Did Melisande Make Any Friends Today?

——Copywriter The moment Melisande announced that she wanted to make friends all over Paris, the peaceful partnership life of Verlaine and Rimbaud officially came to an end. The first thing to suffer was the living room. When Rimbaud discovered that she had used honey to draw "Friendship Lines" on the windows, the sticky golden liquid had spread from the glass to the ceiling. Verlaine stood aside with a wet towel and tried to communicate: "Sander, honey is food, not a paint." "But," Melisande turned her face, her golden vertical pupils shining brightly under the light, and the tips of her furry wings were still dripping with honey, "The friend passage drawn like this is sweet!" Rimbaud looked at the scrapped windows and sticky ceiling, and silently added "waterproof paint" and "ten times the amount of rags" to his shopping list. ⑴ Mélisande's routine is a mystery. Verlaine often found a small figure curled up in a ball on the sofa late at night. She insists that the ceiling in the living room is "more like stars" than in the bedroom. Verlaine tried to carry her back to his room, but she would wrap her wings tightly around his arm while she was half asleep, muttering "Don't go, Dedren." After a few times, Verlaine gave up. After compromising, Verlaine chose to sit down and read for a while under the floor lamp, letting his arms gradually become numb until Rimbaud came out from work and saw this scene. Rimbaud didn't say anything and silently went to the bedroom to get an extra blanket and gently covered the two of them. Sometimes he would dim the lights, sit on another single sofa, and continue reading the unfinished report. In the late night in the safe house, the only sounds left were the turning of book pages, the faint sound of report writing, and Melisande's steady and long breathing. ⑵ Melisande's "making friends" always comes with unexpected gifts. Sometimes it's the squirrel chasing her in the park, sometimes it's an ugly "laughing" stone by the river. The most troublesome time was when Mélisande tried to invite the local parrot from the corner cafe to "go home for the night," causing a small riot that lasted twenty minutes. In the end, Rimbaud used his supernatural powers to expand the subspace. He gently but unquestionably "sent" the feathered friend back to his perch, showed the commune's special certificate to the shop owner, and gave a rigorous explanation of "behavior of supernatural creatures". Verlaine was responsible for patiently telling Melisande afterwards that friends in human society usually do not need to be "invited" back to the nest. For Rimbaud and Verlaine, change was subtle. At the edge of Rimbaud's task notes, notes about "Buy children's vitamins" and "Wing care oil" began to appear. The inner pocket of Verlaine's coat was gradually filled with shiny candy wrappers and smooth pebbles next to the pears, which were all things that Melisande solemnly defined as "proof of friendship." ⑶ Melisande's farewell was on an ordinary morning, silently. No warning, no explanation, not even a "goodbye." Verlaine just walked towards the sofa in the living room in the daylight as usual, only to find that it was empty and the blankets were neatly folded. An all too familiar silence took his breath away. Then, he seemed to see the young child, whom he regarded as the same kind, standing barefoot on the window sill, holding high a pure white flower that came from nowhere, facing the rising sun. The gesture was almost a sacrifice, or an instinctive call to return home. Immediately afterwards, a beam of too pure light, or just the visual afterimage left after her figure faded, swallowed her up gently. The outline of the wings, the curled tips of the hair, and the white flower all disappeared without a trace in the pure white halo. It's like she never existed. But on the cold window sill, where the flower originally stood, lay a colorless, almost transparent crystal, like a drop of solidified tear with no home. Verlaine walked over, stretched out his hand, and stopped when his fingertips were about to touch the crystal. Rimbaud was standing behind him at some point, still holding the hot milk he intended to give to Melisande. * Reading guide: Melisande is a humanoid child (race: ???) With wings, scales and golden vertical pupils. A child's mind is logical and self-consistent. She often talks to herself; she has a pure and unknowing bad character. Intention: You don't have to be someone in anyone's eyes, just exist openly and you will be loved.