Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

"Welcome to Dashifang, are you two?" The girl with a sweet voice is wearing a mask, and there are several hands behind her. The character on the paper is living in reality.

"Whether it's monsters, monsters or human food, there are all here." The girl said this meaningfully, and she waved her two wide sleeves, "How about it, why don't you come in and take a look?" The wonderful and delicious breath, because of the mask, people can't see her expression clearly.Mr. Fumeng didn't show any expression, rather, as the author, he knew quite well.

"Then I'll trouble you." He whispered.

The girl's voice became excited, but it seemed that there was a carelessness underneath, "Please come in." She led the two of them across the threshold, and the strange fragrance exploded from the tip of her nose, and there was a scene of excitement inside. .In comparison, there are not many real humans, and most of them are existences other than humans.Fumeng and the drug seller followed behind the girl without turning their eyes.

The first floor was full of people, and the girl led them to the second floor. At this moment, a boy came down with a big black bag on his back. He seemed to be a human being, but Meng knew he was not.

In other words, he was originally a human being, but not anymore.

A big eater is also a glutton.

He is Taotie, and he is also the protagonist of this story, but a long time has passed since the time when the story happened.A story is just a paragraph, but a life is very long. The end of a story does not mean that the world stops moving. On the contrary, life continues.This is something Fumeng has always known. What he described and wrote is just a short story. There are many wonderful, weird, mysterious, ordinary, and various things that he did not write. come out.He is the author, and what he constructs is just a framework of the world, and he will not feel that he has a nobler idea than the characters in his pen.

"Is this going to go?" The girl said with a smile, at least that's what it sounded like.

The boy rubbed his hair, "Ah, that guy is still waiting for me." The girl naturally knew who he was talking about, "Mr. A, he seems to have not been here for a long time." The boy turned his head uncomfortably, "He Recently, the recipe is a bit strange." Having said that, the girl showed a clear expression, "So that's the case, then I look forward to the next time, you come together." The boy's eyes twitched, "I don't want to Come with that guy."

After this brief conversation ended, several people passed by on the stairs.

The second floor is much quieter than the first floor, but it is only relatively quieter. The middle part is deliberately vacated, revealing the chefs who are making food below. Looking down from the top, you can see everything at a glance. Pots and pans, frying, frying, steaming and cooking The sounds of stewing, chopping vegetables, and talking are concentrated in that area.

The two sat down by the railing, and the girl took out a thick menu and handed it to them with a smile.

Speaking of which, Fumeng still likes to watch other people cook, and occasionally there will be a kind of ordinary but warm feeling that he never had.

The black-haired man propped his face, his golden eyes looked down calmly, his whole body exuded an elegant and cold aura, which was incompatible with the scene below.The young man with light blond hair flipped through the menu and felt that it was better to eat ordinary food. There were some special ingredients that made him not so interested.

Contrary to her previous enthusiasm, the girl became extremely silent now.The mask on her face just added a bit of weirdness to her. She stood there straight, with several hands behind her, which looked like a statue of Guanyin, but she had nothing to do with gods and Buddhas.

The drug seller was not in a hurry, Mr. Fu Meng was not in a hurry, and the girl was even more in a hurry, the three of them just waited patiently.Occasionally, there were a few conversations between the man and the young man. It didn't take long for the drug seller to choose the color and return the menu to the girl.After the girl finished the menu, she changed back to her previous appearance.

"Wait a moment." She left with the menu in her arms.

There was a pot of tea on the table, and the medicine seller reached out to lift the teapot, poured tea into the two cups, and then waited quietly.

It was actually a complete accident that the big food shop opened here.Originally, the existence of this food shop can only be discovered by non-human beings, but Paradise Island is similar to the existence of the cracks in the world. It communicates with many places here, so the big food shop can appear here.

He is obviously the creator, but Fumeng was not surprised by the appearance of Dashifang. He even felt that it had nothing to do with him. The expression on his face was faint, like a handful of moonlight. After a while, he blinked his eyes , "What's the matter?" His words were obviously addressed to the young man with light blond hair. The drug seller tilted his head, "No, it's just that you don't seem to care about these things..." He didn't know what to do. How to describe it, but Fumeng understood what he meant.

The dark-haired man took a sip of his tea.

The tea in the restaurant is obviously not as delicious as the tea he carefully prepared, but Fumeng did not show any disgust. Although he has eaten a lot of delicious food, it does not mean that he cannot accept ordinary food.

Compared to this, he thought about it for a while, and then said lightly: "Since the story is over, no matter what happens next, it has nothing to do with me. The so-called author is only from the beginning to the end of the story. It’s just the person responsible for a period of time. Of course, there are many stories that are not over, but that doesn’t matter.”

The breath below is fiery, but the atmosphere above is extremely calm.Below is the fireworks house, but above is the fairyland on the moon.

I don't know why, there are only Fumeng and the drug seller on the second floor, as if the entire second floor is reserved by them.

Fu Meng propped his face, his eyelids drooped slightly, his golden pupils were pure and gorgeous, he looked indifferent, "Ah, that child recognized it." He took another sip of tea, not because of anything else, It's just because he himself felt a little bored during the waiting time.He slowly continued the topic just now.

"Some people created the world, and some people wrote a certain story in the world with a pen. That's all. Sometimes, the author is not as important as imagined. It doesn't matter whether it exists or not. Existence is fine. What should happen will happen, what should continue will continue." He tilted his head slightly, pinched the earlobe of his right ear, his eyes drifted downward, not knowing what he was looking at.

"If you look up to them just because of the identity of the author, you really think highly of them. Because, in essence, they are no different from ordinary people. They have selfish desires, likes and dislikes, everything."

"Have you seen such a guy? A third-rate author. He writes some vulgar stories. But those stories are also a person's life, and they can also reflect his thoughts and his past. In this field, nothing is superior , and there is nothing low in the dust. Even if it is just for yourself.”

The man stopped talking, then turned his head and looked elsewhere.

At the head of the stairs where they came, a girl's figure appeared.The masked girl held the plate with her hands, and the rich aroma of the dishes became clearer and clearer as she walked in.Or the reason why this store let her work as a waiter is because she has more hands?

"Awaited."

In fact, they didn't wait long, and the girl knew that they didn't wait long. The reason why she said this was just to be polite.

Soon, the table was covered with many dishes, and just looking at them with the naked eye made one want to taste them.The girl's voice was still smiling, "Excuse me, what else do you need? For example, wine or something." Under the mask, she seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, but the black-haired man glanced at her indifferently, and then said: "Do you still want to buy money?" Have something else to do, Taotao."

The girl named Taotao laughed, "I see, I see, don't you want to meet other people, Mr. Chong, Mr. A, etc."

Fumeng showed complete indifference to her words, "No, there is no need. After all, I am just an agent, a manager." Taotao tilted her head, "Okay, okay, then I will continue to help. "She understands that the other party doesn't want to be disturbed. Although their creators are quite cold, they both know that as long as the bottom line is not touched, the other party is still a gentle existence.So, she said goodbye to the two of them quite happily.

Seeing the back of her leaving, the drug seller slowly picked up vegetables for himself, "It's so lively." His words clearly pointed to Taotao who had just left.Fu Meng didn't raise her head, "Ah, she's really lively. After all, as a monster, she's still young."

"Taotao, that's not her name." The young man chatted casually with the man. Although the girl just now was called Taotao, that doesn't mean that Taotao is her name.This kind of thing is quite experienced for the medicine seller.It's like Floating Dream is called Canaan by the Witch, but that doesn't mean that Canaan is his real name.Thinking of this, the drug seller couldn't help squinting his eyes, showing a shallow smile, like a breeze.Because, only he knows the man's real name.

"Taotao has thousands of faces and hands. This monster has many faces and hands. Therefore, it also has many names. I just chose one that is easy to remember and call." Fish, but don't like picking fishbone.Although he is very patient in some aspects, in fact, his heart in picking fishbone is far lower than others imagined.

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue, even though he made such a rude look, he was still too beautiful.

Seeing his slightly frowned brows, the young man sighed helplessly, "I'll do it." He took over the task of picking fishbone quite naturally, earnestly and meticulously, the hair on his forehead cast a light shadow, But it didn't cover those water-blue pupils.

Fumeng looked at him silently, then suddenly made a sound.

The young man on the opposite side showed a slightly surprised expression.

[Call me by my name.

自の名前を口んでください。 】