Book1:TeDream-Maker (第32/166页)

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    Itwasgetting1ate．Thedaywasdrawingtoacloseandtheskiesgraduallydarkened．Dimitriytherezilyonhisbench．Hisdayhadgonebyhazily．Inhissubsciousness,hehadbeenawareofshadowsofpeopleingandgoing：Twomountedpoliceofficersambledbyandhadtiedtheirhorsesuheshadeofsometreeswhiletheytooktheirbreakbeforeresumingtheirpatrol．Amadoldassedbymungonabunchofbananas，whichshepeeledonebyoossingtheskinsintothegarbagewhenshehadfinished．Nooneeverknewhername．Wheninagoodmood，shewouldturnprankish，puttingapsticbagoverherfadmakefacesatpeople，ughinghappilywhenshefoundtheywerescared．Butwhenshewasangry，shewouldshoutandcussatthetopofhervoice，gesturingvehemently．Dimitriadmiredhergreatlyforherlifestyle，forabandoningherselffreelyairelytohermoodswings．Otherpedestrianshadpassedbytoo，butnowallweregonehekwhere．

    Amistymoonpeepedoutfrombehindsomeclouds,graduallysendingouthertranslutrays．Onastrusite，rowsoflong-neckedes,sturdybulldozers，dredgersandrollersstoodsilentandmotionless．Fromafar,theyresembledtheenormousdinosaursthatruledtheearthbillionsofyearsago．Nowthesegiganticcreatureshadlongdisappearedfromthefaceoftheearth．Inthespaceofanight，theworldseemedtohaveturopsy-turvy．Arethesesteendironmaestheirmodernterparts?Drowsily，Dimitrifelgainintohissweetdreams．

    Chapter4LifeStoriesofAisha,Stephanie,Angelica,

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    Lotus,Samantha,DornaandNatalie

    KingDimitri’sWomen

    Aisha:

    AfterthegreatbattlewiththeRomansoldiers，thiuronormandDreamndwasrestoredtoitsinalpeadcalm．ButKingDimitrihadmysteriouslydisappearedandhadnotbeenheardofsince．Usedtohisetricways，thetwenty-fourbeautieslivedtheirleisurelylives，pursuingtheirowsastheyhadalotofidletimeontheirhands;buttheycouldn’thelpfeelingalittlelostandlonely．Ianceahelicopter，silveryandshiny，wasseenflyingtowardsthendingfieldontherighttipoftheTwinPeaks．Aishalookeddownatthegoonwithitssurroundingmountains，attherefleoftheglitteringyellowtilesoftheesepace-likebuildingaawarmsenseofhomeing．Shendedhercraftpreciselyandaccurately，fullydemonstratingherskilerity．Shesteppeddownposedlyfromherhelicopter，carryiwobooksshehadgonedowntothevilgepostofficetoget．Theflightmeicsrushedovertothesmallpactflyingmaewithitstransparentbodyfullyexposingitssilveryinterior，designedespeciallyforthetwenty-fourbeautiesasameansoftransportation．Theypusheditawaytotheairbaseforrefuelingandmaintehereavarietyofheliceandsmallwereassembled．

    Walkihesuspensietowardstheesestylebuilding，Aishawasstruckwiththepletesilence．Usuallythepcewasfullofughterandactivity；butnow，withoutitsmaster,allhadbeelifelessandstagnant．"Wherehaseveryonegoo?"shethoughtassheeheemptyhallwithitsmajestiishings，meticulouslykeptupandimposingasever；butitallthemoreemphasizeditspreseion．WhenKingDimitriwashere，thehallwasfullofmusidsinginganddeliciousfoodwasserveduhedlelightandnternsbythebeautiesadorhpreciousjewels．Lifethenwasbusyafundfullofmeaning．ShewalkedupthestairstothesedfloorandpausedforamomentatthelongFrendowsoverlookingthecrystalclear，icy-coldgoon，andrememberedwithnostalgiahowKingDimitritookthemboa