Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

【四】

The old man asked the child: "What do you think Youxuan looks like?"

Child: "What is Youxuan?"

The old man: "It is the netherworld, where people return after death."

The child thought for a while before saying, "It should be very cold, dark, and scary."

The old man gently stroked the child's hair, and his cloudy eyes revealed a loving light.He didn't say anything, just used his movements to comfort the scared child.

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"Today's light?" Atsushi Nakajima looked at the vast sky, where clusters of clouds were dyed orange with bright colors.This was probably the first time he noticed such a sky. In the past few days, the visions of the sky all happened at night, which was deep and mysterious.

But this time is different, such a sky is bright, gorgeous, and warm.

Quan Jinghua opened her eyes. For her, this was a scene she had never seen. When she was in the port of Mafia, she had no extra energy, and she never cared about it when she came to the detective agency.It wasn't until then, here, that she really came into contact with this vast sky.It turned out that there were still such scenes in the world, and it turned out that what she saw was not all.

There seems to be something suddenly enlightened in my heart.

Edogawa Ranpo put his hands behind his head, "Well, it looks like it's over."

A large piece of orange, everything is bathed in this light, as if it can melt all the darkness, the golden dragon head is facing the orange light, it looks like it is moving towards the light.Even the dragon with blue scales was shrouded in warm light, making the majestic and cold appearance a little softer.

"Your Excellency Dazai, do you know Ji Zhou?"

The man stands with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.He seems to be able to find a quiet high place forever, and stand there, watching everything.

Extreme day, also known as eternal day, is so called because the sun can be seen 24 hours a day.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to cover his face, part of the light passed through his fingers and fell on his face.The iris eyes were also illuminated by this light, like sparkling gems.

Men, women, young and old, dressed in clothes, gathered spontaneously and knelt in the direction of the sun, as if they were holding some solemn ceremony. This atmosphere infected everyone.

This is the last day of the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony. Perhaps it is because this is the last day that people are extraordinarily dignified. There is still a long time before the evening, but one can still feel that the atmosphere today is different from before.

"Are they worshiping the sun? Isn't it called a dragon sacrifice ceremony?" Osamu Dazai blinked, not quite clear why this scene happened.

Mr. Fumeng rested his chin in one hand and put the other behind his back. His pupils were reflected in the warm light and turned orange, "It's probably hard for you to understand." His words were very firm, which made Osamu Dazai even more puzzled. , Is there anything he can't understand?

"How much do you know about feelings?" the man asked looking at the golden sky, and this sunrise will soon end.

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, if he said he understood, he didn't understand either.

Mr. Fumeng turned around and walked towards the spiral staircase to leave, "Don't worry about it." Osamu Dazai followed behind him. "Dazai-kun, can you understand the concepts of parents, kinship, ancestors, and souls?" The man tilted his head slightly, his eyes seemed to see through everything.

Osamu Dazai didn't know how to answer, or rather, he couldn't understand.

Mr. Fumeng didn't care either, he knew in his heart that this question probably had no answer for Osamu Dazai.

Looking at the paving on the side of the road, the man carefully looked at the sales items on it, his fingertips stayed on the golden ornaments made into small locks for a moment, and then looked at other things.This was probably the first time that Osamu Dazai was wandering the streets with Mr. Floating Dream.

"In countries beyond the sea, people place great emphasis on kinship." The man said while looking at those small objects, just looking at them, but not buying them. "The people over there respect the sky and the earth, but the ancestors are always the most respected." There was a smile in the corner of the man's eyes, as if he was happy about it.

Osamu Dazai seemed to understand something, but also didn't seem to understand.

"This is a connection that belongs to people. From ancient times to the present, generations of people have made countless efforts to achieve the life we ​​have today. This is something rooted in the blood, and it is a unique power."

Osamu Dazai probably understands why the architectural style of Dragon Boat City is a traditional Chinese architectural style, because it tells a story belonging to China. The people here, the scenery here, the longing for dragons here, and the love for people here are all It is inextricably linked with China.

Sir, I probably like China very much.

Osamu Dazai has a feeling in his heart, but a man never expresses his liking in words, and only vaguely reveals this feeling in words.

Moreover, speaking of it, Mr. Fumeng's temperament is more inclined to that great country, which is the pride and elegance that have been accumulated for thousands of years.

"Sir, could it be..."

The man turned his head, his golden pupils were full of smiles, a little mischievous, he stretched out his finger and put it on his lips, "Shh——"

It doesn't matter who it is, just like his name.

Osamu Dazai looked around and had to say that he hadn't tasted the food here so far.Osamu Dazai, who suddenly became interested, began to look for his target, his eyes swept over one shop after another, and finally stopped at one shop.

"Sir, let's go eat that." Osamu Dazai pointed to the place he wanted.

Mr. Floating Dream looked at his fingers, then raised his eyebrows.Osamu Dazai was keenly aware of his movements, "Isn't it possible?" He tilted his head.

The man shook his head, "No, it doesn't matter. But let's eat something else in the morning." Osamu Dazai nodded. That shop, at first glance, is a place for dinner, so it's better to have some snacks in the morning.He took a few more glances and took note of the location of the store.

It has to be said that in terms of food, this country has advantages unmatched by all places. There are many types, complete styles, cooking methods, and tastes are also dazzling, which makes people feel dazzled.At first glance, I think this is delicious, and at first glance, I think that is delicious.

A person can't finish eating the food here in his whole life, let alone other strange ingredients.

Osamu Dazai fiddled with the contents of the bowl with a spoon, and Mr. Fumeng sat opposite him, quietly drinking the porridge in front of him.

Cook until thick, crystal clear rice, shredded lean meat soaked in rice porridge, green onion as a garnish.But it was not these that made Osamu Dazai question, but the dark and shiny preserved eggs in the bowl, which were different from the ordinary eggs that people knew.

The man put down his chopsticks, "Don't you want to drink?"

Osamu Dazai looked at the porridge in the bowl, looked up at Mr. Fumeng who was indifferent and indifferent, and squeezed out a smile, "No, I'm just a little curious."

The man propped one hand on the table, resting his chin on the palm, and said lazily: "It can be eaten, it has not been poisoned, and it will not die, preserved egg." He slightly raised his eyelids, "Is there anything else you want to ask? "

Osamu Dazai shook his head, put the porridge in the spoon into his mouth, his expression was a little strange, but also a little novel.

Mr. Floating Dream sighed and looked aside, kid.

When the man sighed like that again, most of the day had passed.

Osamu Dazai stuck out his tongue, hoping to relieve the heat on his tongue. "It's so spicy, so spicy." He stuck out his tongue and drank another glass of water.That's how he finished Odasaku's favorite spicy curry back then, but this time it was even spicier than that time.

The owner of the shop was still doing his calculations quite calmly as before.

Osamu Dazai certainly did not expect that this was the house that Edogawa Ranpo and the other three had visited.Before, the boss was a little worried because the three of them were relatively young, but he didn't worry at all about Osamu Dazai, an adult.After all, there are too many people like him!

"Hurry up and finish eating." Mr. Fumeng urged Dazai Osamu, completely unmoved.

Osamu Dazai looked at the flames in front of him, and felt that he was going to die here. The moment he entered, he seemed to see the old woman standing by the bridge with a bowl.

This way of dying is too painful.

Osamu Dazai puffed up his face, obviously it was a very childish action, but there was no disobedience in him at all.

The man picked up another chopsticks dish and put it in his mouth.Osamu Dazai fixed his eyes on the man, hoping to find something different on the man's face.But unfortunately, the other party's expression remained the same as usual, without any change.Not even the breathing has changed!

"Wasting food is not a good habit." Mr. Fumeng wiped his mouth slowly and put down his chopsticks. Osamu Dazai blinked and looked down.

Some of the food has been taken care of, but some are left.

Dazai let out a grunt from his throat.Sending a resentful look at the man, "Sir, can't you eat all of it? Don't leave it to me."

There was a soft smile on Mr. Fumeng's face, "Where, Mr. Dazai should feel it. You must be able to finish it. Didn't you also finish the spicy curry of Mr. Oda back then?"

How can this be the same.Osamu Dazai knew that he couldn't beat the other party, and the food on the table was indeed delicious, but he couldn't take spicy food very well.While eating, he couldn't help thinking that Odasaku should be able to get along well with his husband.

Osamu Dazai clutched his stomach and lay down on the wooden railing after finishing it.

Felt like a flame in my stomach.Osamu Dazai wrinkled his face and rubbed his stomach.

The man stood with him, watching the sunset in the distance.

"What does Dazai-kun think of Youxuan?"

Dazai Osamu thought for a while, and said in a rather light tone: "Probably similar to the soil? After all, people are buried in the ground after death." For him, it doesn't matter what happens after death.Only the living would think about what to do after death, and he didn't need to.

Put your hands on the vermilion wooden railings, the white and red form a sharp contrast.The man seemed to be thinking about something, "Is that so?"

"What about sir?"

Osamu Dazai put down his hand rubbing his stomach, and looked at the sky with him. The sun gradually set, and the light blue sky was dyed golden yellow and orange red. s color.

"Probably, warm."

The sun disc completely fell and disappeared into the horizon, but the sky was still warm, bright, golden, orange-red, and water-red, and these colors were so intense and bright that they could even make people shed physiological tears.The entire sky was divided into two halves, one half was golden red and the other half was dark blue. The city was bathed in golden light, leaving the night behind.

Always be illuminated by the light, the home of the soul.

This is Bai Ye and You Xuan.

The wind blew head-on, shaking the hem of their clothes.

"Sir, what have you been through?"

"It doesn't matter." It doesn't matter either.

【Fushengは梦のようで, Floating Dreamです.

Floating life is like a dream, but it is a floating dream. 】

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The first mini-map "Dragon Boat City" is over!

"Dragon Boat City" can be regarded as a small fantasy of mine. Some places are still not handled well, and I will work hard in the future.

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