Book3:WereMyDreamIs
书迷正在阅读：听谷底的声音 , 我演不下去了 , 失忆后往宿敌床上白送H , 错界 , 圣诞快乐陆洵先生 , 折腰吻刀锋（ABO狗血复仇） , 【排球少年】神明的礼物 (去你的但我爱你) , 内裤遗落的星期天 , 血海修罗道 , 暗纸未浸（受受恋、H/C） , 笨蛋美人挨完打再挨草 , 不为人知的夜晚
edfarettebutts.Hisfloomyandwobegonetenanishedandhewaswreathedinsmilesgreetingpeoplewhopassedbywithacheery“Hi!”“Go,sir!”exudingtheairofbonneamieofahappyhomelessman.Itwasstillearlyinthem.Davidstoppedatayparkinglotothebackdoorofanofficebuildiheretefullofsandprovidedespeciallyforofficeworkerswhohadaosmokeduringtheworkday.Smokingrohibitedihebuilding,buthereotheemptyparkinglotsmokerscouldindulgewithoutcausingtoomuchairpollution.David’seyeslightedupwhehattherewerealotofcigarettebuttsihepte.Hekhatthejanitorshadteoupandthatnootherhomelesspersonshadreachedthereeither.“Ha!”heexcimedinsatisfa,“I’mtheearlybirdthatgetstheworm.”Hequiedhisstepsandpulledoutthelongcigarettebuttsahehalf-smokedonesaswell,carefullyfoldiohiswrinkledpapertowel,crowingathisbumperharvest.Thecigaretteptewaslikeabirthdaycakestuckfullofdles.Hisexuberahisgoodfortunewashanthatofafinancierwhomadeamilliondainfromadeal.Helightedupohebutts,draggeddeeplyonitandthoughtashewalkedaway. “Itseemsthatmyluckhasged.IhavealwaysthoughtthatIwasamostunfortunateguy,scedwithbadluck,cursedwithonecamityfollowingahestubbornbeliefthatIamcursedhasalwaysblockedmyheartlikeathousandpoundstone,makingithardformetobreath.ButDimitritookmetohisKingdomofDreamsandgedmyprospectsforever.Thatdamnedcursethathaspressuredmyheartalltheseyearswasbrokenaedpletelyaway.IrealizeIamnotacursedfellow,noramIasymbolofbadluck.Morethanthat,Ihavediscoveredalimitlesstreasuretroveiwhichcouldneverbeusedup.Allofushaveatreasuretroveinourheartwaitingtobediscovered.Fateisonlyaframeofmihoughtheoutsideworldhasnotgedintheleast,solongasone’sframeofmindges,everythingges.HowIwishtoseemysaviorDimitrinow.Iwanttothankhimahimknowthatmylifehasgedpletely.”Justatthistime,Davidsawaraggedsolitaryfigurewearingdarkgsses,withawhiteeinhishandemergefromthemistandwalktowardshim.Heughedheartilyandsaid,“Ha,itseemsIamreallyinluck.WhateverIthinkoforwantwillmaterializebeforeme!Isn’tthatguywalkingtowardsmemysaviorDimitri?” SittinginCharina’slivingroom,Angelica’sbeautifuleyesstaredinamazementatthefourthingsidbeforeheronthecoffeetable:Thatgem-studdeddouble-barreledtelescope,quiteobviouslybelongingtoaroyalhousehold,wastheveryoneQueenAishahadusedtoobservetheseofbattle.Theantiqueporbottleusedtotainhundredyearoldmaotaiwinelookedveryfamiliar.Thentherewereprintedpagesofahalf-finisheddissertation“OnLifeinMatriarchalSociety”andanotebooktitled“PerceptionsoftheKingdomofDreams”.Angelicawalkedoutofthefogwhistling,wearinggraysweatshirtandpantsalmostthecolorofthefog,atingherbeautifulslimfigure.Herlonghairwascaughtinaponytailbehindherhead.WheoCharina’shouse,herhostesswasalreadywaitingsmilinglyatthefrontdoortoweleher.Nowshetookupthenotebookandturnedapageortwo.Whoelsecouldthefinehandwritingbelongtoexceptherself?Greatlypuzzled,sheturnedherrgebeautifuleyesinastonishmentatCharina,asking “Wheredidyougetthesethings?” “Ilookedthroughyournotebook.CouldyoufirsttellmehowyouhappeobeieriousKingdomofDreams?ThenIwilltellyouthestoryofhowIcamebythesethings.” “Itwasastar-studdedsumm