From then on, this strange guest, or "God" as he thought, would come every night.

On the second night, the guest still brought the same clothes and books, but the difference was that this time he also wore a pair of contact lenses, or colored contact lenses?

Hesitantly, he opened the box of contact lenses that the customer handed to him with a smile - inside was a pair of silver-blue contact lenses.

"I was in a hurry last night and forgot to bring this." The customer asked politely, "I have never used this before. It is safest to buy a pair. Do you mind wearing it?"

He naturally doesn't mind.

After changing into the tattered orphanage clothes and the pair of silver-blue contact lenses behind the curtain, he sat there flipping through a book. Under the gaze of this guest, his scalp tingled for a moment.

——The look in his eyes is different from last night, after he put on this pair of contact lenses.

The guest looked at him with an extremely focused look, or rather... nostalgic, as if he had spent countless millions of years in this hazy silence, guarding this sculpture with silver-blue glasses that could not speak, would not look at him, but could only turn the pages of a book and read.

As if sensing his nervousness, the guest chuckled and asked, "Does my gaze make you uncomfortable?"

After hesitating for a while, he shook his head honestly: "No."

——Although this guest looked at him intently, his eyes were different from those of the other guests.

There was no desire in his eyes when he looked at him, he just looked at him simply and calmly - just like he was looking at a character in a TV show, or an NPC in a game.

The guests looked at him as if he were not a human being.

But he always felt that in this guest's eyes, he was much more like a human being than in the eyes of other guests.

After the two of them spent some time in silence, he tentatively asked, "Do you... like the child I play?"

The guest pondered for a moment, as if thinking about his question, and then chuckled: "I don't really understand what you mean by liking."

"I just got used to his company, even though he never responded to me."

"Is this child your heir?" He answered subconsciously, "If he wants to leave, you can stop him."

——Every man in this circle treats his children in this way. They can arrange everything for their children as they wish.

Business cards, successors, jobs - everything will be arranged.

These children were just like him. Once they were born into the families of men in the inner circle, they would never be able to leave the control of the inner circle and the Holy See. The trajectories of their lives had been clearly planned from the moment they were born, and there was no possibility of deviation.

So he was a little confused about this situation - a man who was powerful enough to clear out the inner circle of men was actually heartbroken because his child was about to leave him.

This is really bizarre.

"When He had no soul and was just a sculpture, I could easily keep Him by my side," the guest replied with a chuckle, "but now that He has a soul, it's no longer possible."

"He will fight endlessly against my attempts to restrain and hold him back for the things he desires, for the people he wants to protect, and for the moment when his soul is born."

The guest looked at him with eyes full of nostalgia and some deep emotion that he couldn't understand: "He understands love and has a soul."

"He is no longer my peer, and we can no longer sit under the stars and be together in such peace."

"You can take me to the sea." He said awkwardly, "You must be a god, right? Can't you keep this child?"

The guest smiled and replied: "Even God cannot keep a person with a soul."

He slowly straightened his back, and in confusion, yet full of some uncontrollable yearning, he repeated the guest's words: "A person with a soul?"

Her words echoed in my ears again: [Leave here, leave the castle in the sky. ]

【There is a broader stage waiting for you. 】

"Thank you for your company tonight." The guest stood up, put on his cloak, and thanked him with a smile, "Is there anything you want?"

His mind was in a mess and he said a lot of things casually, and the customers accepted everything he said.

"Can you take me away from this island tonight?" He asked cautiously, "Just go to the sea like we did last night."

"Going to the sea..." The guest laughed, "If it's just an outlying island, do you like the sky?"

He was stunned.

The guest held out his leather-gloved hand to him and smiled gently: "I'll take you to see the universe, where I was born. Do you want to go?"

His eyes lit up, and he put his hand on it without hesitation: "Go!"

That night, when the guests sent him back to the island, his mind was blank except for the vast silver-blue stars. He fell into the thick quilt with a dazed expression, and then suddenly jumped up uncontrollably with excitement, humming and punching the air wildly, then fell backwards, hugged the pillow, and rolled back and forth and kicked his legs in the quilt.

So beautiful.

It turns out that the world is so big.

Just like she said, it’s so vast.

He slowly and carefully took out the photo from his clothes on his chest and quickly covered the upper part of the photo with the dog man, only looking at the sunny her, and then slowly and carefully pressed her against his chest, and then slowly curled up into a ball, curled up in the quilt, and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

The starry sky outside the island is brilliant.

The guest came almost every night during that period, and he took him to see the most remote scenery and met all his requests.

Sit on the ocean and watch mermaids swim by, see the ancient animals frozen under the Antarctic ice, and squeeze in on a busy train.

Guests would sometimes jokingly say to him, "That passenger's mirror is going to explode one day."

He would ask in confusion: "Why?"

Guests will laugh and say, “I designed it to explode because I thought it was funny.”

In short, it was words that he couldn't understand at all, but it didn't stop him from having a good time.

No one had ever taught him how to play, and he seemed to have found the friend she was talking about.

But he knew that this guest would leave one day, but he didn't know why, as if he was trying to avoid facing the fact that this guest was leaving.

But one day, the guest brought it up himself. He looked at him flipping through a book and suddenly said, "I won't come tomorrow night."

"Where would you like to go tonight?"

The guest spoke of this incident with such ease, as if it was as easy as saying goodbye to an after-dinner TV show, as if he had no idea how cruel this was to him.

His hand trembled as he turned the page, and he looked up in disbelief. Then he quickly calmed down and asked, "Does that mean he won't come tomorrow?"

"No," the guest replied with a smile, "I won't come again in the future."

He sat there for a long time, turned his face away, controlled his emotions, and made himself look as cold and hard as possible. Then, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly jumped up from where he was standing, and hurriedly ran while saying, "Wait a minute!"

"Then wait for me for a moment!"

His tears still fell, and while he was wiping them hastily, he took out the dress from a cupboard he had hidden under his duvet bed - the dress he wore for dancing to "Salome".

[There are many people in this world who really appreciate your dance and admire your beauty. They exist. I have seen them.]

He took a deep breath, put on the gauze dress, and walked out with his shoulders trembling.

"Can I, can I dance for you?" he asked in a trembling voice.

The guest said gently, "Yes."

He had danced this dance countless times under the candlelight, beside the velvet. Through the dim candlelight and velvet, those people stared at him with the eyes that he hated the most and was most disgusted with - just as they had once stared at her.

But not this time, not from beginning to end.

The guest sat there quietly, without jumping up halfway, without lying on the ground to touch his feet, and without saying some subtle teasing sentences that he now understood but hated.

After he finished dancing, he turned around, with purple eyes full of tears, holding the hem of his skirt tightly with both hands, and asked the guests softly, "Does it look good?"

"Very beautiful." The guest replied with a smile, "Your soul is as beautiful as your dance."

He finally smiled, tears streaming down his face. He took two steps back very modestly, lifted the hem of his skirt, lowered his head slightly, and performed the dance closing move he had seen thousands of times in the videotape:

"Thanks for watching."