"Where are we going next?"
Zhuang Xiaodie asked as the sound of the sea gradually subsided.
In fact, Zhang Zian couldn't tell where he really wanted to go, but he always felt that as long as he kept going, he would definitely be able to go to the place he wanted to go and see the people he wanted to see.
So he just replied vaguely, "It's just ahead, not too far."
Binhai City was the most beautiful place in autumn. In addition to the Hidden Fog Mountain in late autumn, the old street between Dongcheng District and Nancheng District was a good place that only a few old Binhai people knew about. This was because there were several foreign consulates and offices there before liberation. Almost the entire street was built in a Western architectural style, and there were churches that were open to the public. Therefore, it had become a holy place for weddings, cosplay, and couples to walk.
Many people who liked photography would go there to sweep the streets with their long and short guns on their backs during the Golden Week. They could often capture good moments.
Of course, the most important thing about photography was that the models were beautiful. Cat movies were popular precisely because there were few ugly cats.
Zhang Zian and Zhuang Xiaodie did not leave the seaside from the original road, but strolled to the southeast. Unknowingly, they entered the Nancheng District and passed through a few alleys. When they came out again, the architectural style made people wonder if they had crossed over to the streets of Europe.
Both sides of the wide but sparsely trafficked street were planted neatly and densely with French plane trees. The Western-style houses were arranged in picturesque disorder. Fountain gardens could often be seen through iris-shaped iron fences. Next to the fountain stood a half-fruit statue of a goddess, and little angels with wings and bows in their hands were flying.
The autumn wind blew, and the apricot yellow leaves on the street were blown like flowing water.
There were a few old sorcerers wandering on the street looking for a target with their cameras. Because there was no fixed model, and there was no car show in Binhai City recently, they were tired of taking pictures of lotus flowers. They could only come here on holidays.
As soon as Zhuang Xiaodie, who was wearing a gorgeous Han costume, appeared, Eastern and Western, classical and modern, two different styles of culture formed a strong visual impact.
The old sorcerers were like sharks that smelled blood. They rushed over with large aperture lenses and SLR cameras that were as heavy as fitness equipment. They did not ask for her permission and just picked up the camera and snapped it.
Zhuang Xiaodie walked forward as if she did not feel anything, but Zhang Zian was repeatedly stared at, meaning: You are like a pole poking on the side to steal the spotlight? Stay away!
Zhang Zian was also quite helpless. Not everyone respected the portrait rights of others like the female anchor he had met at the top of the Hidden Fog Mountain. There was nothing he could do if they insisted on taking pictures. The key was that if they wanted to take pictures, they could take pictures, but they were complaining that he was in the way …
Zhuang Xiaodie was slightly lost in thought. She turned a deaf ear to the old sorcerers who were flying around like flies. Her mind was thinking about the girl in the wheelchair that she met at the beach.
She wasn't 100% sure, but the wheelchair-bound girl's light blue dress, dark green wide-brimmed hat, and skin that was so white that it didn't look like an Asian's skin color, all reminded her of the mermaid in the bathtub on the second floor of the pet shop.
As for why her hair was black, it was probably because no one in the real world had dark green hair, and it wasn't suitable for girls who wore pure clothes to have their hair dyed.
Therefore, it was possible that one of the elves had secretly changed another detail of the dream.
She thought about it and felt that it might be the dog that had never shown up in her dreams.
The strange thing was that when she read Zhang Zian's memory, the other elves were put aside, but the mermaid should have hated him very much. Why did she enter the dream with the other elves?
Could it be that after Zhang Zian fell asleep, something happened in the pet shop that she didn't know about?
What worried her more was the dream itself.
Guided by her, she used Zhang Zian's memory to build this dream world. Although it was only a dream, it was a very real dream. Once this dream world was established, it was no different from reality.
This was also the most perfect dream she had ever created.
There were too many illusions and whims in the dreams of the ancient people. That kind of dream was so different from reality that she knew it was just a dream. Therefore, she preferred this kind of dream. Sometimes, even she herself would be confused in it, not knowing whether she was a human or a …
Because it was so real, it couldn't be easily modified. Otherwise, it would affect everything. Just like the sentence in his memory, a butterfly flapping its wings on the Amazon River in South America may cause a tornado in Texas in two weeks.
This knowledge was very novel and interesting to her, but after thinking about it in detail, she felt that the logic was self-consistent and completely reasonable. It even helped her clear up her thoughts and create a more realistic dream.
In this respect, she was very grateful to Zhang Zian. He inadvertently helped her fill in the last piece of the puzzle of a real dream.
However … the arrogant elfin, the stupid dog named Famous, had modified two details of the dream without authorization, causing elves that should not have appeared in this world to appear. It also caused a movie that should not have been released at this time to be released. It didn't even go through the shooting process. What kind of chain reaction would this cause? Even she wasn't sure.
In the worst case scenario, the dream might go in an unknown direction that even she couldn't control …
Zhang Zian awkwardly faced the reproachful eyes of the old sorcerers. Zhuang Xiaodie silently thought about the means to repair the dream world. Neither of them spoke. They moved forward in silence until a Gothic church appeared in front of them.
The church was not too big. It was about three stories high. It was a mixture of red brick and wood. There was a towering Gothic bell tower on the left and right sides. A pure white cross stood on the spire of each bell tower. It gave the impression of solemnity, solemnity, and old-fashioned.
A photography club or a two-dimensional club that seemed to be from the university was noisily cosplaying at the entrance of the church. Several boys surrounded a few girls. Some were responsible for adding light, some were responsible for photography, and some were responsible for fanning to create the effect of fluttering clothes … each had their own duties.
Among them, there were also girls who were in charge of being models. They were dressed in ancient costumes. They might be cosplaying characters from a domestic martial arts game. However, there was no harm without comparison. Compared with Zhuang Xiaodie, whether it was her appearance, figure, or the exquisiteness of her costume, they were all crushed.
When Zhang Zian and Zhuang Xiaodie passed by the door of the church with a group of old sorcerers, such a strange combination naturally attracted the attention of the members of the club.
When Zhang Zian and Zhuang Xiaodie passed by the door of the church with a group of old sorcerers, such a strange combination naturally attracted the attention of the club members.
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