Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

[On this barren and cold snow field, there is nothing alive, except for ice and snow, which are bare rocks.

I don't know how long I've been wandering in this snowfield, and I'm almost turning into a 'snow girl' or a 'snow monster' who happened to pass by the border of the snowfield.Finally, on a certain night, I found the bloom in the depths of the cave, a small piece of sky was exposed above, and the moonlight fell gently. Tonight was surprisingly clear and clear without snow.

It is hard to imagine that that child can bloom such a pure and beautiful flower.It is clearly a cannibal ghost, but the flowers that bloom are so harmless and weak.I lightly touched the pure white petals with my hand, "You, troublesome guy." I complained casually, leaning against the stone wall, shaking the flagon hanging on my waist, fortunately, there is still wine, there is a mouthful He drank the wine without a sip, but his thoughts suddenly drifted to the memory of when he was a human being.

......

Unlike me, the child became a ghost after death, and I changed directly from a human to a ghost.This is our biggest difference.Everything about that child is incomparably contradictory.Flames and snow, evil ghosts and pure flowers are contradictory and harmonious in him.After all, evil spirits are just what the world calls us.Just like humans will catch animals to eat, as humans, being preyed by evil spirits is also a matter of course, right?

My attitude was joking and mocking, but when I thought about it carefully, it was not unreasonable.Now that you have become a ghost, for ghosts, this is the way of life for ghosts.Just throw all those notions of human beings behind you.It is with this kind of thinking that I am indifferent to everything that happens around me.So, that child would come to save me, but it was beyond my expectation.I thought he hated me.After all, I was the one who watched him die without any hesitation.I was one of the culprits who pushed him to death.

Playing with the bracelet left by the child, the bell on it shook slightly, making a broken and light sound, as if the child was still around me, emerging from behind without anyone noticing.

I looked up, passed through the small hole, and saw a small piece of sky outside.

When the child died, was he less than ten years old, or just ten years old?It's been too long, I've forgotten it.It's not long since he became a ghost, but he has gradually forgotten his memories of being a human.Squinting his eyes, it seemed that except for a piece of white and those too pure blue eyes, he couldn't remember the rest clearly.I raised my hand and patted my head, "It's really... If I use human years to convert, I'm already an old man. It's normal to have a bad memory." I said softly, but at this moment , there will not be a child who will show a confused look, tilt his head and repeat: "Really?"

Waiting is a very long time.

It was a long time when I waited for myself to become an adult, it was a long time for me to transform into a ghost, and it was a long time for me to wait for that child.

Looking back now, that child seems to always be by my side, within my reach.Is it also a child's privilege to be like a lively bird?I sighed unconsciously, in the world of monsters and ghosts, probably there is no relationship like ours, right?

The kid asked me what was our relationship.

friend?No, or not at all.I was one of the culprits who pushed him to death, and I watched him die indifferently.I am his father, and I have an obligation and must lead him.I am his friend, and I understand what the other person means without needing to say more.We have long been connected, through that fire.A burning, throbbing, beautiful, ominous flame.

I stretched out my hand, spread my palms, and a flame rose up, this is the flame that belonged to that child, beautiful ice blue.

Wake up quickly, you bastard. 】

The man with black hair and golden pupils sat in front of the desk, holding a pen in his hand, and landed on the off-white, gridded manuscript paper, and wrote two words gently but without losing his authenticity.

【ultramarine. 】

Seeing the two words written by the other party, Crexbe asked aloud: "Sir, is this a new story?" She put the teapot aside, and put the teacup and saucer in the man's hand .She blinked her mercury-colored pupils, and there seemed to be blue ripples in her eyes.

Fumeng picked up the saucer, hooked the ear of the teacup with the other finger, and took a sip of tea lightly.

"It's a new story." His eyelashes drooped, and the smell of hot tea filled his face, and he blew, "What kind of stories does Clay like?" He seemed to be an author asking readers what they like, The two chatted briefly.

With mercury-colored long hair, the maid who once studied at the observatory thought for a while and replied softly: "It's a different story from fate."

The Mercury Snake is in charge of reason and destiny, and the ending of all things can be seen clearly, so she likes those wonderful, crazy stories that make people unpredictable and surprise the ending.Because only in this way will the Mercury Snake feel a bit of novelty.Crexby's answer made the man smile slightly, "It's such an embarrassing request." The Mercury Snake, who is not old but still very young, doesn't think the other party can't do it, she asked with her eyes When the man asked whether he could pour himself a cup of tea, the other party raised his hand and made a gesture of please.

The maid who was not the maid poured herself a cup of tea, "Sir, it's been a long time since I wrote a story." Before that, when the other party lost their feelings and completely became a rule, if you can't feel the feelings, you can't write a story. If the emotions of the characters and the story are expressed, then what kind of story should be written?

The original purpose of writing a story is not to be admired by others, nor to obtain considerable benefits, but to write stories of one kind or another.That's all.

The man listened to Claire's words with a smile.

"Sir, when do you think Chuya-sama and the others will come back?" Mr. Fumeng showed a suddenly realized expression, "Ah, speaking of which, he seems to be here too." Cressby said expressionlessly, "Yes Yes. Yakuro-sama is here too, and he should be with Chuya-sama right now." She paused, "So, did you ask Oda-sama to go out on purpose to deliver something to Yakurou-sama?" She said in a calm and rational tone With a little doubt.The man closed his eyes, "I didn't?" The smile on the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

Crexbe was silent for a while, "Sir, please don't go too far with the prank, or Oda-sama will really cry." The man showed a surprised expression, "Will Your Excellency Oda cry? I like to play tricks on Oda."

The mercury-haired maid avoided the other party with a harmless smile, "Please don't tell Master Oda about this matter." Fumeng nodded slightly, "Of course, after all, although we will tease him, but we I really like Mr. Oda."

Oda Sakunosuke, a godlike man.

Strange affinity, exaggerated tolerance and natural character, whether it is the Osamu Dazai who is full of deep thoughts, or the Calamity Lord and Mercury Snake who have existed for countless times, they are all full of affection for him.

Because, that man is a man who makes people feel comfortable, like the sky or the ocean, and also like a stable star in the universe, existing there is extremely reassuring.

"Hache."

The man with burgundy hair touched his nose, his gray-blue eyes were a little confused, "Is someone talking about me?" Odasaku scratched his head, and then opened the only message left by his husband, feeling extremely sad , "Where is the recipient designated by Mr.?" He really missed his friend this time, Dazai's mind is quite easy to use, if it was the other party, he might have found it long ago.

Oda Sakunosuke sighed, carefully folded the note and put it away.He looked at the sky, and it was almost dusk, "It's dusk, it's time for dinner." He sighed again, if possible, he would rather eat the spicy curry made by Clay.

Speaking of...

Odasaku thought that before going out, the mercury-haired maid gave him a piece of paper, which seemed to have something written on it, which he hadn't read yet.He rummaged through his pocket, unfolded the piece of paper, paused after underestimating the words on it, and then said with great emotion, "Ah, I really want to thank her." The piece of paper said delicious curry shop, he can try them one by one.

Perhaps, this is to let him travel at public expense?Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help but think so.After all, even though he was asked to deliver a courier, the husband looked like he was not in a hurry.

It turned out that he was paid out because he was worried about him.It's really gentle, whether it's Mr. or Claire.Oda Saku, who came to such a conclusion, has miraculously obtained the answer.His heart immediately relaxed, and he walked slowly towards a certain place.

"However, in this era, is there any spicy curry?" The wine-red haired man stopped suddenly, thinking of such a thing.He looked around, it should be impossible, right?He pursed his lips, "But you can still try it, please go back and ask Claire to improve it." After making a decision, Odasaku stepped forward again, walking towards the first place on the list written by the mercury-colored maid go.

Now he has a little understanding of the surrounding area, but judging from what the other party wrote, Claire probably has long been prepared.Is it related to her ability?Oda Sakunosuke guessed like this, and after walking for a while, he stopped in front of an izakaya.

"Huh? Is it here?" He took out the note and looked at it, and it was indeed here.

Odasaku blinked, he always felt that something was wrong, he walked in with such doubts.

[Like father and son, like friends, like the murderer and the murdered.

たとえば parent-child, たとえば friend, たとえば killer と killer される. 】