Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

I don't know when I fell asleep, and when I opened my eyes again, the sunlight was passing through the gap in the curtains and falling on the floor of the room.

The black-haired man blinked lightly, and there was still a layer of mist in his eyes, as if he was still immersed in sleep.

I don't know, it's been a long time since I dreamed of the past.

Fumeng sighed softly, sat up from the bed, her hair cast a faint shadow on her face, but her golden pupils that were as bright as the sun did not dim.Not long after, he got out of bed, walked to the curtain, opened half of the curtain, and looked down at everything below.After an unknown amount of time, the door of the room was opened.He turned his head and saw the young man walking in.

"Wake up." The handsome young man went out just now, and he didn't react too much when he saw Fumeng standing by the window, he just nodded to him.Although the atmosphere inside is quiet, it is not suffocating.

Mr. Fumeng completely opened the curtains, looked away from the window, walked to the table, and sat down, "Are they going out to play again?" The drug seller nodded slightly when he heard his words, "I'll go When I was looking for them, they were about to go out." The black-haired man flipped through the menu in his hand, he had already decided to stay in the room all day today, simply to meet the needs of customers, the service here is quite convenient.

"Really." Fu Meng replied lightly.

Probably because of having such a dream, his mood can't be called good or bad.It's a bit hard to describe what kind of feeling that is, but it's not a bad thing.

After choosing what he wanted, the man waited quietly.

The medicine seller held a book in his hand and was reading slowly beside him, which was very pleasant.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and this time it was the food delivery staff.The puppet pushing the food cart doesn't look much different from ordinary people, but the ball joints show her difference.After quietly and quickly getting everything ready, she quickly left.

The moment the door was closed, Fumeng spoke.

It seemed that he had finally figured it out, or wanted to say something.

"I dreamed about something from a long time ago."

The voice rang out in the room, and the young man with light blond hair did not show any abnormality. He turned over a page of the book, as if chatting, and responded, "Is it a nightmare?" Fu Meng picked up the white porcelain spoon and gently scooped up A spoonful of porridge, "No. It's not a nightmare, but it's not a sweet dream either." He blew on the hot porridge in the spoon, and then drank the porridge bit by bit.

It seemed that this chatter about dreams was over.

However, the drug seller knew that this was not the case.But he didn't rush, but he still raised his head, his water-blue pupils were as gentle and clear as water, and he opened his lips and said softly, "Shiyu."

He said the name again.

The black-haired man did not pause, but responded in a low voice.

All the words seem to be hidden in those two words.

Then, the young man with light blond hair lowered his eyes again, looking at the book in his hand, and the man enjoyed his breakfast quietly.

The sunlight flows slowly in the room, and the big clock strikes nine times, like an ancient sound that has passed through centuries.Other than that, there are only the occasional sound of turning pages and the gentle clinking of porcelain.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finished his meal, and soon, someone packed everything up.From this point of view, everything here is satisfying, you don't need to think too much, just enjoy it, and it's no surprise that so many guys come here for vacation.

Even at this moment, the topic between the two has not been opened again, as if it has been forgotten.The one on this side is reading a book, while the one on the other side walks into the bathroom.There was a sound of water, pattering, at this moment, the drug seller raised his head, glanced over there, then turned his head, but did not continue to read the book, but clipped the bookmark where he saw it, and closed the book up.

Not long after, a man covered in steam came out.

After everything became quiet again, the young man with an incompatible face knew that the topic had started again.

"I dreamed about a guy."

Fumeng was wearing a white shirt, looking out the window, staring at the light white clouds in the blue sky, her voice was very soft.The golden pupils are like amber that has been frozen for thousands of years, penetrating through thousands of years, and finally condensed together with the sun, starlight, gold and precious stones in those eyes.The man propped his cheeks with his hands, like a frozen oil painting, and the light gave him a very special color.

"That guy..." the black-haired man said after thinking slowly.His brows suddenly frowned slightly, because he was a little surprised to find that his memory was actually far better than he imagined, because he still clearly remembered the scene at that time.That dream, the scene in that dream, was not artificially processed, but purely presented the whole of that time.

"It's a, strange, human?" When he said the last word, even Floating Dream couldn't be sure whether what he said was right or not, but because his form was expressed in a human body, that guy had no limit. It is similar to human beings, so this description is used subconsciously.

The raised ending sound contains the man's confusion. For Fumeng, this is a very rare thing. Of course, the value of this thing is the same for the drug seller.

It is rare for a drug seller to see Fu Meng showing such an expression, as if the surface of the water was blown by the breeze, rippling in circles, causing the goldfish in the water to flick its tail slowly.

"That was, a long time ago." The man tried his best to recall those memories from the past.He seldom does this kind of thing anymore, but sometimes, he has to do it, and occasionally touches and tears those frozen memories, and a liquid with a strange color flows out.It was strange how vivid those near-forgotten memories were now.Fumeng sighed in his heart, he will always sigh like this, because he will never become a human being.

"I dived to the bottom of the ocean and found a library like that."

Whether it is a man or a young man, they all begin to outline such an outline with words.

"An underwater library."

Corals are extremely beautiful, not inferior to the blooming flowers on land. All kinds of fish shuttle among the corals.Jellyfish dragged their long beards and danced around in the water. Fluorescent plankton, groups of fish, turtles, and even whales existed there in such a strange and harmonious way.Occasionally, a huge octopus is also seen dragging an unknown shipwreck, living a quiet life.

What did the guy who claimed to be the sea god say?

"Aren't you lonely?"

The man's deep voice overlapped with the clear and lazy voice in his head.

"Aren't you lonely?"

That voice said so.

The boy withdrew his endless blue eyes looking out of the window, "I don't know." He didn't know how to answer such a question, lonely?I guess so.Aren't you lonely?It seems not.He lost the concept of time, and gradually lost himself.

"You can't do this. Xiaoyu." There was a hint of worry in that voice. If you could see it, the owner of this voice must have shown a worried look, looking worriedly at the expressionless but extremely beautiful juvenile.

Shi Yu blinked lightly, his eyelashes looked like butterflies, and there seemed to be a deep sea-colored vortex in his black eyes, trying to get everything involved in it.His temperament is gradually changing, it is the breath soaked in countless books, it is the accumulated knowledge and ancient time.

The whale is the bard of the sea, singing the song of the sea all his life.

The boy looked at the sentence in the book, and told the life of the whale from a perspective that he had never thought about before.

Shi Yu looked down at the book and asked, "Can you understand what those whales are singing?" He was a little curious, but the answer to this question is not that important.The voice said cheerfully, maybe showing off: "Of course, Sea God, I'm not talking nonsense."

When the boy asked what the lyrics of those songs were, it faltered and hawed.

"That's, that, uh... this, that, you understand?"

Mengsheng Shiyu didn't understand a single word of the series of descriptions.

"You have to know that the lyrics of some songs don't have any meaning." The voice explained.

Hearing what it said, Shigure probably understood, "Really, it's like people sighing, but it doesn't really have any meaning, and sighing itself is a kind of behavior." The voice answered immediately, "Yes, that's right. That's it. For whales, singing is an act in itself, and it doesn't need much else. It may be singing because it is happy, or it may be singing because it is bored. Such behavior itself already has meaning. "

The young man nodded thoughtfully, "I see." After saying this, he didn't say a word, and today's chat came to an end.At least, he thought so.

"What's the matter?" The voice of the drug seller awakened Floating Dream from his previous memory, and he saw a pair of light blue pupils, which reminded him of the light blue sea he saw once, if possible , he still wants to go back and have a look, even if——

That voice is no longer there.

Fumeng shook her head, "It's nothing. Actually, it's not a very special thing."

Nothing special, he thought.

It was as if, he knew, that voice was just the voice of Cang Hai, something that seemed special, but in fact there was nothing special about it.

Just like the sentence he came across in a book by chance—she was still too young at that time to know all the gifts given by fate, and the price had already been secretly marked. (Note)

【Aren't you lonely?

Sabi しくないですか? 】

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Note: From Zweig's "The Queen of the Broken Head"