Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The boy sitting by the window has not changed at all, time cannot leave a trace on his body, wearing a white bathrobe, Floating Dream looks at the snowflakes falling from the sky outside the window, unknowingly it is winter, different from the local gods , He would not stay in the shrine when the new year was approaching and he was too busy to die. Instead, he took the medicine seller and Clay directly to Hokkaido, and rented a mansion and hot springs for people to use.

"Good day." The medicine seller came in with a plate. There was only a simple casserole on the plate, which contained seafood porridge, sticky white rice, emerald green onion and red prawns inside. Sharp contrast, clear colors.Fumeng turned around and nodded to him, "Good day, I'm sorry to trouble you again." He reached out to take the thing, and Claire's body is a snake. remain in the body.As we all know, snakes are temperature-changing animals. When the weather turns cold and the temperature drops to 10°C, they will stop all activities and begin to hibernate.

So it belongs to Clay, the annual winter sleepiness period is here again.

Fumeng scooped up the thick porridge with a small white porcelain spoon, brought it to his mouth and blew carefully, "Yetou is sending messages to bombard me again, what a troublesome guy." Wait until the temperature of the porridge is right, Fumeng just put the spoon into his mouth, and he enjoyed his breakfast bit by bit, without any hurry.Such days have passed for a long time, and the first encounter seems like yesterday.

The pharmacist was wearing a cyan blue bathrobe, and his loose blonde hair was loosely tied and hung on his shoulders, "Ah, besides accusing you, what else did you say?" Fumeng curled her lips incredulously, " He, he was fired by his own artifact again. I don’t know how many times it is.” The black-haired young man’s expression was indifferent, not because he didn’t care about his friend’s situation, but because he didn’t care about his friends for a few months, or even less than a year. Sending a message bombing in two months, crying and complaining that I was fired by the artifact again, would be such a calm reaction.

"Ah, by the way, Xiaofu also sent me a message." The young man took the mobile phone from one side, his movements were a little clumsy, and he frowned slightly.Seeing his appearance, the young man with light blond hair shook his head, took the mobile phone from his hand, and called out the text message quite skillfully.Fumeng shook her head left and right, with a bit of displeasure on her face, "Why use this thing, really, it's not as easy to use as a messenger talisman." It's not that it can't be used, it's just inexplicable, Fumeng is very repulsed by electrical appliances, Especially mobile phones and computers, which have developed rapidly in the past decade or so.I prefer envelopes and letter paper over mobile phones, and pens and manuscript paper over computers. I am as simple as a literati living in Heisei.

The drug seller browsed the messages on the phone screen, "There is no way, after all, the gods are also developing." Fu Meng bit the fresh and sweet shrimp, "Although it is so..." His words were a little bit Indistinct, the second half of the words disappeared directly from the mouth.It wasn't until he finished eating the shrimps that he continued: "It's not so much that the gods are also developing, it's better to say that they seem to be assimilated by humans."

This sentence is true, since the first time I saw Ebisu more than ten years ago, the other party was wearing a suit, dressed like a company elite, and Xiaofu and Dahei were also gods who were almost indistinguishable from humans.The boy-like god finally finished his breakfast. He slowly cleaned the corners of his mouth and hands, "As far as I'm concerned, I can't understand it." After all, he is a god from another world, although he has a legal identity here , but they are not the same in essence.

Fumeng looked at the goose feather heavy snow outside the window. It was bitingly cold outside, but the inside was warm and pleasant. He wore a coat and walked one after the other with the drug seller to the Japanese room, which is usually used for rest and relaxation. There are TVs, bookcases, There is a kotatsu in the middle, and Fumeng got in, showing a lazy look, and a girl with mercury-colored hair was also nestled in the kotatsu, oranges, senbei, and various snacks for satisfying hunger were placed on the top of the table.Seeing that the movements were in unison, almost melting into the kotatsu, the coquettish young man smiled, lifted the quilt, sat in, then lifted the teapot on the table, took a cup, and poured himself a cup hot tea.

The TV was turned on, and a reality show was playing. Because the new year was approaching, it gradually had a strong taste of the new year.Fumeng peeled the orange peels and watched TV, suddenly he paused, "Yato?" The host holding the microphone asked the purple-haired boy what wishes he had for the New Year, the purple-haired boy thought for a while, "Promotion and salary increase... right? But, compared to this, I really want to spend time with my friends." This answer is not out of line, and it can even be said to be quite down-to-earth.It's so down-to-earth that people can't see that this is a god at all.

"Hey——Yato thinks so." Fumeng drew his tone, as if he was a little surprised by the seriousness of his answer, and then he was held in the hands of the drug seller, and then the mobile phone that was placed on the table rang crazily stand up.

The drug seller took a look, "It's Yato." The black-haired boy stretched out his hand, and the young man picked up the phone and put it in his hand.Fumeng turned on the phone expressionlessly, and sure enough, he saw a bombardment of many messages. Before he could react, the call came in. "It's really troublesome." The boy stretched out his finger and pressed the power button. After a few seconds, the phone screen went black.Throwing the mobile phone to the pharmacist, Fumeng burrowed into the kotatsu again, "Leave him alone." This has almost become a repertoire for more than ten years, and now he has no interest at all.

On the other side, Yato stared at the phone that heard the sound of 'the other party has turned off', and complained crazily under the eyes of Xiaofu and Dahei. "What are you doing?! Fumeng, he turned off the phone!!" Yato sat down after venting his anger, the expression on his face was still full of anger.The pink-haired girl comforted him, "Don't worry, they will come over during the New Year, and you can stay here now." Xiaofu smiled sweetly, and she looked out at the sky, where it was snowing in Hokkaido, this It is also snowing.

There is a saying in the country on the other side of the sea, which is called the auspicious snow heralds a good year.Looks like it's going to be a good year.

When Xiaofu thought of this, Dahei stood up next to him, "I'll cook." Yato immediately raised his hand, "I want to eat pork chop rice!" Dahei turned around and shouted, "How can there be so many for you to order? ah!"

In the end, I still had hot pork chop rice.Yato looked like he hadn't eaten for a few days, and was tearing as he put food into his mouth.Dahei looked at his eating appearance with disgust, and finally refilled the rice for him under Xiaofu's smiling expression. "I've been saved." Yato patted his swollen belly contentedly. He leaned against the table, but his hands didn't stop. He peeled off the orange's peel, exuding a sweet and sour fresh smell. He stuffed a piece of orange into it. His mouth suddenly narrowed his eyes, "It's so sour!" But even so, he still ate it cherishingly, "I heard from the gods that Fumeng made a big fuss at the god meeting?"

Xiaofu drank the hot tea that Dahei poured for her, "Ah, yes, I was absent from the meeting before, and someone came up with an idea, but I didn't expect that Xiaofu was almost sent to see that goddess." Even though Yato had heard She called him Xiaofu many times, but she was still not very comfortable with it.But soon his attention was shifted to her words, "Ah, speaking of which, Fumeng has gotten very close to Huangquan in recent years, right?"

Regarding the goddess of Huangquan, no matter which god it is, he doesn't want to say too much, Xiaofu blinked, "Ah, it seems that there is something wrong." Yato was a little surprised, "Is there something to do with that goddess?" Xiaofu heard what Fumeng said One point, "This, Xiao Fu said, is related to the pen." Yato scratched his head, "That guy Fumeng is always weird."

Xiao Fu smiled, "Don't say that, oh, that's right." She stood up, ran to a side cabinet, and took out a small box from it, "He asked me to give it to you, Yato." The purple-haired Futsushen took the box, opened it, and saw that it was a handful of incense.Yedou looked at the gift that hadn't changed for more than ten years, and the corners of his eyes twitched. Although he knew that the other party had good intentions, he didn't want this kind of kindness!

Yeto accepted the box resignedly, not to mention, the incense made by the medicine seller was quite good.

Ebisu Xiaofu looked at the other party's face full of reluctance, but his brows were raised, and he knew that he was very happy.But Yato is still complaining, "I hope I can give you something different next time."

Dahei glanced at him, "You have too many demands." Yato held his head up like a victorious cat, "What do you know! Do you have it?" He held the box carefully and looked left and right , and finally pushed the box to Xiaofu, "Xiaofu help me put it away." He smiled, his eyes bent into crescent moons, and his young face was full of vigor, which made him look more like an ordinary human teenager .After getting along for so long, Xiao Fu naturally knew the difficulties of the other party, so she put the box back.

Satisfied, Yetou turned around, stuffed another piece of orange into his mouth, and then narrowed his eyes, "When will Fumeng and the others come back?" Ebisu Xiaofu also took an orange and peeled it open. While thinking about it, she then gave an answer: "I don't know, or I'd better ask." She turned on the phone, moved her fingers, and then there was a notification that the sending was successful.Yeto tilted his head, not quite understanding why she did this, obviously that guy Fumeng didn't care about his phone at all, and he didn't use it a few times at all, not to mention it was turned off before.

But the next second, Yato became angry.Because Xiaofu's cell phone rang, the pink-haired girl took a look, "Ah, I replied."

Yato squeezed over, and saw the same tone on the screen, "Next week." Yato raised his voice angrily, "Why did you reply to Xiaofu's message!" With the noisy background sound, Xiaofu looked at the calendar , she looked at the date, "Next week, it happens to be the New Year."

【desire.

Wish. 】