Therapy Planet No. 13

Louie hadn't had this dream for a long time.

She remembered that she lost her parents when she was very young. At that time, the resources on the earth had been exhausted, and there were only two kinds of people left on the earth: one was extremely rich and the other was extremely poor.

The rich are because they remember the past, and the old customs allow them to leave a piece of homeland in their hometown even if they can fly into space; the poor have to stay where they are, they don’t have the money of the rich to emigrate, and they don’t have the middle class to come here from time to time The romance of a star tour, living at the bottom, maintains a huge and complicated social structure.

Of course she is the latter.

Memories of life in either the vagabonds or the orphanage are not so friendly.

But she didn't care at the time.

There will always be a group of new people gathered around, without much communication with each other, but they will gather together tacitly during times of robbery and violence, just like worker ants faintly gathered near the queen.

They meet, rob, live, die.

This kind of redness that does not compromise in order to survive.bare.The violence in the naked jungle has not been spared in the orphanage. It is nothing more than worrying about the source of food and the difference between robbing and being robbed.

But Louie wouldn't care.

Unlike other children, she pretends to be cute and pitiful in order to have a well-meaning person to adopt her, and she will not form cliques in small circles for excessive desires. Her life is terribly simple. When you order food, if someone snatches it, you will call back, but you will not steal other people's things, let alone bully others in a bad manner.

Those self-proclaimed bosses provoked her a few times after being beaten all over the floor by her, and they stopped messing with her, and simply treated her as a transparent person and turned a blind eye.

She is incompatible with the people around her in terms of character and behavior, and she is regarded by everyone as an outlier and a freak. In the end, she can only spend a lot of time in old books donated by people in the society.

It was in these circumstances that she met Marta Philby.

The nightmare that plagued her for many years also started from here.

Louie no longer remembers the specific scene of her encounter with Marta. Whenever she recalls this scene, there is a faint layer of mist. She guesses that it may have something to do with the weather at that time.

I just vaguely remember that it was probably a rainy day, the sky was terribly gloomy, and big raindrops poured down from the sky without any warning, she huddled in the room as usual, with the light outside the window, flipping through the hard-shell book in front of her boredly , I don’t remember the title of the book, but I vaguely remember that it is a collection of poems. The processed paper recites the words on it repeatedly in my ear: “Will you know me?”

Afterwards, she knew that Marta would appear in the orphanage only for a long-term latent mission, and she needed to pretend to be an early child and live a difficult life with a child to break into the target's internal intelligence.

According to the usual practice, she would not show up at such an exciting adoption ceremony.

But the sky was too dark that day, she couldn't read the book at all in the room, only the dry electronic sound that repeatedly babbled this page of poetry anthology circled around her when she accidentally touched the play button, empty and doing nothing.

She decided to go out and have a look.

Just one glance.

So she knew that her eccentric character was not the only one, nor was it an alternative.

She has always known that there are various races different from those of the earth in this corner of the universe, and it was only after her appearance that this knowledge gained from books became a reality.

The woman was wearing a beige windbreaker, and the gust of wind behind her curled her curly chestnut hair. She stood at the door like this, holding a long black umbrella in her hand, and the raindrops gathered and fell from the top until it covered her feet The round of the carpet was soaked in dark brown.

"My name is Marta Philby."

"Will you come with me?"

"I'll take you home."

She squatted down and stared at Lui with intellectual eyes. A strand of slightly curly hair was stuck to her forehead by the rain, and her cold fingers were pressed against Lui's face. After touching, she felt a little bit of warm body temperature.

A huge shadow was cast on Lui's whole body, starting from her hair, falling on her eyes, and ending at her ankles.

As the poem describes it:

When that tree's shadow falls on your hair and your lap, I shall fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book.

"Will you know me?" There seems to be some malfunction in the reading system of the old book, and the original order is disrupted like a cassette.

"Okay." Louie heard his own trembling voice.

Later, she went home with Marta, and returned to the disguised home on Earth. After the mission was over, Louis saw with his own eyes that the woman's eyes looking at him lost their disguise and turned almost red.Naked and cold.

Just when Louis suspected that Marta would abandon her and return to Almi, she said to herself again:

"Will you come with me?"

"I'll take you back to my home planet."

In all fairness, Marta treats her very well. Their relationship is not like that of ordinary guardians and wards. Their age is closer to that of sisters. Marta treats her more like an ordinary roommate, but she will be in her life. Satisfy all her wishes in every detail, and even bring back a Christmas tree from the street on Christmas Day, and ask her what kind of gift she wants from Santa Claus without changing her expression in front of her disgusted expression.

"There is no Santa Claus in this world." At that time, Louie was still very straightforward.

"What does it matter?" Marta knelt down and ruffled her hair with a smile, "Just pretend it's okay."

Thinking about it now, she was not very good at rejecting Marta's invitation from the beginning.

She didn't know if she would like to go to Almy, but she knew she didn't expect much from Earth, so she pretended to.

From his "home" on Earth to his real "home" on Almi, except for the change of his native place and the addition of military academy studies, Louie didn't notice much difference.

Every time she came back from a mission, she would find herself immediately, saying "I'm back" in a business-like tone, and every time she would respond "Welcome home" like she was reporting to her superiors.

This kind of dialogue turns into a random switching mode when Louis can also perform missions alone.

Louie didn't know what other people's homes were like, and this repetitive and boring conversation was like a vortex, infinitely looping and endless.

"I am back."

Lui was wearing a military uniform, standing at the door, with an umbrella she had just used on a business trip by her hand. The raindrops on the handle of the umbrella soaked the fibers of the carpet little by little. Looking from the side on Marta, who was handling official duties, the other party's long chestnut hair had been cut short long ago, and it was attached to the ear obediently, outlining a cool outline.

Marta looked away from the screen, and Louis saw his own reflection rooted in the other's eyes.

She suddenly remembered a long, long time ago, the poem she read the year she first met Marta:

"where have you been?"

Marta's voice coincided with the sentences in the poetry collection, and then she belatedly remembered the destination of the mission, and said to herself: "Oh, welcome back."

Lui tried hard to stare at the other person's eyes, the slightly squirming thin lips seemed to be blurred into one piece, the setting sun burned her back, the shadow was infinitely elongated, then twisted, and gradually formed a vortex, Lui finally saw clearly, this It is the center of the storm, and her surroundings are pushing her closer and closer to the dark abyss ahead.

Then she pinched a hand that suddenly protruded from the abyss.

Woke up here.

"I didn't expect you to like this kind of suffocation play." Angel's bright eyes were imprinted in front of him, and Louy's eyes were full of darkness, his hands were tightly strangled by the opponent's neck, the dizziness of the dream still remained in his brain, and the veins on his arms were violent. Get up, with full strength.

Angor's face turned crimson due to lack of oxygen, adding a bit of ambiguity to it.

"Go on." Angel pushed his chest forward, winking like silk, "Maybe this will make you orgasm. Oh~"

The author has something to say: Poetry is Tagore's "Golden Flower"

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