Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

In the detective agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi showed a vague, complex and guilty expression on his face. He looked at the handbook on the table in front of him, looking at it like that, and seemed to want to open the handbook again. , I feel that this is against the principle.

Edogawa Ranpo, who was standing aside, didn't think too much. He bit his snack and said, "President, if you want to see it, you can take a look. Mr. Fumeng won't care about it." Although the tone was casual, but from Fuki Mr. Meng's words could hear seriousness and respect.

Atsushi Nakajima blinked, Mr. Fumeng, probably a very respectable person.

Fukuzawa Yukichi took a sip of tea, and finally said: "Ranpo, you go and give this to Mr. Fumeng." Edogawa Ranpo's face showed a hint of ambiguity, and before anyone could think about it, Just listen to his elongated tone, "President——"

"Although you are pen pals, you always entrust me to deliver letters. You can't see each other forever, don't you? Don't you want to see Mr.?" Those emerald green eyes opened and looked at the man sitting at the table. He glanced at it, and then he seemed to compromise, and spread his hands, "Okay, okay, who told me to be Ranpo-sama. But please treat me to ramen later!"

Edogawa picked up the account in a random manner, and walked out the door, "Atsushi, you too." Atsushi Nakajima thought he heard it wrong, he pointed at himself, a little flustered.Edogawa Ranbu folded his arms, "Didn't you pick up this account?"

Watching the two people leave one after the other, Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses, "I see, I told you where I heard about it."

Tanizaki Junichiro had only heard this name before, and he asked curiously: "Mr. Kunikida, can't you contact Mr. Ukimene by phone or something?"

Compared with Tanizaki Junichiro, Kunikida Doppo knew a little more. He dug out relevant information from his mind, "Mr. Fumeng never uses telephone or other means of communication. The only way to contact him is to write letters." Tanizaki Junichiro let out a startled voice, and Kunikida Doppo also found it a little unbelievable that there are still such simple people at this time, who don't use mobile phones, telephones, or computers. No matter how you think about it, it makes people think it's a joke.

"It sounds like the president admires Mr. Fumeng, as well as Mr. Ranpo." Naomi was also a little curious, because in her opinion, neither the president nor Edogawa Ranpo seemed like that kind of person. To show admiration and admiration for someone.One is serious and restrained, and the other is completely like a child who thinks he is the most powerful.

"I don't know the details, but Mr. Fumeng seems to be more than just an author." Kunikida Doppo closed his mouth, looked at the members who were still curious, and waved the green-covered notebook in his hand, " I don't know anything else, go to work!"

Reluctantly returning to their respective positions, everyone began to work again, and their curiosity about Mr. Fumeng grew stronger in their hearts.

Mr. Floating Dream, what kind of person is he?

Atsushi Nakajima probably had the right to speak. He looked at the person who opened the door, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he could only open his mouth.

"Ah—" He paused there, not knowing what to say.

Edogawa Ranbu stepped into the room very naturally, and then sat down, "Sir, your account is lost." The man took the account and nodded at him, "I only have tea here, and the hospitality is not good."

Nakajima Atsushi looked at Edogawa who seemed to be in his own home, and didn't know what to say, so he looked around.

Small and empty.

This is everyone's first impression of this room, and the second is.

"A lot of books." Atsushi Nakajima opened his mouth slightly, showing a surprised expression. The only thing that doesn't fit in this room, except for the man himself, is the bookshelf that occupies the entire wall. It can be seen that the owner has carefully arranged and arranged, and even the books have been carefully maintained.

"Are you interested in books?" A man's voice sounded from behind the boy.Atsushi Nakajima turned his head, watched the man kneel down gracefully, put the teacup on the tray in front of him, and then made a small voice, "No...that..."

Atsushi Nakajima lives in an orphanage. He has never been to school. At best, he has read a few books. He can barely be called able to read and write. Of course, this writing is just simple writing. Let him write something more profound. No, for the books all over the wall, and even more so for the owner of this house, I have endless admiration.

"Hey, don't you have any snacks from last time?" Edogawa Ranpo complained like a child, but obediently picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Mr. Fumeng shook his head, "I'll prepare it for you next time." As if noticing Atsushi Nakajima's embarrassment, the man turned his head with a questioning look in his eyes.Seeing Atsushi Nakajima flustered, he nodded his chin, "Looks like a clumsy child."

Edogawa stared at the petals in the teacup in disorder. He knew that Mr. Fumeng liked tea, and he also knew that the other party had a preference for scented tea.Hearing the man's evaluation of Atsushi Nakajima, he raised his head, "That's right. He's Dazai's student." Mr. Fumeng showed a surprised expression, "It's actually Dazai, it's really unexpected."

The man knew Osamu Dazai's past, and he also knew Osamu Dazai's former student, "Dazai is really surprising."

Edogawa put down his teacup in a random manner, "Sir, are you really not thinking about moving? It's a little inconvenient to live here." This is another topic. Neither of them delved deeply into Osamu Dazai's past, nor did they care about it. The past is naturally the past.

Mr. Fumeng sighed, which was an obvious expression for him, "It's a bit inconvenient, I can't even put the book down."

"It's because you have too many books, sir." Edogawa Ranpo and Fukuzawa Yukichi were lucky enough to see less than one-third of Mr. Fukumeng's books. Even so, there are still many books. The wall is but a small part.

Fumeng pinched the bridge of his nose, "I will probably move soon, and I will remember to prepare snacks for you at that time." Edogawa Luanbu nodded casually, even if there is no dessert, Mr. Fumeng's The tea is still good enough.

It is not a traditional tea, with a little sweetness. The sweetness of mountain spring water and nectar are mixed together to form a unique sweetness. After drinking, people's brains will suddenly wake up and feel comfortable. Ranbu doesn't like drinking tea very much, but Mr. Fumeng is an exception.

Before the two left, Mr. Fumeng took out a small bag and handed it to Edogawa Ranpo. The clear blue pupils like the Arctic glacier made people feel extremely peaceful, "This is for Fu His Excellency Sawa's tea." Seemingly seeing Ranpo Edogawa's thoughts, he said with a little smile, "It's the same as what you drink, and you have a share in it."

Edogawa Ranpo immediately showed a satisfied smile, took the tea bag, and walked out with Atsushi Nakajima.

On the way back to the detective agency, Nakajima Atsucai mustered up the courage to ask: "Mr. Ranpo, Mr. Fumeng seems to be different from what I saw."

Hearing his words, Edogawa Ranbo said casually: "Have you noticed the color of his eyes?" Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a moment, and began to recall the appearance of the man before, half-paid, he hesitated and said: "I See, it seems to be golden eyes?"

Even a person like Atsushi Nakajima, who is not very perceptive, noticed something was wrong. When they left, Mr. Fumeng's eyes were clearly blue!

Atsushi Nakajima suddenly became nervous, and the expression on his face could be seen through at a glance.

Silly boy.Edogawa Ranpo commented in his heart, "Don't worry, this has something to do with Mr.'s ability, so it's nothing to make a fuss about. Compared with this, Atsushi, I want to eat thick dim sum!" For Nakajima Atsushi, it was easy He just diverted the other party's attention and instructed others. Edogawa Ranpo didn't feel anything wrong at all, and Atsushi Nakajima, who was diverted from the topic, didn't feel anything wrong.This is the end of the topic about Mr. Floating Dream.

"I don't know if my husband will consider being a neighbor with the president." Edogawa Ranpo muttered, took out a candy from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The right cheek is slightly bulging, with a childish temper.

"Mr. Ranpo! I'm back." Atsushi Nakajima trotted over with his bag in hand. At this moment, there was a sudden "Boom!" not far away.

Edogawa opened his eyes randomly, with a serious expression on his face.Atsushi Nakajima stopped beside him and looked over with some doubts.

That direction, no? !

Edogawa Ranpo took the lead in trotting, in the direction they were leaving. As they approached, they gradually saw the place where the explosion occurred.Atsushi Nakajima's pupils narrowed in an instant, and it was the building, even the floor, where Mr. Fumeng was.

"Are you coming towards Mr. again?" Edogawa Ranpo put on his glasses, and instantly analyzed the cause of the explosion.

Atsushi Nakajima was at a loss, "Hey? Aren't you going to rescue Mr. Fumeng?" Edogawa waved his hands in a chaotic manner, and put his glasses back, "No need, it's just an explosion, sir can handle it. Atsushi Nakajima opened his mouth, then closed it again, and began to fall into autism.

A footstep sounded from behind, "Have you guys come here again?" Her long black hair was tied up and hung behind her.The expression on Mr. Fumeng's face didn't look surprised, and he was even quite used to it. He looked at Atsushi Nakajima, who expressed his concern for himself, and smiled at him comfortingly, and then said to Edogawa Ranpo quite apologetically. : "It looks like I'm going to trouble you and Your Excellency Fukuzawa again."

It doesn't matter to Edogawa Ranpo. Ever since he met Mr. Fumeng, he has become accustomed to the fact that the other party is often attacked, but usually, the other party has already found a place to live and can directly move into a new home, but today is not so lucky. Haven't found a new place yet.In the past, when this kind of thing happened, Mr. Fumeng directly handed it over to Edogawa Ranpo and Fukuzawa Yukichi, after all, they were professionals.

Edogawa Ranpo rolled his eyes, "Sir, do you want to go to the detective agency? Anyway, you haven't found a place to live yet." The man only thought for a moment, then nodded.

The detective showed a bit of a sly look, and he was already looking forward to the president's expression when he saw Mr.

Mr. Fumeng looked at the damaged building, sighed slightly, opened the account, took out a pen and wrote quietly on it:

[Ashamed to say, I don't have much feeling for feelings, but I once saw a blooming magnolia in my dream.Although I, like ordinary people, will cry because of painful and touching things, and be happy because of happy and beautiful things, but after everything is over, I will feel extremely boring.

What am I crying about?What am I enjoying?

I am deeply puzzled, someone once said, you are too young, how can you always think about these useless things.So, just like that, from ten to 20 years old, I am still confused.

I have to cry when everyone around me is crying, I have to laugh when people around me are laughing, or I don't fit in, and I have to do the same when people around me are angry about something Otherwise, it is ruthless; when a person chooses to end his life, I must go up to dissuade and comfort like others, otherwise I am a freak.

But aren't the emotions and desires all his own?Why should I cry for others, laugh for others, and be angry for others?This is selfishness?

When I lost a relative when I was young, I stood at the funeral, but I only felt funny and confused. When a person died, who would cry for him?But if he didn't cry, someone would point at him and call him a white-eyed wolf, unfilial son.This is really confusing, isn't life his own?Whether you want to give up or continue, this is up to you. If you want to give up, it will be useless even if thousands of people come to comfort you. If you want to continue, even if you are struggling from hell, you have to crawl back.

Of course, I am not saying that suicide is a good thing, nor does it need consolation.It's just that I think that some people have already determined their way back in their hearts.

Buddhism emphasizes the purity of the six sense organs and the emptiness of the four elements. Human beings are born with the seven emotions and six desires. In Western bibles, there are also such things as the seven original sins. It can be seen that emotions are always accompanied by the human body. 】

Closing the account, the man looked at the two teenagers sitting quietly opposite him. They saw him immersed in his own world, so they found a quiet place with him, and only let him write with peace of mind, "Let's go."

The man said softly, "Actually, you don't have to wait for me." What he got was the expressions of disapproval from the two people. Looking at the message "You are too dangerous to be alone" from the inside out, Mr. Floating Dream Shaking his head with a broken smile, he quietly walked beside the two of them.

Gently stroking the cover of the handbook, the man's eyes were full of stars, like stars in the night sky.

【私を待つ必要もないし, 私をavoiding けるnecessary もない.

Don't wait for me, don't avoid me. 】

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