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 of the memory of the ancients, and the old customs allow them to leave a piece of homeland in their hometown even if they can gallop in space; the poor are forced to stay in the same place, they do not have the money for the rich to emigrate, nor do the middle-class come from time to time. The romance of a star tourism, living at the bottom, maintains a huge and complicated social structure.

Of course she is the latter.

Neither the homeless nor the living memories of the orphanage are so friendly.

But she didn't care at the time.

A group of new people will gather around them all the time, without much communication with each other, but they will gather together tacitly during robbery and violence, just like worker ants who gather in the vicinity of the queen.

They meet, snatch, live, die.

This kind of redness in order to survive without sacrificing means. bare. The orphanage was not spared from the violence of the naked jungle. It was nothing more than not having to worry about the source of food and the difference between robbing and being robbed.

But Lui wouldn't care.

Unlike other children, she pretends to be well-behaved and pitiful in order to be adopted by a kind-hearted person, and she will not form gangs in a small circle because of too much desire. Her life is terribly simple. If you order dinner, if someone grabs it, you will call back, but you will not grab other people's things, nor will you have a bad taste to bully others.

Those self-proclaimed bosses stopped provoking her after being beaten up several times by her, and they simply ignored her as a transparent person.

No matter her character or behavior, she is incompatible with the people around her. She is regarded as an alien and a freak by everyone. In the end, she can only throw a lot of time in old books donated by social people.

That's how she met Marta Philby.

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

Lu Yi couldn't remember the specific scene of her meeting with Marta. Every time she recalled this scene, there was a faint layer of fog. She guessed that it might 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 raindrops the size of beans poured from the sky without warning. , I can't remember the title of the book, I vaguely remember that it was a collection of poems from a collector's edition. The processed paper repeatedly recited the above text in my ear: "Do you know me?"

Afterwards, she knew that Marta would show up at the orphanage just for a long-term latent mission, and she needed to disguise the image of an early-born child with a difficult life to infiltrate the target's insider to steal information.

According to the usual practice, she will not appear at this kind of adoption ceremony.

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

She decided to go out and take a look.

Just a glance.

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

She has always known that there are various races in this corner of the universe that are different from the Earthlings, and knowing that her appearance makes this knowledge from the book come true.

The woman was wearing a beige trench coat, and the strong wind behind her curled and fell her maroon curly hair. She stood at the door like this, holding a long black umbrella in her hand. A circle of carpet was drenched in dark brown.

"My name is Marta Philby."

"Will you come with me?"

"I'll take you home."

She squatted down, staring at Lu Yi with her intellectual eyes, her slightly curly hair was stuck to her forehead by the rain, her icy fingers were stuck to Lu Yi's face, and a little warm body temperature came after the contact.

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

As the poem describes:

When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees, I will cast my little shadow on your pages.

"Will you know me?" The old book reading system seemed to have some malfunction, and the original order was disrupted like a cassette.

"Okay." Lui heard his own voice trembling slightly.

Later, she went home with Marta and returned to the disguised home on Earth. After the mission was over, Lu Yi saw with her own eyes that the woman's gaze lost her disguise and turned almost red. Naked and cold.

Just when Lui once suspected that Marta would abandon herself 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 an ordinary guardian and ward, and their age is more like a sister. Marta treats her more like an ordinary roommate. All her wishes are fulfilled in every detail, and she will even bring back a Christmas tree from the street on Christmas day, and ask her what kind of gift she wants from Santa Claus with her disgusted expression on her face.

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

"What does it matter?" Marta crouched down and ruffled her hair with a smile. "Just pretend it's not good."

Now that I think about it, she wasn't very good at rejecting Marta's invitation from the very beginning.

She didn't know if she was willing to go to Almi Star, but she knew that she had no expectations for the earth, so she also pretended to be willing.

From the "home" of Earth to the real "home" of Almy Star, apart from the change of his hometown and the more military academy studies, Lu Yi didn't notice much difference.

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

This kind of dialogue has become a random switching mode when Lui can also go out on a mission by himself.

Lu Yi didn't know what other people's homes were like. This repetitive and boring conversation was like a vortex, an infinite loop with no end.

"I am back."

Lu Yi was wearing a military uniform, standing at the door, with an umbrella that she had just used on a business trip by her hand. The raindrops from the umbrella handle soaked the fibers on the carpet little by little. The color of dusk shot from behind her and shone on the table. On Marta, who was handling official business, when viewed from the side, her chestnut-colored hair had long been cut short, and it was snugly attached to her ears, outlining a glamorous silhouette.

Marta looked away from the screen, and Lui saw his own reflection rooted in the eyes of the other party.

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 sentence of the poetry collection, and then she remembered the destination of the mission, and said to herself, "Oh, welcome back."

Lu Yi tried her best to stare into each other's eyes, her thin lips that were squirming slightly seemed to blur into a piece, the setting sun burned her back, the shadow was stretched infinitely, and then twisted, gradually forming a vortex, Lu Yi finally saw clearly, It was the center of the storm, and all sides of her were pushing her closer and closer to the dark abyss ahead.

Then she grabbed a hand that suddenly stretched out from the abyss.

Waking up from a dream here.

"I didn't expect you to like this kind of suffocation play." Angel's bright eyes were imprinted in front of him, Lu Yi's eyes were dark, his hands were pinching each other's necks, his brain still had the dizziness of dreams, and the blue veins on his arms were violent. up, with a lot of effort.

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

"Go on." Angel pushed his chest forward and winked like silk, "Maybe this will make you orgasm. Orgasm~"

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

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