[Lunk] A breakup letter to Leonard

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https://ashenring.lofter.com/post/76cba5ab_2bdef37b1

Summary: The sleeping fool decided to break up with the night angel

It's a happy ending, the Night Angel is strong and supports humanity. There are only five K-Vests. The Fool = Klein and he is sleeping.

There were six pieces of letter paper on the long table above the gray fog, and there was only one sentence written on each of the six pieces of letter paper.

The tall Dwayne Dantès sat with Merlin Hermes, who was throwing copper pennies. Sherlock Moriarty secretly glanced at Zhou Mingrui to see if the content on the paper was the same as his. A figure in a hooded robe was sleeping on a chair under the gray fog. Gehrman Sparrow, who was sitting at the end, looked at the top of the long table.

"There has to be someone to preside over the meeting, right?" Zhou Mingrui coughed twice and spoke. The old-timer who was consciously trying to liven up the atmosphere even had his ID card from the Internet company hanging on his chest. The title was just changed from "hardware engineer" to "Gray Mist Referendum Host". He picked up the piece of paper in front of him, as if he was holding a project discussion meeting.

It was most appropriate for him to start this. Dwayne Dantès nodded slightly to acknowledge Zhou Mingrui's action of presiding over the meeting, and then reached out to the letter in front of him. Sherlock Moriarty followed suit and picked up the letter. After seeing the words, he was obviously puzzled. He looked around at the others to find the answer from their faces, but unfortunately, everyone was a qualified old-time clown, and nothing happened except playing their own roles.

Merlin Hermes looked up at Zhou Mingrui, who was standing opposite him, expressionlessly. The miracle worker's amber eyes reflected the other's movements. Zhou Mingrui leaned back in his chair, hunched over and slid down a little, leaning back against the back of the chair in a curled-up position on the sofa.

That position is not comfortable. Dwayne Dantes reminded him, "It's not good for your spine." He then said that if he liked, he could replace the chair with a more ergonomic one, or there were a few pillows in the pile of junk. Zhou Mingrui, who didn't want to trouble himself, slowly straightened his body and looked around at the other figures opposite him and beside him and nodded.

Zhou Mingrui flicked the paper. "We need to finish writing this letter. It needs to be delivered to Leonard."

They picked up the papers in front of them one by one. There was only one sentence on the paper, and everyone looked at each other's paper. Hermann, who was sitting at the bottom of the long table, was quite far away. He was not next to anyone, and it was not convenient to sit down and whisper with his neighbor. So Zhou Mingrui kindly passed on the conclusion to Hermann at the bottom of the long table, "The contents of the paper are the same." Hermann nodded, indicating that he understood.

"What are you doing?" Dawn silently lip-synced. Sherlock inhaled a breath of cold air, and German Sparrow pursed his lips and said nothing. Zhou Mingrui leaned over the table, his face pressed against the cold bronze surface. No one answered. Merlin began to tap the table to keep a beat at a volume that everyone except German could hear. "Dang~Dang~Dang~"

Sherlock used a piece of paper to hide his inappropriate smile. Merlin sang the tune of the wedding march. Dawn looked over with a smile on his face, "What are you knocking on?" Merlin spread his hands and pretended to be innocent. Sherlock pointed out the key to the failure of the cover-up, "We all understand."

"Do we have to do this?" Sherlock was even more confused. The content on everyone's paper was the same. It was their handwriting, that of Klein Moretti. It read:

"Leonard, I don't love you anymore."

"It has to be written, just like the quarterly work report. There is no choice." Zhou Mingrui scratched his short black hair and concluded. Dawn said that he couldn't just quit to avoid the work report. Sherlock said that people could kill themselves or travel through time just to change their luck. Merlin looked at Hermann and said, "Isn't there a choice in this matter?"

"I have a big problem for myself..." Zhou Mingrui spread his legs and rested his hands on the chair between his legs, looking dejected like an orange cat that sat with its front paws together to reduce the amount of water it gets wet after being caught in the rain. "So why is that?"

Hermann, who had been silent the whole time, turned his eyes away from the paper and raised his head very slowly, glancing at the people sitting happily on both sides of the long table. Then he moved his eyes upwards to look at the sleeping figure at the top.

Zhou Mingrui was still in a daze, and Dawn sighed and picked up the pen again. When Zhou Mingrui leaned on the chair and worried, Merlin stood up from the table and handed out fountain pens to everyone present. Several bottles of different inks appeared in front of everyone. Merlin walked around the table and returned to his seat and sat down. "Write." A click-type gel pen was left alone in front of Zhou Mingrui, and Merlin said, "Let's write."

On an ordinary afternoon at 7 Pinster Street, Leonard Mitchell took out this letter without a postmark from the mailbox. It was stained with the smell of gray fog, but it was not given by Mr. Fool but delivered as an ordinary letter. He opened the letter with some doubts. The letter was unsigned, and he simply glanced at it. There was no salutation at the beginning and no signature at the end. Pulling out a few sheets of grid paper from the brown thin paper envelope, there were some Loen language and some square characters he saw in the dream city. His eyes salvaged scattered words and integrated them into an uneasy subconscious in his mind. The summary composed of those words made his heart tighten.

So he looked on carefully.

"Leonard, I don't love you anymore."

Zhou Mingrui wrote the first sentence.

I set a bad precedent for our letters. Zhou Mingrui thought after the party that day. Leonard would not hate him, but he would. The fortune tellers nominated the only assassin to deliver the letter. Merlin found him a postman's casual clothes that were more suitable for the current era. The others hid in the low bushes near the house and watched Zhou Mingrui stuff the letter into Leonard's mailbox.

Even hibernating animals will wake up intermittently, and the sleeping fool wrote a letter to his lover in the intervals of his long dream. After Zhou Mingrui wrote the first paragraph, he didn't know how to continue. There was only this line of Chinese characters in the letter, and the rest was written in Loen language.

I don't seem to have seen Leonard much in my dreams. Sherlock Moriarty thought. In the long dream of the old city, Leonard was just a policeman in the police station and he had a little intersection with him. The ancient memories of the old survivors who were independent of the world were irrefutable. Zhou Mingrui, who lived there, had never had in-depth contact with Feifan. When they were in the gray fog, they talked about every friend who entered the dream with gold coins around the historical projection. Merlin described Leonard's eyes as green stars in the sky, and Dwayne Dantès nodded in agreement. But the stars have to travel tens of thousands of light years to come to the earth to be seen? For Zhou Mingrui, the distance between him and Leonard is the dream and reality, or the five eras of civilization change.

Hermann Sparrow pondered over the letter. The others sat closer so they could whisper. Hermann heard Sherlock Moriarty ask Dawn Dantes if he remembered the black cat named Brody. When Dawn nodded in affirmation, Sherlock said that cats only live for a dozen years. Would Lawyer Jurgen and Mrs. Doris refuse to take Brody home in the first place because they didn't want to face the separation that would come one day?

Yeah?

Merlin Hermes could not deny that Leonard Mitchell was an excellent anchor, and his humanity was stabilized because of Leonard Mitchell. Perhaps one day a hundred years later, the humanity of the Lord of Mysteries would once again be shaken by the fall of the Angel of Night, but what they are doing seems to be bringing the separation forward to the beginning of the story.

Klein wants to break up with me. This realization occupied Leonard's confused mind. Holding the letter with at least five recognizable handwritings, his breathing and heartbeat quickened, and he was eager to find an explanation.

[This is the only paragraph in the letter that uses Chinese]

Leonard, I don't love you anymore. I almost forgot what you looked like, or maybe I never remembered. When I was asleep, the spirit worm wrote many letters to you and said many words to you, and now I hope you forget them all.

[Similar to the notes of Klein Moretti, a civilian employee of Blackthorn Security Company, but the handwriting is more sloppy]

You should have been to my dream. I saw you in the old city before the First Era. In the dream, I ignored why I didn't see my real parents and family, and why there were so many friends I met in this era around me. Thinking about it carefully, it is more terrifying than the night watchman coming to check the water meter of a private detective. The dream has grown into the appearance of my hometown, with my past companions and my current old friends, so I am still willing to define it as a good dream.

[Dark blue ink, using the special cursive handwriting used by the upper class in Loen for correspondence]

I woke up briefly and wrote this letter to break up with Mr. Leonard Mitchell.

(Sherlock reminded me to just pick up where others left off, so I won't start from the beginning.)

The speed at which human nature fades is beyond my expectation. I woke up briefly and wrote this letter because I found that I no longer actively recalled your voice and your appearance between dreams. I talked to myself repeatedly and then remembered that the poet had green eyes.

[The golden ink with gold powder seemed to have been dropped on the letter by a fountain pen, so the edge of the letter paper was stained with golden ink as if it was stained with tears]

I am willing to see you one last time. If Klein is the last one to wake up, I will rebuild the city called Utopia, giving the old survivors like us a place to remember their hometown. I will put orange soda with white bears printed on it in the vending machines at the station. The orange fragrance that sprays in the air will be sold at two pence, just like in the old era. Collect ten bottle caps and you can get an extra bottle. I hope you can come and remember to collect the orange soda bottle caps for me.

[Neat, regular, and even a bit rigid handwriting]

At this point I no longer consider Leonard Mitchell a name that I need to stir my emotions. Our fates are intertwined, but I can no longer respond to you. I once thought that emotions would make my humanity more stable, but now they have become chains that someone feels they can use to restrain and coerce me.

[Standard and neat handwriting of Klein Moretti]

Don't come into my dreams again.

[Six different handwritings signed here]

They wrote their breakup letters on a piece of paper that looked like a shared document from the old days. They passed the paper around and whispered to each other.

Comrade Xiao Zhou made a good start, but Sherlock was being lazy by expanding Zhou Mingrui's lines. Hermann, could you try to write your part a little more cruelly? Merlin should not leave Leonard any hope of reconciliation, only Mr. Dantes is qualified enough. We are ready to be worn away by all humanity before we wake up, and we must let the angel of the night know not to come again.

Don't come again.

No one knows why the original decided to break up with Leonard. Perhaps because the original became a wall-facer, the motivation for the decision was not synchronized with them, but Zhou Mingrui said that he felt sour in his heart, as if he knew that he was going to go on a long journey without returning home, so he entrusted his pet dog to his friend. After thinking again and again, Gehrman still hinted at the potential danger to Leonard in the paragraph he wrote, but the dear poet classmate did not listen to the dissuasion, but made a decision that went against the will of a great being -

The young god wanted to sink into the dark bottom of the water, and the poet with black hair and green eyes followed closely.