The black-winged angel is floating in mid-air just outside the window sill, reflecting the dreamlike back, carrying an extremely mysterious and breathtaking beauty.
"It's you" Cheng Qianxun looked at him in surprise, and then subconsciously looked at the feather in his hand.
"The feathers didn't bring me here."
The black-winged angel explained in a calm tone: "Everything you want can appear here."
"Do you mean that you appeared here because I thought of you?"
Cheng Qianxun looked at the black feather in his hand with a bit of regret, and turned to look at him with a bit of bitterness: "I missed my parents just now.
So they showed up.
But they couldn't speak, they stood there like puppets, but you talked to me."
After the black-winged angel was silent for a while, he gave a reason: "I don't want to be here like a doll, and someone has spit on my phantom."
Cheng Qianxun suddenly laughed: "Did you do something more extreme when you saw that your phantom was still there and didn't respond?"
He didn't speak, and not speaking was acquiescence.
"Then I'll think about you more in the future.
At least you can talk to me."
Cheng Qianxun turned his head and leaned against the window frame.
He looked at the imaginary crescent moon in the sky and pointed: "It's better.
Very round.”
So the crescent moon turned into a full moon like an inflated balloon.
And it is so big, much bigger than the moon seen in the human world, a bit too big.
The Sky-Winged Angel raised his head, as if looking at the big moon in the starry sky: "If this moon were on the earth, it would turn the tides into tsunamis."
"This is a space of illusion, as long as it's beautiful."
Cheng Qianxun drew on the sky with his finger: "I used to be curious and learned some constellation knowledge.
After so many years, I have long forgotten it.
After climbing the stairs for a day, now I Remember.
This is Andromeda."
Following her fingers, the stars in the sky seemed to be connected by invisible pens, and a beautiful fairy appeared in the night sky.
"This is the constellation Cancer."
Under the link of her fingers, a big scorpion appeared and moved its two pincers.
"Ursa Major, Ursa Minor..."
In imagination, two bears appeared, holding hands, circling around, and dancing innocently.
"Hahaha" Cheng Qianxun laughed at his own creativity as he watched the stars in the sky turn into simple drawings and move vividly.
The black-winged angel looked up.
He lowered his head and said to Cheng Qianxun, who was sitting on the window sill and smiling, "You like to laugh very much.
This is not normal."
"I know," Cheng Qianxun said leisurely while leaning on the window sill with a smile: "I feel a lot numb after being reborn after death.
I used to be very timid, but now I see so many things without fainting.
Similarly, some things are not funny at all, and the point of laughter has improved a lot.
Everyone who is born again has an expressionless face most of the time, and I should be the same."
She let out a long breath: "But I am still willing to laugh.
As long as I am a little happy, I will try to make myself laugh.
Only in this way can I feel that I am still alive.
This all happened too fast, I think you should understand."
The black-winged angel remained silent again.
Seeing the stars dancing and fighting in the sky, it looked a bit weird.
She stretched out her hand and said, "Restore it."
Then the stars returned to their original appearance, blinking like diamonds reflecting light from time to time.
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She allowed herself to laugh again: "I feel like God, but this is the underworld.
I have to work hard to squeeze out a smile.
I really don't know if I will cry again in the future."
"Perhaps."
The black-winged angel finally spoke: "The higher you go, the stronger your ability will be.
Then you won't feel the numbness of your soul due to weakness...
But maybe not.
After seeing everything, the world will be different.
Nothing will stop my heart from the emotional fluctuations of laughter and crying, because my heart is numb.”
"No."
Cheng Qianxun smiled at him: "People who can't cry and laugh, no matter how powerful they are, can't laugh or cry, so what's the point of living?
I will try my best not to let my heart go numb."
The black-winged angel didn't respond, the two of them just faced each other, and Cheng Qianxun smiled at them.
After a long time, Cheng Qianxun felt a little tired of laughing.
He put away his smile and leaned against the window frame again: "I don't know how many more floors to climb up."
The angel didn't answer, so she changed another question: "Is there anyone here who has walked to the human world and been reborn?"
The black-winged angel answered with one word: "Yes" "That's good."
She breathed a sigh of relief: "This way I still have hope."
Thinking that the three floors she passed today were all reminded by angels, she asked with salivation: "What should I do tomorrow?
What kind of things will be waiting in front of me?"
The black-winged angel was silent, and she looked at him expectantly.
After a long time, the black-winged angel finally spoke: "Mammon will tell you, follow it."
She smiled with relief: "Thank you" Then there was another silence.
The angel was obviously unwilling to reveal too much.
She picked up the feather in her hand, it was a beautiful feather, and she couldn't help but scratch it lightly under her nose.
So soft and itchy "Give it back to me," the black-winged angel said.
Cheng Qianxun looked sideways in astonishment.
The black-winged angel had been floating in the air for a long time, as if he were standing on transparent glass, but he didn't see him spreading his wings.
She held the feather in both hands, like a child who was afraid of being robbed of a lollipop, and said timidly: "But you said you didn't want it anymore, so you gave it to me.
You won't be so stingy, just go back."
There was a long silence, and the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward and ridiculous.
"That's mine..."
As soon as Angel opened his mouth, Cheng Qianxun pushed him back.
"I know, this is your fur."
She put the feather she was holding against her chest and asked pitifully: "If you want to take it away, I can't keep it.
But this may be when I fall into purgatory and be burned to ashes, This is the only thing I can take, please don’t take it and leave, okay?”
"My... hair," the black-winged angel repeated slowly and calmly.
After a long time, he asked: "Do you like it that much?"
Cheng Qianxun couldn't laugh at such a funny thing.
She pinched her feathers and nodded sharply.
"Then you can keep it."
Angel finally gave up.
Cheng Qianxun quickly stuffed the feathers into the left bra, close to his chest.
The Black Winged Angel looked at all this and made a request: "If you don't put it there, I promise not to take it back in the future."
"Okay" seems not to like the stuffed area, after all, the feathers grew on his body before.
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After Cheng Qianxun responded, he took out the feather, thought about it, and stuffed it into the right bra, still close to the flesh.
The black-winged angel, who was originally staying motionless in mid-air, moved his long robes, and there seemed to be a hint of helplessness in his tone: "There is no better place."
"Yeah" Cheng Qianxun nodded and replied seriously: "I don't want to damage it, it's really beautiful."
Now the hem of the angel's robe and the edges of his wide sleeves were floating in the calm wind.
Cheng Qianxun didn't know what the angel's emotions were, whether it would be good or bad for her.
He looked slightly nervously at the black-winged angel, whose clothes were floating in the air like a fairy
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