Book3:WereMyDreamIs
书迷正在阅读：当成rou便器的双性小美人 , 见血封侯 , yin秽校园（常识修改） , 《没有你的晚餐时间》 , 空中的浪漫奇缘(h) , 魂灯引梦清玹音 , 逃离 , 蒲七 , 《身为小说家的我竟然能在梦中穿越异界》卷二 面对梦境侵入现实的小说家 , 殁世录:灭 , 快穿：媚色无边 , 爱由性生
granceoffood.Heraisedhisheadandsniffedhungrilyasifhewantedsometoo.Charinaobliginglybrokeoffapieceofcake,offeredittohimandwatchedasheateithappily.ShesatacrossfromDimitridrinkinghercoffeeinareflectiveandreminisgmoodasifmentallydraftinghermanuscriptandasked “FromwhereIwassittingintheruinsofthepace,thereseemedtobeaboutathousandbarbariansoldiersatthegoldpace.Wasthatabht?”Dimitrismiledandreplied, “Yes,butit’sclosertofour,fivethousandifyouincludetheelderly,thewomenandthechildren” “Thetwofiercetigers,KojakandCortes,areextremelyloyaltoyou.Didyouraisethemfromtinycubs?”Dimitrishruggedandsaid, “Theyusedtobetwospes.Ipeoneachsideofmythroneasors.Somehowtheycametolife.YouknowthatinmyKingdomofDreamsanythingispossible.” “Andwhataboutthatwhiteflyinghorseyouride.IhaveonlyheardofflyinghorsesinmythologyandneverdreamedIwouldactuallyseeohmyowheKingdomofDreams.Whatyoutellmeabouthim?Likewhatishisinandsuch…” “Astothat…”saidDimitriseemingtosinkintoareverie.“IfyouwanttowriteaboutthestoryoftheflyinghorseLightning,itwouldhavetobeanotherseparatestoryaltogether.Heisaveryuniquecreature.” Charinasatbeforeherptopputer,fingersflyingnimblyoverthekeyboard.Dimitrismiledatherinreliefbecausehekhatnowcreativethoughtswererushingthroughherbrainsinanunstoppableflowandthatherwriter’sblockofthepastyearwasover.Butafterawhilehissmilevanishedasherealizedhewasfeelinganinexplicablenervoustensionthesourceofwhichhecouldnotfathom.PerhapsitwasbecausehewasworriedaboutthetwolittlepeopleVioandMr.Finger,wwheretheywere…Justthentheringingofthecellphoartledthemboth.Whocouldbecallingthisteinthenight?Charinatookouthercellphoneandasked, “Hello,whoisthis?” 10 “Sorryfordisturbingyouthisteinthenight”saidaman’svoiceattheotherend.“ThisisRichard.IsDimitrithere?Ihaveamessagethatmustbegiventohim.” “Ofcourse.Holdonaminuteplease.”Sayingso,shehandedhercellphooDimitri. “Whatisit,Richard?It’sveryte.Hassomethingimportanthappened?” “JamazwasbadlywoundedandisincriticalditionattheERofthehospital.” “What?Tellmepened.”Inthedeepandquietnight,thewordsfromthecellphonecouldbeclearlyheardintheair. “ItwasMr.Fingerwhodidit.Iknowitwashimeventhoughhegedhisappearandassumedanormalhumanshape.Iamquitecertainofit.Healsostabbedmyarmairardenshears.Heisreallyruthless.” “Whichhospitareyouatnow?I’llberightover.” “No,no.Don’te.QueenAishaishere.Shefaintedandlostsciousnessforawhilebuthasnowrevived.WhensheheardthatJamaznearlydiedprotegher,sheinsistedonremainingattheERtoseehowthesurgeryturnsout.Ifyouehereyouwillmeether.Doyouthinkthat’swise?” “Oh…QueenAishaisthere.Toseehernowmayhebestthingtodo…LetmeknowhowJamaz’ssurgerygoesassoonasyouknow.” “Ofcourse.Iwillletyouknowassoonasthedoctortalkstome”saidRichardandhungup.DimitriwasdevastatedbythedisastrousnewsandwonderedhowthingscouldhavedeterioratedtosuchadegreeandwasextremelyworriedfoodfriendJamaz.SeeinghowstunnedDimitriwasattheuedturs,Charinacouldnottrateonherwriting.Turningtohimshesuggested, 10 “Let’s