nan was startled, he could clearly hear what the body owner was thinking!

The opponent’s thinking path will be transformed into a voice and transmitted to his ears, but the other party does not know his existence.

Chi Nan persuaded himself to calm down quickly and clear the current chaotic and absurd situation——

He is like an uninvited guest standing in one-way glass, silently observing the owner’s every move and even listening to his thinking.

Moreover, the owner of the body, who was forgotten many years ago by him…

What time is it now? Looking at this outfit, “I” is the dream **** in the legendary dawn tower? Is 9 alive? Is “The Crying Boy” already born?

At the junction of the second-level dream and the third-level dream, the system transmits him back to the body of the ‘past self’, which must be to provide important clues through the backtracking of the scene.

Chi Nan tried to synchronize his body with his “past self”, waiting for the long-forgotten memory to reappear before his eyes.

…

Dreaming God held his pocket watch, and the turbulent noise in his ears immediately stopped, and he gained a long-lost and short-lived silence.

The tears stopped temporarily, and he carefully put the pocket watch into his arms.

This pocket watch that appeared beside his pillow inexplicably seemed to possess a strange calming power.

But he also knows that all the inexplicable has a reason, this pocket watch appears here at this moment, there must be a metaphor or purpose.

Not only is calm, this pocket watch also feels unique to him.

I seemed to have seen this thing in my dream just now, and I missed it very familiarly and very far away, as if I missed the future I had never seen before.

Dreaming God sat up from the bed, he stood by the window and looked at the endless gray rain curtain beyond the tower.

The pollution caused by human negative emotions has become more and more serious. The rain has fallen for thousands of days and nights. Not only himself, but even the sculptures under the Tower of Dawn have begun to cry.

Curses and bad luck spread wantonly in the humid air, and he was helpless.

The Dreaming God overlooked the entire Dreaming City from the high tower. The once prosperous city is now mostly abandoned, and most of the residents have moved out of here.

Although they know that leaving their hometown is only psychological comfort, and curses and bad luck have been carved into their bones and blood, as rich and long as the desires they once wished to satisfy, they still try to find some redemption from their migration.

Today, the cursed Dream City is home to some homeless people, patients who have escaped from mental hospitals, prisoners being pursued, artists who are crazy in their bones, and the gods of dreams who are still “obsessed with not understanding”. Volunteers, and the wizarding organization trying to destroy everything.

Dreaming God never cares about humans, even if they want to destroy him.

God does not face the fear of death, nor does he have attachments to life.

He just suddenly thought of walking under the Dawn Tower today, although he could not go too far.

God didn’t need to make a choice, he just had to follow his own inner thoughts, so he changed into the clothes that an ordinary boy would wear, shortened his hair, held a red umbrella, and walked like a young master. The most secret exit of the Tower of Dawn came in the rain, along the wet gravel road to the thorny area where countless artists and lunatics were mixed.

His dressing is incompatible with the decadent surroundings.

The teenagers incarnate of gods quickly became the focus of all eyes. They looked at the teenagers with a kind of scrutiny, suspicion, and a little impolite and aggressive gaze. No one thought that today’s Dream City is still inhabited by such expensive little ones. Master.

The Dream God completely ignored their eagerness, and walked forward calmly in the dense rain.

Everyone stopped their work, no one wanted to look away, but no one dared to take a step closer.

“Brother, do you need to draw a portrait?”

The voice of another teenager came from the corner of the street, and the rain suddenly became denser, and the dim sky light seemed to be brightened by the water light.

The Dreaming God turned his head, and met a tall young boy who looked at him, and the other party smiled a little dazzlingly.

For an instant, time seemed to stand still. Chi Nan, who was hiding in the consciousness of the **** of dreaming, had the illusion of a heavier heartbeat. He wasn’t sure whether it was his heartbeat or the heartbeat of the body owner.

He just realized that he seemed to have experienced it at this moment.

And this young man with a drawing board on his back is the number 9 when he grows up.

“But I didn’t bring money when I went out.”

Time began to flow again, and the dreaming **** holding the red umbrella approached the boy.

The young man laughed: “I don’t charge your money, do you want to try it?”

He took the red umbrella in Dream God’s hand, wiped the black stool around him that had been splashed with a little rain, and placed it in a position just right for painting.

“Is it really possible? Thank you.”

Dreaming God sat on the stool in compliance with his inner curiosity.

“Don’t be nervous, is this your first time painting a portrait?”

The boy’s smile was bright, and it had the same power as the pocket watch to relax the **** of dreams. The **** of dreams let out a sigh of relief: “Yes.”

The paintbrush made a rustling sound on the paper, just like in the countless rainy nights in 206, You Yu used the paintbrush to reproduce the appearance of Chi Nan in his memory.

“Your eyes are so beautiful. I know someone many years ago. His right eye is as green as yours.” The boy paused, as if recalling something, “It’s not a normal green, it’s a beautiful green.”

Dreaming God has a very strong ability to perceive emotions. At this moment, he can feel the loneliness in the teenager’s emotions: “How is your friend?”

The boy’s hand paused, and then he smiled helplessly: “Friend?”

He said and shook his head: “He is not my friend. We have known each other for no more than 24 hours.”

The Dream Maker keenly asked: “What happened?”

The boy holding the paintbrush shrugged: “He disappeared suddenly, as if he had never appeared before.”

“I’m sorry,” said the **** of dreams, “all appearances are meaningful.”

He will only give mankind the realization of wishes or bring bad luck, but will not comfort mankind.

Who knows the boy laughed: “It’s like you appear here, did I finish this painting for you?”

The Dreaming God choked, then bluntly said: “Yeah.”

The teenager smiled happily.

As the rain fell, their clothes were soaked and damp in the air before long. Dreaming God is a very good model who has enough patience and willpower to stay motionless for a long time.

“Why don’t you leave Dream City?” After a while, he looked at the young man and asked, “It’s already terrible here.”

“Although it is full of curses, I heard that occasionally wishes can be realized. Although the probability is lower, there is still hope, isn’t it?” The boy said naturally.

“What is your wish?” Dreaming God asked him.

Teenager: “I haven’t thought about it yet.”

“Aren’t you afraid of cursing?” Dreaming God asked again.

“This kind of thing doesn’t matter.” Anyway, he was born with a curse, the boy thought, of course he is not afraid of the things that are born with him, he has long been used to injustice and bad luck.

The Dreaming God stared at him quietly without speaking.

The teenager didn’t like this sympathetic silence. He continued: “And I promised others that I can’t leave if things are not done.”

Dreaming God: “Can I help you?”

“Thank you, I’m afraid no one can help me,” the boy curled his lips. “I need to go into that tower, find the **** who lives in it, and then convince him to let me draw a portrait, ridiculous?”

Dreaming God frowned: “Who asked you to do this?”

The boy shook his head: “It’s the guy who can’t be called a friend.”

After a pause, the boy laughed and said, “It doesn’t matter. I didn’t promise that the other party will do it. After all, no one can get into that tower.”

“Besides, I don’t like painting old men either.” The boy curled his lips, seeming to believe that the **** in the tower was a terrible old man.

“…Oh,” the **** of dreams has a subtle expression, “will you stay here all the time?”

The boy nodded: “I like it here. There are accidents happening here every day. It’s not boring at all.”

As he said, he raised his eyes to the dreaming **** who was so calm and integrated with the rain curtain behind him: “What about you? Why don’t you leave?”

Dreaming God honestly said: “I was born here, and I can’t leave.”

At this moment, there was a gust of wind blowing down the corridor, and the rain just caught the dream god’s eyes, his eyelashes trembled fiercely, and two tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

The painter didn’t ask the other party why he was crying. His eyes were shining, and his blood boiled with inspiration. Two tears appeared on the boy’s face on the canvas, blending with the endless rain in the background.

The whole picture came to life in an instant.

Next is the silence that can’t even hear the breath. The young man is immersed in his own creation, and the dreaming **** also feels the long-lost peace.

After half an hour, the painting is complete.

The painter puts the work in the hands of the dream maker: “Satisfied?”

The God of Dreams fixedly looked at himself in tears in the painting, while Chi Nan stared at a certain memory that was gradually resurrecting through the eyes of God of Dreams.

“Thank you, by the way…” The Dreaming God carefully put away the portrait and took out the pocket watch from his arms, “This, it feels very suitable for you, although it doesn’t seem to be very valuable.”

The boy took the pocket watch and opened the cover, frowning at 12:20 that stopped on the dial: “Does this time have any special meaning?”

The dream maker said: “I don’t know, but I have an intuition that this watch should belong to you.”

Chi Nan, who was sealed in his consciousness, also received his intuition.

Chi Nan’s breathing suddenly stopped, and the truth became clear.

“Okay, then I will accept it.”

The boy cherished his pocket watch very much, “Brother, will we see each other again?”

Dreaming God thought about it seriously: “If you hope, you will definitely meet.”

“Can you tell me your name?” the boy asked after chasing his back.

The **** of dreams paused, he never had a name, everyone called him the **** of dreams.

This is not a pleasant thing.

The air was still, and the rain fell in the decadent Dream City, damp and pattered.

“I want to know your name,” the boy looked at the other party silently, and continued to ask, “Can you?”

What should I call…? This can make the **** of dreams difficult.

After a while, he suddenly had some inspiration.

“…Chi Nan.”

A name was born in his subconscious, and he blurted it out, turning into words exposed in the damp air.

“My name, Chi Nan.”

The Dreaming God looked at the painter boy through the rain.

The name “Chi Nan” was made up casually on a whim, or perhaps it was some kind of prophecy, some kind of end and beginning, who knows.

——My name, Chi Nan.

This is the thing that Chi Nan remembers most clearly and most surely after hundreds of years of being sealed in “The Crying Boy”.

His name was born in this ordinary rainy afternoon, after meeting a young painter.

He gave it to himself.