Holding the candle, Pan was trembling slightly.

He saw serious and focused expressions on the faces of everyone around him, including Peter Barry.

He followed the others and walked into the hut on the roof.

After placing the candle in the center of the room in a pattern, Pan began to look around.

It was a small room, but it was enough for seven of them.

Various posters, newspaper clippings, and magazine photos were neatly pasted on the wall, and Pan began to browse the content on the wall in amazement.

His sight was first attracted by a photo of a "Ferris Wheel".

He stared blankly at the giant wheel on which the carriage was mounted, imagining how it turned slowly.

"That's the Ferris wheel exhibited at the Gregorian Exposition in 1893..."

Pan turned to look at Holly Carter who was speaking. Today, she was braided, and she became obviously more cheerful, and she also set her sights on the Ferris wheel.

Pan continued to look at the newspaper clippings on the wall with various contents.

There are gorgeous fountains, the most luxurious carousel, and the clown haunted house that makes people line up...

"These..." Pan's eyes sparkled, "What are they?"

"This one," Holly pointed to the newspaper clippings about the rides, "this is the amusement park that Peter and we envisioned—

"Our dream is to be big, to have enough money and power, to transform downtown.

"This amusement park for children to play for free is one of the renovation projects."

Can put so many interesting things together, and let children go in and play for free... Pan was obsessed with watching it for a while.

"Don't just immerse yourself in the 'amusement park'." Peter seemed to notice that Pan was staring obsessively at a newspaper clipping in an area. He patted Pan on the shoulder and pointed to the wall next to him—more information was posted there.

Skyscrapers inlaid with glass, machines that bake bread automatically, streamlined fuel cars...

Peter put his hand on Pan's shoulder, and the latter looked around the photos and drawings with some dullness.

Seeing Pan's stunned expression, Peter smiled: "Pan, do you know what this means?"

Turning his head to look at Peter in astonishment, Pan shook his head.

Peter Barry said patiently: "This is our dream."

Looking at Pan, who was still a little confused, Peter continued: "Pan, you know, many people's dreams belong only to him. For example, becoming a millionaire or a big star, dreaming of moving out of downtown and living in Long Island, Own a villa of your own and even have a motorboat…

"I think those dreams are too small."

"Too small?" For Pan, who can have a full meal, he doesn't know why these dreams are "small".

"Yes," Peter Barry nodded, "too small.

"They can only pretend to be themselves.

"If you think about it, even if they escaped downtown and lived the upper life...

"The world remains unchanged.

"People still die from pneumonia because they're too cold, or kids get stabbed to death by their peers trying to grab soda cans in the street...

"That's not a dream, that's an escape plan."

Peter paused, his eyes seemed to look into the distance.

"And I think differently.

"I want change, not escape.

"I want to lead everyone together to change the environment we live in.

"Not only myself, let more people live in happiness.

"Among them..." Peter smiled like a wise adult, and he pointed to Pan, "including you."

Change your environment?

Let everyone live in happiness?

This was the first time Pan heard of someone making such a wish.

Peter's speech shocked him more than imagining the playground that didn't exist yet.

"So..." Beside, Holly joined the conversation again, "You know what we're here for, right?

"Peter's dream is our dream.

"Our small family does not aim to monopolize the newspaper business on any street...

"It's about being strong enough one day to make Lower Town a great place."

In the candlelight, the partners showed tacit smiles.

Although Peter's dream is to transform the whole of downtown, Pan's main focus is on the playground.

He pointed to the blank space in the middle of the "Paradise Plan" depicting the Ferris wheel and carousel and asked, "Why is this place empty?"

Fry looked at the blank space, shrugged and said, "Peter thinks that something particularly eye-catching should be placed in the center of the playground...

"It must be able to hold down the entire paradise."

"What exactly it is, we haven't figured it out yet."

"Isn't even the Ferris wheel okay?"

"Not even the Ferris wheel." Foley replied absently, wanting to return to the topic he had just started with Mike.

Pan fell silent for a while, and the partners began to chat about their own things.

They didn't notice that Pan's soul seemed to fly out of the sky - he was flying in the playground of his imagination...

Suddenly, Pan saw the thing in the center.

It was a castle.

He couldn't remember where he had seen such a castle before, only that it was a long, long time ago.

"How about the castle?"

It was just a soft sentence that made the surrounding conversations stop.

Everyone, including Peter, turned their attention to Pan.

castle?

Build a massive castle in the middle of an amusement park?

Everyone looked at Pan with surprised eyes.

"This is a great idea!" Peter was obviously excited, "There is no one who doesn't like castles!"

The partners all nodded with their eyes wide open, and began to discuss which magazine or book to find a suitable picture of the castle from...

For the first time, what I said was unanimously recognized by the people.

He even got the approval of the people he cares about the most.

Pan's little face was flushed red.

The candle was still burning quietly, slightly warming the secret corner of the room with the closed door.

The buddies discussed in low voices about the future of downtown, with occasional bursts of laughter.

At this moment, the whistle of the education officer, the singing of drunkards, the frightened sound of wild cats kicking over the trash can, and the shouting and cursing from nowhere, all intertwined into a not-so-sounding piece of music in the sky above this urban area.

However, this small room temporarily blocked the music,

No one knows that there are seven teenagers here, talking about the bright future that belongs to everyone here.

It can be said that no matter in Pan's heart or in the hearts of Mike and others, that was the happiest time.

That rooftop also left fond memories of more than one night.

Summer has arrived in a blink of an eye. Each of them held a bottle of soda, sat on the edge of the roof, looked at the blue sky above their heads, and discussed what the clouds in the distance were changing into.

There was a sudden buzzing, and they saw a plane with three propellers flying across the sky.

Peter Barry stood up suddenly, chased the plane that had just taken off and ran forward for a while, until he ran to the edge of the roof before he had to stop.

"Guys!" he flushed—rarely has he been seen so excited, "That's Transcontinental Airlines (TAT)'s new passenger plane!

"New Covenant to San Los!" (Note 1)

The plane climbed rapidly, and Peter stared at it firmly, as if turning into a mutter: "That's my Ford Tri-engine!"

When Peter said that, it wasn't that he really owned a Ford Tri-engine.

Everyone knows ~lightnovelpub.net~ Peter has a far-reaching obsession with airplanes—

He carved a Ford tri-engine airplane out of wood, and everyone knew it was his greatest treasure. He put it on his desk as a treasure, and played with it several times a day.

At that time, Pan was still sitting on the edge of the roof, with the sweet and sour taste of the soda in his mouth, surrounded by his companions who were thinking or whispering.

He turned his head to look at Peter's back, who was watching the distant plane become a black spot in the sky...

He suddenly felt that the night that "won't dawn" seemed to be dawning.

He wanted this moment to be forever.

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Note 1: This flight was opened in 1929 in our world line. In the modern world line, because of the progressive movement of "Saint Andre", the opening time has been advanced by more than ten years. Generally speaking, the social and technological development in the story is slightly earlier than reality.