Chapter 619 - Chapter 619: Chapter 619: The World Has Changed Greatly (Part 1) (1/2)

Chapter 619: Chapter 619: The World Has Changed Greatly (Part 1)

Liu Shiling groggily sat up from her bed, rubbed her eyes, and turned to look at her little digital clock on the bedside table—only to realize it wasn’t her own. It finally registered that she’s still on break, in Chongyun Village.

She turned her head to the other side, where Sister Xiao Pingguo was still asleep. The bed further away was empty with the blanket neatly folded, that was Sister Barbecue Chicken Wing’s bed.

Did Sister Barbecue Chicken Wing not sleep last night?

No, Sister Barbecue Chicken Wing did sleep.

Liu Shiling recalled the dream she had last night, a happy smile uncontrollably spread across her face. Chuckling to herself, she hopped off the bed and put on the Garfield slippers Yang Zhen’er had bought for her, walking towards the window.

She pulled open the curtain, golden sunlight filtered into the room. Little Fatty Girl instinctively closed her eyes. Her chubby face was basked in the warmth of the sun, so comfortable that she found herself motionless, merely enjoying the sun with her eyes shut by the window sill.

After a while, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes—Sister Xiao Pingguo was up and was standing next to her, eyes also closed, allowing the sunlight to caress her face. She softly exclaimed, “The sunrise is beautiful.”

Little Fatty Girl didn’t bother asking Sister Xiao Pingguo how she could appreciate the sunrise with her eyes closed. In her understanding, Sister Xiao Pingguo was a super powerful magician who could command Golden Flash and summon Barbie Warriors. For her, seeing things with her eyes shut seemed perfectly reasonable.

As for Sister Xiao Pingguo being blind? That was just a feature of hers, just like Uncle Bald’s bald head, Custard Pie’s yellow fur, Golden Flash’s golden fur, Pretty Sister’s singing voice, Sister Barbecue Chicken Wing’s barbecue chicken wing magic, and Old Fairy Sister’s joy.

Little Fatty Girl gazed at the distant sunrise, resembling a slowly ascending half-cooked egg yolk, and leaned against Sister Xiao Pingguo. “Sister Xiao Pingguo, did we win?” she asked.

Sister Xiao Pingguo knew exactly what she was referring to, and responded with a nod, “I think we did.”

“Sister Xiao Pingguo, did you see that big monster? Do you know what it looks like?” Little Fatty Girl asked again.

“Well…according to Sister Bing and Uncle Xiang’s descriptions, the monster’s form is beyond our normal cognition. We helped Uncle Bald and Alice identify the monster’s existence in the dream by pinpointing those unusual and distinct elements…erm, it’s Uncle Xiang.” Sister Xiao Pingguo scratched her head awkwardly. She found that spending time with Little Fatty Girl made it easy to adopt her way of perceiving things. She found herself catching on Little Fatty Girl’s nicknames, not just calling “Uncle Bald”, but also “Old Fairy Sister” and “Pretty Sister”.

“So…did we help?” Little Fatty Girl asked again.

“We probably did… I think,” Sister Xiao Pingguo pondered, then spoke with more certainty: “We definitely did.”

She knew that Xiang Kun would not have allowed them to take part in the “battle” unless it was necessary given his protective nature. Reflecting on last night’s dream, her feelings and discoveries, she believed her understanding was correct.

Hearing her response, Little Fatty Girl was thrilled. Even though the long-awaited “monster battle” did not feature terrifying, powerful monsters, and felt more like playing hide and seek in a dream, she awakened with a special feeling. She was convinced she had become more powerful, but couldn’t quite figure out how or in what way.

In Little Fatty Girl’s logic, becoming stronger through her dream journey indicated that she must have played a major role and made significant contributions—even though she had no idea what those contributions might have been.

She only had a vague notion of her own. She didn’t dare to settle it, however, with the confirmation from the trusted Sister Xiao Pingguo, she couldn’t deny it anymore.

Suddenly, a considerable mass of matter dropped from above, lightly gathered onto the windowsill in front of them.

Then, Little Fatty Girl saw the large cat face of Custard Pie looking at her through the window with a “I’m hungry” expression.

Even though the sudden descent of Custard Pie was abrupt, they weren’t scared at all. Xiao Pingguo could have always confirmed by sound what Goldie and Custard Pie were doing upstairs, and right before Custard Pie’s drop, Little Fatty Girl felt something abruptly, like a kind of precognition, hence, she wasn’t surprised at all.

After Custard Pie landed, Goldie was close behind, landing at the edge of the window.

Little Fatty Girl opened the window and took Custard Pie in, and then both she and Xiao Pingguo went downstairs to check if there was anything suitable for breakfast.

…

When Little Fatty Girl and Xiao Pingguo were heading downstairs, Tang Baona also sat up from her bed.

Just awoken, her face still held the smile from her dreams. She played all night, hosted an all-night “concert”, yet she was completely energetic and invigorated.

Since her childhood, she had countless fantasies about performing on a grand and gorgeous stage, with top-notch sound equipment and backup dancers, with mountains of audiences beneath the stage, and she herself would sing spectacularly, with all spectators cheering greatly. Particularly after recently gaining such ability to sense everything’s melody, the “Emotional Melody”, she had secretly fantasized quite a bit after “creating” many songs.

However, when it came to actually performing on stage, she was still a bit resistant. She wanted to enjoy the passing limelight and expressiveness on stage, yet she didn’t want to bear the annoyance and troubles of being famous.

Thus, such performances in her dreams, that were both real and illusory, satisfied her performance desires well.

Particularly, her plays and her created songs were not just for her own “self-admiration”, there were real-time audiences — Old Xia, Little Apple, Xiao Lingdang, Yang Lao San, even Xiang Kun and Alice could hear them.

Not only could they hear them, these songs also served extremely “critical” roles, they could “awaken” them from their dreams.

This made Tang Baona feel extremely achieved, and so she invested great effort into the concerts in her dreams.

After the dream ended, once she woke up, Tang Baona felt the relaxation and achievement similar to having finished all the summer/winter holiday assignments after toiling an entire night during her student times, followed by a good sleep.

Sitting on the bed, she stretched lazily. An idea struck her, she touched the bracelet on her wrist, without focusing too hard, she sensed an immense melody playing.

Everything around her, the blanket, mattress, bed, wooden floor, bedside table, chair, desk, walls, curtains, exterior buildings, birds, flora, soil, and the nascent sunlight shining upon them. Oh, also, Yang Lao San, who is still sleeping soundly beside her, everything, played a melody as if they were all instruments which then merged perfectly into a grand symphony that was truly thrilling.