Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"I guess." Ye Kong said lazily, holding up his face, "When she was drawing, she definitely didn't think that the messy story she made up would be used by others for reading comprehension."

The performance on the stage continues.

It was not the first time that Ye Kong watched a musical, but it was the first time he watched a musical adapted from "Flower of the Galaxy".

In the past, when I saw actors using singing and exaggerated body language to express the plot, I just thought it was novel and interesting. But now when I apply it to my own works, it seems weird no matter how I watch it.

but……

·

Soon it was night.

The stage grew darker.

But the "river" is still glowing.

A huge water tank was pushed onto the stage, with ripples in the water, accompanied by water plants and reefs.

The moonlight sprinkled on the water, and soon, Rose plunged into the water to look for the shadow of the god.

It’s not the reef, it’s not the water grass, it’s not the fish school…

She eventually found a hermit crab in the shadows.

The shadow of the gods dwells here.

After knowing her purpose, the god gave a reply.

When He speaks, every grain of sand and every pebble becomes His mouthpiece, enveloping the entire hall.

"Do you really want to find your friend?"

The god asked: "I am different from that elf. I can really fulfill one of your wishes. As long as you want, I can immediately open a passage and let you go to the Milky Way and see the Milky Way Flower."

"No, I need to find my friends."

The hermit crab let out a long sigh: "Okay."

The river suddenly became turbulent.

Rose, floating in the water like a mermaid, did not notice that the gray shadow had covered the entire riverbed and was even spreading toward the shore.

The music also becomes eerie and ethereal at the right time.

It makes people feel as if they are among the vast stars, and also as if they are sinking into the deep sea.

·

"He is a two-faced god, one face is a monkey, the other face is an antelope."

"Do you think He is a monkey during the day and an antelope at night, or an antelope during the day and a monkey at night?"

"The mirror I stole was not a mirror, the mirror I stole was time."

"The mirror shattered and turned into a river, and the chaotic time and space turned into a vortex."

"Your friend is trapped in the vortex, which one do you think it is?"

·

The elves sang and spun outside the tank.

Ye Kong was so entranced that he gradually stopped finding it strange. Instead...

"It looks pretty good." She muttered, "Although it's a smaller version, it's pretty consistent with my imagination."

"What?" Tu Wan didn't hear clearly.

Ye Kong raised his eyebrows: "I said it looks pretty good."

"The troupe should be very happy to receive such an evaluation." Tu Wan smiled and asked, "Why do you think she painted it like this?"

"The god asked the same question again and got the same answer. Most people thought this was a display of Rose's loyalty and loyalty, but some people thought this was a display of cruel reality - because whether it was a thief disguised as a wishing elf or a god with two faces who represented both death and life, they were not really good people. They both misled Rose."

"..."

Perhaps the performance on the stage was indeed very exciting and beautiful, and even evoked her memories of painting in the past. So Ye Kong, who originally did not want to answer, thought about it and suddenly laughed. She tilted her head towards Tu Wan and whispered: "I'll tell you a secret."

Tu Wan listened attentively, pretending to listen.

"Actually," the girl said slowly, "the author didn't think that much. She just had a bad taste."

"Because her instinct made her paint Rose as a cold-blooded person, her instinct made her choose the Milky Way flower instead of the violet, so she had to go against her instinct - this has nothing to do with the readers, it's just the product of her quarrel with herself."

"To the immortal demon, she is not the brave and vibrant rose in the story."

Tu Wan seemed surprised by everything he heard. He couldn't help but tilt his head and put his ear closer, as if he couldn't wait to find the answer, or perhaps... to find the person who made up the story.

"Who is she in the story?" Tu Wan asked anxiously, "Is she a god?"

"Do not."

The girl smiled: "She is the rootless, shapeless, heartless and emotionless flower of the Milky Way."

·

The girl sat in a dark corner, concentrating on painting.

From dawn to dusk, my fingers couldn't stop shaking.

The dean's son died, and the dean and his wife also passed away, leaving behind only a bitter and absent-minded "I'm sorry".

Then she went from being a nobody who had a good life in the courtyard and was envied by everyone to being a punching bag that everyone could punch.

At first, I was knocked down for no apparent reason every day, my chopsticks and bowl were taken away, and my quilt and sheets were wet.

Seeing that the new dean did not do anything, they became more brazen and started beating people.

But Ye Shiyi is not the kind of kid who would quietly accept a beating.

After her head was smashed hard with a bench, those people no longer dared to beat her openly, but they continued to do small actions in secret.

She often wore torn clothes, carried a schoolbag covered with drawings, and often did not have enough food to eat - but as long as no one did anything to her, she seemed to feel nothing about it.

She really felt nothing.

Rather, she was confused. She didn't understand why her life seemed to be in disarray as soon as the dean left.

She didn't understand why the new dean didn't teach those naughty little beasts a lesson.

What she didn't understand most was why she felt nothing about all this - no hatred, no anger, no sadness or loss.

"Flower of the Galaxy" appeared at this moment.

One quiet night—now she only felt quiet at night—she squatted under the slide in the yard that had a hole in it, and saw the Milky Way through the hole.

Then the picture naturally emerged in her mind. She drove those strange people to do those strange things and then encountered strange scenery.

At first it was just to pass the time and follow my instinct.

Later, she began to feel unhappy, upset, and even angry about this instinct.

But she was a person who would never give in, so the worse she felt, the more she would find ways to calm herself down - her method was to fight against her instincts and not paint the way she originally wanted to.

So Rose encountered more and more strange troubles, and in these troubles she became better and better, more courageous and powerful... a flower.

After the publication of "Flowers of the Galaxy", it caused quite a stir in the children's literature circle, and later its influence grew. The fact that the author was a little girl made everyone amazed.

Everyone was guessing that the girl must have grown up in a happy, loving family to be able to draw such a romantic and imaginative story, but no one knew that "Flower of the Galaxy" was just the product of an orphanage child's attempt to find inner order in a disordered life.

Originally in her mind, every character in the story had no representative meaning.

Later, during an anonymous interview, an editor asked her this question: "Which character in the story do you think is most like you?"