"Oh my heart.. used to be close, used to be indifferent.. used to like~ The double jasmine flower.. lingering, wandering, begging for a longing..~♫"
The lyrics that I heard were something like this. As for the melody, I have to say that it's hard to describe because no new generation can imagine this kind of ancient music. It's like the Thai folk song that we hear at the entrance of Lotus. It's a track that only uncles and grandmas would spend their money to buy and collect.
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The young man who owned the dream began to feel afraid. Before, he was still a gangster who dared to fight with ghosts. But why did he change into a completely different person in just a few seconds? Maybe it was because the dream was so contradictory to what he saw in front of him. It made Wit confused. He didn't know how to piece together the information he had prepared with this place.
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When the dream didn't go as planned, he was flustered and circled the forest. The dirt road was dented with footprints, walking around in circles. As for him, all he could do was stand and wait for his position, alternating between watching what was happening behind the grass. What does this palace have to do with him? Why did the ghost keep urging him to come here? And what does Prao's house have to do with this? Everything is still a mystery!?
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"Ouch...damn it!"
"I thought I could easily settle everything, burn down that sloping roofed house, and then pound the ghost with my fist to get the truth."
"But this is a completely different story! Who are the ancient people on the lawn? Why are they singing and dancing?"
"What if this isn't a dream! What if I rashly do something and actually die?"
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To be honest, if I had an advisor or assistant, it would be great, but Wit was here alone! He couldn't do much except "Attahi Attanonatho" - I am my own refuge. Talking to myself was like reviewing my thoughts. He would definitely die in the bushes here if he didn't find a way to prove himself. And for that, he had to keep moving forward.
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The sneakers and backpack on his back were still there. Body and mind, with full equipment, lead the boss to move out of the forest line, walk straight ahead with courage. From now on, every step of Wit is a full invasion into the area of the Seb Sawatdiwong Palace. Not getting close would be useless, and the only way to know everything is to go straight in.
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"Oh, confused heart~ Distantly separated... Into the hour... Anguish in the heart~ ♫"
"Hmm... hmm... m.. m., hmm... m.. m.. m.. m! ~♪"
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Hearing the sound of a female singer holding a microphone singing on the stage. Next to the lawn for dancing at the back before reaching the stairs to the hip roof palace, there is a small stage. On it, there are many western musical instruments. Someone plays the piano and violin. And the stage is decorated with bright yellow marigolds blooming. The vintage atmosphere is full. The closer I walk, Wit sees himself as a strange person. He doesn't fit in here at all, all he has is a bandage on his body, and some of his wounds are bleeding nonstop!
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So I wonder what inspired the owner of this dream to do such a stupid thing. Does Wit really think that he can enter such a civilized club without being greeted!
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"Who are you! How did you get in here? You scumbag!"
The opening was like a lost opera, and the person who spoke was a maid in a high-necked white reception dress, her voice filled with hatred.
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She should be the one in charge of the food and drinks at the event, because from what Wit observed, around the dance floor of the Seb Sawatdiwong Palace, there were also small food stalls set up around it, so that any guest who wanted to eat anything could just walk up and eat. It was a Western-style party, with female maids serving, and of course, they wouldn't serve a stranger like Wit!
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"What do you say?! What are you doing?!"
She kept pressing on.
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"H..I.. I'm coming..a..a."
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"Why bother asking?! Get out of here right now! This is the lady's royal territory!"
"Let's throw him out, drag him to the forest over there!"
This time, the one who broke in was a male butler-style servant. He was wearing a high-necked white waiter's shirt and a dark blue loincloth. He used to hold a tray of snacks to serve the masters, but now it was temporarily placed on the table so that he could use that hand to wave to other waiters to come help.
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"Hold on!!!"
Holding his hands behind his back, he was done.
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"Hey, bro! , Calm down! , Let's talk nicely! I just want to go inside that hip roof house for a bit!"
"Ouch! Bro, don't hurt me! I'm hurt. Can't you see my wound?"
"Ouch! , Ouch! , Ouch!! My arm is yours, Ouch!!!!! "
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Four people carried and three people dragged him along the ground like a sack of rice that could not be lifted. Wit scraped along the grass pitifully. His backpack strap even came off. His shoes flew in all directions. These groups of men did not take him lightly.
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This outrageous act of violating human rights was seen by no one except the birds! It sounds like a joke, but it was true. Because the high-class masters were only having fun and did not know the truth. Wit was dragged far away. And probably only the barn owls in the cage on the roof would notice this abnormality from a high angle.
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"Quackkkkkkkkk! , Quackkkkkkkkk! Quackkkkkkkkk!"
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Clouds covered the sky along with the sound of birds chirping, consistent with the rat bite wounds on Wit's body that were slowly emitting a faint glow. Darkness began to spread. The young man began to feel something was wrong within his body. But the housekeepers did not think so! On top of that, they even agreed to change the location from the forest to a cliff, so that no one would go back to the hustle and bustle of the hip roof house again!
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"Hey!, No, don't do this to me!, I can go out by myself, don't do this to me!"
"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!"
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"Crash, Crash, Crash"
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"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! Help meeeeeee!!!"
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Squirming like a dog in hot water, how can one man fight a group of minions from the vintage land? It's no different from using a piece of wood to pry open a log. Add a little more time and everything is done. The head butler in the loincloth counted from one to three, and then Wit's entire body was thrown off the cliff! He fell down along with the pitch-black sky!
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"Whoosh!~
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"Thumbs!!!"
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"Ouch... Ouch!"
"Hey! It doesn't hurt at all?! It's soft like cotton!"
Wit said as he turned his face from side to side. He tried to look down to check for the reason, and that's what made him jump and stand up abruptly!
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"Shit!" Marigolds!?"
"A field of marigolds! The flowers of the ghosts!!!"
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"No, no, no! It can't be like this!"
"Marigolds!, Marigolds!, This is a marigold!, Marigolds everywhere!"
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Believe it or not, from being scared and terrified and running away from it, it was the one that made him feel his vital signs. Lightness was returning. The pain from the wounds on his body disappeared. He let himself be immersed in the healing atmosphere for a while until Wit started to close his eyes... And what do you know? The moment he opened his eyes! He was already standing on the lawn in front of the Seb Sawat Wong Palace!
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"Whoosh!!!"
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The roofed house was still standing tall. This return must not be the same. Wit felt that he was not himself, as evidenced by the indifference of the three butlers who had just walked back. From the cliff to the roofed house, believe it or not, no one was interested in his standing out. So what has Wit become?!