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"notice--

Toallitconcerns, notify all interested parties,

This noticeapprises, this noticeapprises,

The Hopelessdrama's Garden of Birds at this time,

Unfolding at birdyard. Happiness drama staged. "

The invited guests arrived at the gate of the courtyard, and the messenger bird took off the notice pasted on the screen. The bird that flew out of the garden stopped in front of the vine-wrapped gate, folded its wide wings, and greeted the guests at the gate. Salute.

"Please come in, please come in, my distinguished guests." The bird leading the way opened its pointed beak, and its slender and fragile neck could see its throat quivering, "Although it is too early, we have The most wonderful drama of happiness is ready for your refreshment."

The guests were surrounded by flying birds and walked into the courtyard. Behind them, the gate of the courtyard was closed, and no one would leave the courtyard until the play was over.

They passed through thorn bushes of yellow roses, and on a throne made of amber the mermaid slept with eyes down[1], her seaweed-like curls were sealed in the amber stone the moment the wind blew, and the wind The shapes are polished by time together.Her prayerful gestures led them to the ancient sundial, created long before the concept of time was established, which saw the birth of the world and the death of man, the oldest of all.

The guests did not speak, they were polite guests, no one marveled at the wonder here, they continued to move forward along the pointer of the ancient sundial, and went to the old oak tree that held the dwarf.Ugly little dwarf with a heart as transparent as glass, and in his hand a white rose whiter than pearls, who was buried in an acorn, and the birds sang a requiem for him in return—

"May the poor little dwarf go to a mirrorless heaven, where no one will send him a haughty rose. Our poor little dwarf has a heart of glass."[2]

The mocking requiem played briefly and then fell silent, and the white peacock walked ahead of them, leading the guests to the end where the birds had long since begun their tea party.

"Take your seat quickly, Ga, our tea party has begun." The bird in the center has snow-like feathers, its red eyes are blood-red, and it opened its light-colored beak when it saw the new guests , "Although you will be losers, you have staged the happiest story for us, and we will present rewards in the tea party."

The guests recognized this as a symbol of peace. Although it no longer flies the flag of peace and is more willing to set off a wave of despair and pain, its name has never changed - the dove of hope holds black tea with its wings, and it With a strange posture, he took a sip of the tea brewed from tears of despair.

"The rewards are not gems, nor gold. If you want these, there are legends of the golden land. Birds garden, blooming flowers, our rewards are related to love."

The talking bird seemed to have been pierced by an arrow through its chest, and the feathers on its chest were scarlet and bright.It is a robin, at this time it was not killed[3], but sang: "The fate of the sunflower is to bloom in the garden, we send her free, she grows outside the court, cultivates and waters love, she wants get happiness."

"Happiness, perfect happiness, has the thorn of a rose pierced through the heart. Life, however precious, is not worth a bright red rose. Despair makes happiness more perfect."

This open-mouthed bird has no bright feathers, but its voice is as gentle as a rose's thorn piercing its heart, and it steps on a red rose. [4]

It is a nightingale without a king.

"Welcome, welcome, protagonists of the world."

The golden bird sang a speech, and its cry was like an exaggerated aria from an opera, like a true gentleman, who would treasure their blood and wrath to fill his treasury.It is a canary, but today there is no cage, it can sing to its heart's content.

"We knew you would definitely receive the invitation, so we waited here for a long time. There were nasty crows trying to make trouble—but don't worry about anything, there are no crows today."

The birds beside it laughed.

"I chased it away, and it wanted to ruin my—ga, story, my perfect story," said the smiling dove.

"I eat it, and all selfish creatures will wash away their sins in my womb," said the weeping vulture.

"I bless it, sin means redemption can exist," said the swan of mercy.

"The crows are not here," they sang.

"Selfish crow deserves to be punished."

The golden bird spoke again: "Dear guests, don't be afraid, the tea party has already begun."

With the sound of the birds, the puppet-like guests find their souls again. They are no longer characters manipulated by the story, but human beings who have escaped the stories the birds made up.

The leading brown-haired man stared blankly at the white pigeon sitting in the middle, and the white pigeon looked back with a smile on his face.

"Long time—quack, long time no see, sinful humans, I give you this time-backward gift—quack, are you still satisfied?"

It didn't seem to want their answer at all, and it burst out laughing as soon as the words came to an end, and the throat in the bird's neck protruded and quivered.

Turning back time, another chance, repeating the same nightmare, look, what a genius it is, to think of such a perfect plot, this is much more interesting than sending friends to despair without knowing it, it depends on their best efforts To work hard, to go crazy and paranoid, and then to realize in a crushing despair that you can't do anything - humans, quack quacks, stupid humans!Delusion to save Lin Yu!Quack quack quack!

"asshole--!"

Hearing its laughter, the silver-haired man's already extreme anger was ignited, his emerald eyes were filled with crimson flames, he looked like an angry chakra, peeking at his eagle with its wings to block Mouth, making an inelegant puffing sound.

"What happened in the movie just now is really your fault!"

The pigeon's scarlet eye circles moved, "It can indeed be said that it has something to do with me, but quack, quack, quack, I'm just a faithful observer, I record and observe, what happens there———" Its smile stretched , there was a sharp trill in the cry, "It's the past, present and future of Lin Yu's hometown—ga!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi pressed the silver-haired man's arm, and he looked up at it.

"You broke the agreement," he said.

Pigeon: "Promise? Pop, quack, quack, promise, yes, promise."

It spread its wings and folded one side as if thinking, "Before turning back time, I made an agreement with you, Tsunayoshi Sawada, the absolute protagonist of this world. I will turn back time for you, give you a chance to meet Lin Yu again, and stop her The death of me made my drama unfinished, and I will not interfere with any of your actions." Pigeon blinked, smiled innocently and tilted her head, "Where did I violate the agreement?"

"You let Ayu see that movie, what do you mean?" Tsunayoshi Sawada was very calm.

"Yes, what do you mean?" The robin turned to the dove.

"What do you mean, wicked pigeon?" Canary sang, "When will this mediocre story end?"

"Gah, of course it is—when the story reaches its climax, the unchanging calm will make the audience lose interest."

The pigeon left the seat and flew to the guests.

"However, quack, but that's not a story I made up, human beings who like to deceive themselves, that's—quack—" it became excited, "that's the memory that Lin Yu forgot——quack, quack, she Once cried and begged me to let me take these memories away—crying and hoping to stay in that doomsday, and go to death with that world!"

"But I turned her down."

The pigeon suddenly calmed down. It seemed to recall some story, and the sunflower in that memory was shining brightly.It's a little softer in tone, but still pleasant.

"I've called you here this time to unfold the most authentic—ga—truth for you."

"The truest truth?" the illusionist sneered, his trident gleaming coldly, and the birds stared at it.

The birds hated the mesmer's presence, because their nasty mist always unexpectedly ruined their scripts, but alas, they were not afraid of them, the birds never were.

The Shrike, which has never spoken, opened its mouth. Its petite appearance is like a deceiving illusion. No one can find that it is a ferocious hunter: "Don't you understand why Lin Yu chose to go home in the end? We Didn’t she really suspect the method of suicide?” The Shrike stopped on a tall tree with its feathers curled up behind it, looking down at them, waiting for an opportunity to prey.

No one spoke.The illusionist, who used to smile ironically, withdrew his expression, indifferent, like a high wall erected to prevent being hurt.The only woman showed the pain of being stung.

The pigeon's eyes looked at them sarcastically as if they had seen through their hearts. Instead of leaving the last fig leaf, it tore it cruelly.

"She has, you know very well, you already have the answer."

She had doubts, but those doubts were nothing compared to the great pain and despair she felt, that is to say——

"She would rather die than stay in the world and live like a monster." Nightingale lamented.

"Besides, why do you think she will remain your friend?" asked the Vulture.

Sasakawa Ryohei said coldly: "In fact, she is our friend, and you are extremely irrefutable."

The pigeon quacked and screamed: "I'm so self-righteous—ga—you, you just took advantage of the good luck that appeared first. Speaking of this, I have to thank me. If Yokohama or Mihua appeared first In her life, do you think you will still be her friend?"

They all know the answer.

But the pigeons don't want them, but they just know that, seeing their faces proudly calling themselves Lin Yu's friends, the pigeons want to shatter their annoying self-confidence.It wants more sadness, so it forgoes any embellishment.

"You are just anime characters in her world, as she likes to say, you are paper people." It said coldly.

"And when she came to this world, she recalled alone the world that could only exist in her memory forever. You, who were originally paper figures in her memory, became the only link between her and the past world. Remind her that those memories are not self-delusional - she has a hometown of her own, and your presence reminds her of that all the time."

The beautification and euphemistic expressions of human beings learned were all abandoned by the pigeons, and it began to stimulate them with more indifferent words - it can't be called indifference, it is indeed Lin Yu's heartfelt voice.

Poor and lovely Lin Yu, his sunflower can always do things he can't think of.That's more interesting than the script it's written in.

"Especially after she realized that she had lost a piece of memory, Lin Yu is a very smart child. She is sensitive and keen, and is also good at avoiding harm." Thinking of Lin Yu, the pigeon always smiled with satisfaction, "So, the last one Straw or empathy, it doesn’t matter what you think, her trust and affection for you are almost all transformed by her missing her hometown. The more she breaks down, the more relaxed she will be in front of you. Because you are her memories of her hometown Anchor."

...just like last time.

She collapsed almost to the point of madness, pain and anxiety were ready to overwhelm her consciousness every day, that Komori Yu was no longer a lively sunflower, but a dead flower that was on the verge of withering and its disk rotted from the inside.However, when seeing them, when those friends who symbolize their hometown in another world return to Bingsheng from far away Europe, the sunflower finds its own sunshine.

Just watching, even if she doesn't participate, she still has enough comfort, telling herself that her hometown is waiting for her to return, and those stories about the past are not her imagination after she went crazy.

so,

"Since you know her, the ending is doomed, you can't save her, she can't get the happiness that you humans like—"

Pigeon choked back a laugh.

That group of people, the self-righteous protection of stupid human beings is the last straw that pushes the collapse. Its poor sunflower chooses the most decisive way to leave in loneliness. The soul cannot go back to the hometown that has disappeared. floating around.

And the saddest thing is, that idiot Ah Yu never resented or blamed anyone in the end.

Because she loves her hometown so much, she can't even have negative emotions and thoughts against them. She puts those fleeting bad emotions on herself, thinking that everything is her fault.

How could there be such a stupid person?

In the end, they refused to say even a curse word, and even left a suicide note to dispel any guilt or self-blame they might have. How could there be such a ridiculous person——

Wait, wait - ga.

The pigeon's smile suddenly lengthened, and it seemed to become inexplicably crazy, as if it suddenly remembered something that made it extremely happy.

Lin Yu may realize that going home is just a scam, but she is like that, like moths to a flame...

Really, quack quack quack, it's so pitiful that people can't help but feel distressed, quack quack!

The pigeon's head was cut off by a sharp blade, and its eyes were fixed on its freed guests before it landed. Its mouth opened and closed, and a piercing voice came out from its severed throat: "Lin Yu's death, It has nothing to do with you."

This sentence fell to the ground faster than its head, and Takeshi Yamamoto shook his hand that had just regained control, and the red water on the knife surface was thrown into the grass together, and the yellow withered grass was stained with dark red blood beads .

"Sorry, sorry, I was a little impulsive, but—" the man said calmly, "it's unbearable to say Ayu's name from your mouth."

"Are you angry?" The Shrike found something interesting. The dead body of his friend didn't disturb it. It was only excited to see the opening of its prey. "You're all angry—since you know, why are you angry?"

"Isn't that what you want?"

Takeshi Yamamoto was still holding the knife, but he was able to smile again, smiling as if nothing had happened, "You worked so hard to provoke us, if you don't get angry, it seems that you are sorry for your performance."

The sympathetic vulture widened its eyes, and it was instantly irritated by his words: "Gah, hateful humans—I should eat you all."

"Then give it a try. I'm good at bird hunting, too."

One end of the duckweed crutch pinned Takeshi Yamamoto's blade, and when he looked back, there was only an indifferent face looking past him at the new pigeon reborn from the corpse, it was a gray pigeon, the color of its feathers seemed to have been trodden snow.

"These two are mine." Hibari Kyouya stated calmly.

"Well, it's up to you." Yamamoto nodded indifferently, and pointed the tip of the knife at the Shrike, "I can do either."

The Shrike spread its wings, no longer hiding its true nature, and laughed cruelly.

"You can't kill us," said the Shrike.

The angry vulture returned to its previous appearance. It said pityingly: "We are faithful observers, just like the supreme gods in your eyes."

"How do humans fight against gods? The world is just our theater." Swan said.

The nightingale sang: "Sorrow, pain and despair, the protagonist will be happy. If you want a wonderful drama, destroy, tear and trample."

"Come to the Bird Garden, it's time to play—" Canary sang cheerfully.

"The drama of happiness."

The birds laughed loudly, the sound of chirping echoed in the courtyard, the sleeping mermaid opened her eyes in amber, her tail slapped the stone under her in panic, the white rose tightly held by the little dwarf whose soul had left withered and withered, Broken into ashes with laughter, blown away by the wind.

When the courtyard became quiet, the black-haired man in the hat spoke calmly.

"Since there is no other way, then why did you ask us to come?" Reborn lifted the brim of his hat with a gun, and his dark eyes met the pigeon's. "It turns out that gods only do boring things."

For the first time the smile on the pigeon's face disappeared, apparently it couldn't stand being called boring by boring humans.

"For the climax of the drama." The pigeon smiled again, looking down at them arrogantly, "I can make a bet with you. The content of the bet—ga—is whether Lin Yu will decide to stay in the end. You win, You can have new opportunities."

"The banker cannot end up as a gambler," someone said.

"Of course, we want to be fair."

The bald eagle holds the scales in its mouth and erects the authority of the god of justice among them.

The dove salutes the hawk, who, as the host of the tea party, always possesses a tolerant and noble quality.

"As the banker and your opponent, set up a fair scale, and I promise that I will stay away from Lin Yu before the end of the bet." Pigeon said.

It looked at this group of self-righteous humans. The sunflower coming to its garden is the doomed future, because the banker always wins, and there is no banker who loses the game in the world.

Although the pigeon is arrogant, it is not stupid. It will start a gamble only because it has the certainty that it can shave the opponent's head almost immediately.

"Let me see how great human emotions can be - quack quack - anyway, in the end, it is always my victory."

Even this time - quack, will be no exception!

The author has something to say:

[1], [2], [4]: ​​Inspired by Oscar Wilde's fairy tales, the yellow rose and the mermaid, the sundial, and the rose's thorn piercing the nightingale's heart is "The Nightingale and the Rose", the dwarf, the white rose and the fragile The heart is "The Birthday of the Spanish Princess"

[3] Inspired by the nursery rhyme "Who Killed the Mockingbird".

Looking at the English at the beginning, there are some strange details. Hopelessdrama is a happy drama in the eyes of the birds.

The Bird Garden is a place similar to a fairy tale in my heart. Fairy tales are not stories of happiness and happiness, but the birds in the Bird Garden like the fairy tales they created.

感谢在2022-01-1717:13:09~2022-01-2213:33:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 14 bottles of cloud;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!