Ginny pointed to a corner of the amusement park,
For some reason, the large merry-go-round,
Compared to the other projects, was exceptionally deserted,
The riding models on the revolving platform stood there alone, their raised front hooves stopped in mid-air as if they had nowhere to place them. The goats and zebras all had blank expressions on their faces.
Before Harry had time to think, Ginny had already run to the merry-go-round,
He had to protect his ice cream as he followed her. "Ginny," he said.
"Slow down!"
Ginny passed through the seemingly dense crowd like a cat.
She didn't even touch a corner of someone else.
Harry struggled to follow her.
The girl was already standing in front of the staff member in charge of the merry-go-round. She raised her head and asked, "Can you get it to start?"
If it weren't for the fact that he could blink,
Harry almost thought that the staff member was a clown model of the same height.
He was wearing an extremely eye-catching dark purple coat.
Inside the coat was a bright red shirt.
Below, he was wearing bright yellow corduroy trousers. His pointed dark green boots were like two boats on his feet.
He looked down at the red-haired girl in front of him.
A bright red crack bloomed on his pale face. "Of course, little girl.
You sit on it.
I'll make it spin.
That's the rule. "
Ginny smiled. Harry pulled her aside and asked the man with a blurry face, "How much?"
"Well..." the man's smile widened. "You can sit on it first. You can pay after the game is over."
It was quite humane. While Harry muttered, the man had already walked to the joystick next to the turntable. Ginny jumped onto the turntable lightly and chose a pony in the inner circle. Harry climbed onto a goat in the outer circle. Soon, their mounts began to spin back to back. The speed was not fast. Harry could still steadily eat his ice cream and look at his surroundings. The brass metal pole that supported the roof of the turntable kept flashing past Harry's eyes, leaving behind layers of golden shadows. The roller coaster and ferris wheel in the distance had already lit up with colorful lights, becoming a distant bustle in the twilight.
Something was wrong. Harry stuffed the last mouthful of ice cream into his mouth and thought silently. He could hear the screams and laughter of people in the distance. It was very lively, but also very far away, making this place exceptionally quiet. This silence was too wrong.
This merry-go-round was too wrong. No matter what, there shouldn't be such a quiet corner of the amusement park. Why were there only two customers, him and Ginny? Where was the crowd that they had passed through? When did it disappear?
Outside the golden shadow, there was only the dark shadow of the tree and the clown standing beside it.
A bright red abyss cracked on the clown's pale face. Why?
so
serious？
The red-haired girl seemed to be unaware. Her face was still filled with an innocent, pure smile. With a cheerful voice like a ringing Christmas bell, she said, "Harry! Don't you think the merry-go-round is too slow? "
"Ah, is it too slow?" Harry brushed past Ginny. The girl's red hair brushed past his arm, and then she quickly left him behind. Thus, he and Ginny missed each other. "Yes, it's too slow. It should be faster."
As soon as Ginny finished, Harry saw her again. The golden shadow around them became thicker and thicker. It almost wrapped around them like the shadow of the tree, isolating them from the world of the Ferris wheel and roller coaster.
Harry felt that the red horse under Ginny and the goat under him seemed to have come alive. They were running on the merry-go-round with their four hooves. Ginny was so fast that Harry could not catch up with her. Thus, he could only hear intermittent sounds.
"Harry... You've... heard of... before, right?"
Heard of what? What are you talking about? What are you doing? Harry hugged the goat's neck tightly. He saw the red horse's tail again and again, but he could not catch up with her.
"That river..." Ginny's red hair floated in the golden shadow, and so did her voice. "That burning... brilliant... eternally flowing Phoenix River!"
Harry saw the golden dust in the flying hair, as if it was lighting up the night. Ginny's voice came from the other side of the river. "There is a river in my life... a river of unparalleled beauty... Before I knew it, it was already there..."
Ginevra, the twelve-year-old Ginevra, a girl born on the banks of the Otter River. For countless dusks, she stared at the river until her dark brown pupils were stained with purple and red. The beautiful, brilliant and violent river finally burned her life. The mysterious and vast beauty finally sneaked into her destiny with magic. The natural reader, Ginevra, was captured by the river before she knew her destiny. She poured all her fantasies and hopes into the river. She would spend her life chasing after the river until it burned away...
The Phoenix River flowed endlessly in the endless darkness. Only the reader's voice could be heard. "I dedicate my life and soul to the dusk..."
The little red horse neighed and ran quickly around the pillar. The goat under Harry was still slowly moving up and down, as if it was still eating grass. The smiling clown had already disappeared into the night.
This could not go on. He had to slow down Ginny. Harry gripped the goat's horn tightly and racked his brain to find the words. "Merry-Go-Round, merry-go-round... Is there a spell to deal with merry-go-round?"
"I need a story about a merry-go-round." Harry leaned on the goat's back and tried to remember. Where would it appear? A story from the 1930s. At that time, people were still surprised by spinning trays. A merry-go-round appeared in a festival celebration... What celebration? The noise, the lights, the deformed people smeared with oil paint, the mirror maze with distorted time and space … Harry recalled a dark sky. A storm was coming, but the Lightning Salesman and the Dark Night Carnival behind him were coming faster … Right, the carnival, "when I pricked my thumb" …
I did not forget it. It is still alive. This story about a merry-go-round.
Harry straightened up from the goat's back and asked the girl who was leaving the world, "Ginny, have you heard the story about a merry-go-round?"
The red horse slowed down a little, allowing Harry to see Ginny's face, which had turned pink due to excitement. Her eyes were shining. "What story?"
"They said, if we ride the merry-go-round in reverse, we can go back to the days of the past!" Harry felt like he was shouting in the wind.
"Days of the past?" The red horse seemed to stagger, and then Ginny brushed past Harry in confusion.
"Yes, days of the past..." Harry found that repeating the sentence was not very smooth. He found that there was an inexplicable sadness in his voice, and the sadness did not seem to come from him.
But he still had to repeat it. "If we ride the merry-go-round in reverse, we can go back to the past, to the golden age..."
We'll be able to escape the Night Carnival.
The Phoenix River that entangled Jenny calmed down for the moment, and Little Red continued to run. The girl's silhouette was changing. Her hair was longer and redder, and her girlish body was gradually turning into that of a young girl. Her breasts were rising, and her baby fat was fading. She ran against the hot wind of September and October. Time passed by her quickly, and the days of the future came at her like the legion that ran over the twelve-year-old Ginevra and Harry.
Harry, who was growing into a teenager, reached out to Ginny eagerly. "Ginny, we can't go any further. Let us go back …"
The hooves clattered on the metal platform, and Ginny felt dizzy. She was running toward the age of fifteen, sixteen … With each turn, there was a year of time pushing her into the future. What kind of future? What would happen? What would she forget? The sixteen-year-old Ginny still had a childish expression. Her dark brown eyes flashed with confusion and despair.
"No …" Ginny finally turned her head back before she turned seventeen. She reached out to hold Harry's hand. The two of them, who were going in opposite directions, felt some kind of pain at the same time. Then, they were forced to pull their hands away. The uneasy red horse and goat involuntarily moved away from each other after a brief encounter. They began to stomp their hooves in reverse. This was obviously not what they had expected. The expressions of the two mounts began to become ferocious. After reluctantly retreating a few rounds, the red horse and goat went crazy. They shook up and down crazily, trying to get rid of the unruly passengers.
Harry clamped his legs together and nervously reached out to Ginny. But this time, it was not so easy. The angry red horse suddenly stood up and neighed angrily at Harry. When it stomped its front hooves again, it had already deviated from the track. It rushed past the other mounts and carried Ginny into the night.
Harry gritted his teeth and fiercely pulled the goat's horn. "Black goat, let's go!"
The equally angry goat stomped its hooves in dissatisfaction and jumped off the revolving platform. Under Harry's command, it chased after the red horse.
How fast could a crazy goat run? Harry had never thought about this question. But Ginny, who was on the horse in front of him, always seemed so far away. She was riding the fake red horse to escape from Harry's world. It was she who was riding the horse, not the horse who had stolen her.
The shadows of the trees on both sides quickly receded and became more and more illusory. They were like black silhouettes, like black pieces of paper. Harry could almost smell the ink. No! No! Ginny, Ginny, what else can I use to keep you? His wildly beating heart projected his thoughts into the empty sky, turning them into echoes.
A pie stuffed with apples?
A toilet seat decorated with frosting?
A small, crooked house?
A kiss?
A hug?
A moon?
Where did all the stars go? Harry gritted his teeth and glared at the black canopy that seemed to be mocking him. Suddenly, he felt his heart fill with anger, and Ginny was still far away from him.
No! No! Ginny, Ginny, what else can I use to keep you?
Harry closed his eyes and sang without a care. "Weisles is our king, yeah, yeah, Weisles is our king..."
What were the lyrics at the end? Who cares. Harry continued to sing. "Weisles is our king..."
The coarse singing voice echoed in the forest of papercuts. The sky, which was slowly closing like the pages of a book, suddenly froze, as if hesitating about how Harry's voice could be so unpleasant. But Harry was even more presumptuous. He casually added "haha" and "hee hee" and other tone words into the lyrics, singing a simple song with a thousand twists and turns, torturing the shadows of the trees until they began to distort. The black goat could not stand the disturbance and began to run wildly.
But what was the next line of the lyrics? Harry thought wildly.
The little red pony that was running in front suddenly stopped.
It stopped in front of a river that had suddenly appeared.
The pony did not seem to want to cross the river. It let out a whimper and knelt on its front hooves.
The girl's body silently slid down.
Harry quickly reined in the goat, jumped off its back, and rushed to the river to help Ginny up. The girl's face was as white as paper, but her wet red hair was strangely red.
Thousands of tree shadows bent in the wind, but they were still imposing.
"Weisles is our king..." Harry touched Ginny's cold face and slowly raised his head. "The prank is over."
The entire black and white world trembled. Harry's eyes burned with green flames. He stubbornly, firmly, and arrogantly shouted, "This is — my world. Follow my rules! So, I said, the prank is over! "
The fragile silhouette bent, trembled, and lost its shape. It dissipated into black paper powder under some kind of force that suddenly overturned it. The black goat stiffened not far away, turning into a metal product along with the red pony.
The canopy split open, and a huge shadow fell down, only to be scattered by the sudden appearance of neon lights.
Harry helped Ginny's limp body up and walked to the side of the ice stand to sit down. The girl's head leaned heavily on his shoulder as if she was really tired from walking.
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