Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

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I will record this unrivaled scene by hand, it will definitely become a masterpiece and be passed down for a long time!I have no doubts about it.

I am a recorder and a painter without any fame. The beauty I pursued did not exist in this world. The world ridiculed me for having delusions, but only I know that is not the case. The beauty I pursued, It exists!I don't care about those ridicules, those ridicules, I have no intention of arguing with them, people who don't understand me, why should I waste my tongue.

I want to record this beautiful dream with a brush, and the brush puts strokes on the paper.People here don't know what kind of painting method I use, but it doesn't matter, I will carefully record stroke after stroke, every stroke of light and shadow, every stroke of rendering. Look, sit in front of the canvas and record what the eyes see.

The heart is extremely peaceful, like the fetus returning to the mother's body, sleeping peacefully in the warm amniotic fluid.

For this painting, I will go to every corner and exhaust my life, just for it!

I am full of ambition, and I firmly believe that a miraculous dream will be born from my hands.For this, I am willing to pay any price, even if it is to drain every drop of blood in my body, even if it is to burn out the fire of my life, even if it is to overdraw my soul.

ahh-

I saw!I saw that magnificent dream slowly unfolding in front of me like a scroll.I couldn't help it, held my breath, opened my eyes wide, and the sound of my heart beating in my chest was clear, thump, thump.

Butterflies flew past my eyes. In this paradise, even butterflies are strangely beautiful.Their wings outline repeated but mysterious lines, which makes people unable to bear watching carefully, but they spread their wings and fly high in an instant, leaving only people's admiration and praise.

That night, I had a dream, or maybe I was in a dream, I secretly laughed, is it a dream within a dream?

I shook my head and continued to follow the dream.

When I wake up, I just remember the endless expanse of light powder, and the golden phosphorous powder scattered in the air.

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The pink peach blossoms only look similar to cherry blossoms, but in fact, there is quite a big difference between the two. For example, peach blossoms will not be blown off easily by the wind.

Compared with the cherry blossom petals covering the streets, although there are peach blossoms falling, they will not cover the ground. The scattered peach blossoms are stained with a little dirt, but they contain the philosophy of turning into dust and mud to protect the flowers. This is reincarnation.

"Mr. Dazai." Atsushi Nakajima shouted loudly. At some point, Osamu Dazai disappeared again. The helpless people were looking for traces of Osamu Dazai while looking for clues to collect information.Compared to Kunikida Doppo and others, Shia, who got the news first, found Osamu Dazai.

Wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, the tall and thin man looked up at a tall peach tree.When Xi Ya approached, he heard him say: "The branches of this tree look very strong. If you hang yourself, it should be quite good."

Xi Ya didn't understand why the other party was obsessed with suicide. The people she knew were all guys who tried their best to survive, but because she had received a fairly good upbringing, she didn't raise any opinions on Osamu Dazai's hobby of hurting herself .She has already seen the essence of this man. He is an extremely cold and ruthless man, but at the same time he is very contradictory. He really yearns for death, always looking for death, but after failing, he has no hope of living. Complaining, even expressing regret, that he is going to live again, human beings are really weird guys.

Xi Ya shook her head inwardly. To be precise, it was Osamu Dazai who was weirder.

wrong.Xi Ya recalled it again, and the people she met recently seemed to be very strange. Thinking about it this way, it is not so strange that Osamu Dazai is among them.

Occasionally, Xi Ya would also think of the days when she was with Mr. Floating Dream. The former Mr. was also a human being.Human... I really can't imagine what Mister in the human period looks like.Xi Ya tilted her head, completely unable to imagine what Mr. Floating Dream looked like when she was a human being.

Although the other party once wrote about what happened when he was a human being, those may not be all, because in the process of writing the past, the people at that time had already changed their mentality.

Mr. Fumeng, who was missed by others, put down the small wine glass in his hand, his golden pupils were half-closed, leaking fine golden light, he leaned on the pillar, his tone was a bit lazy, "It's rare that you would agree."

The visitor came out from the darkness, wearing a very gorgeous kimono, the pattern on the sleeves resembled human eyes or patterns on butterfly wings, his tone was very light, "I just passed by by chance."

The black-haired man smiled lightly, like a cherry blossom blooming in early spring, extremely beautiful. "Your coincidence is really amazing." In a sense, the two people who have a strange similarity are sitting on the edge, the cherry blossoms in the courtyard are flying, and the silence spreads in the courtyard for a while, which is not embarrassing , On the contrary, people can feel the tacit understanding and intimacy between them.

This is their unique way of getting along.

"Come?" The man with light blond hair stretched out his hand, his blue eyes had a little smile, and even the makeup on his face became alluring. Or pale light white, slowly rising into the sky, and finally disappearing into the air, which made him look even more monstrous.

The man glanced at him, "You've already used it." The other party showed quite indifference, "It's not like you haven't used it before."

Fu Meng knocked on the floor helplessly, "You didn't come here to tease me, did you?"

In the end, he took the cigarette stick, took a puff of smoke, and then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. The light white smoke suddenly changed into a golden butterfly flapping its wings and flying around.The fingertips are pressed against the tobacco rod, and the slender tobacco rod is shiny, which is the trace of being carefully maintained.Mr. Floating Dream was dragging that long pipe, his golden eyes were a little blurred.

"So, what happened?"

The man with light blond hair has pointed ears that don't look like humans. "Recently, something happened in Taoyuan Township."

The man did not lift his head, but took another puff of the cigarette, and then exhaled it into his mouth. This time, the smoke did not turn into golden butterflies and fly around, but let his face be hidden in the smoke, looking It was quite blurry, like a magnificent phantom, but the pair of slightly squinted golden pupils were exceptionally clear.

"Ah, is that so..." He didn't answer, but just said such a sentence lightly.

The man next to him in a gorgeous kimono stood up, his make-up made him look like he was smiling, "Then, I will take my leave."

Mr. Fu Meng looked at the courtyard, turned his wrist, and said lazily: "Don't forget your things."

The other party raised his eyebrows, took the pipe, and walked step by step into the darkness again, without seeing the figure.

The man rested his finger on his chin, "It doesn't seem like a big deal, but let's go."

The moon hangs in the sky, shedding light. The light pink cherry blossoms are bathed in the deserted moonlight, and also emit cool light. There is an essential difference between the cherry blossoms at night and the cherry blossoms in the daytime.

Mr. Floating Dream stood up, folded his hands in his sleeves, and the mercury-haired maid came out from behind, as if she had been waiting for orders for a long time, but the man knew her identity, so he didn't look back, leaving only a back view of the mercury-haired maid .Mercury-colored pupils are like a mirror, extremely clean, but equally cold and strange. Compared to Xi Ya, she doesn't know what concealment is at all, and she doesn't even think about concealing it at all, so she generously presents herself as different from ordinary people come out.

"Get ready, we're going out."

The maid behind her bent down respectfully, hiding in the darkness, her footsteps were as gentle as a cat's, no, or rather, there was no sound of footsteps at all.

Quan Jinghua stopped suddenly.

Atsushi Nakajima looked over, "What's the matter, Kyoka?" The girl in the red kimono took two steps forward, then stretched out her hand and pointed in a certain direction.

"There, there are butterflies," she said.

"Butterfly?" Nakajima Atsushi was a little puzzled. After all, there are so many peach blossoms here, it is impossible to have no butterflies, but he also knows that since Izumi Jinghua's attention has been caught, it must not be an ordinary butterfly.

Atsushi Nakajima looked at the area she was pointing at. There was a peach blossom forest, and the peach blossoms were in full bloom. You had to keep your eyes wide open and concentrate all your attention to see the traces of butterflies.There are indeed butterflies flying beside it, but it is one of them that attracts attention. It is golden in color and does not look like a naturally formed butterfly. In other words, that butterfly looks like a butterfly with a special ability The ability of the person.

Looking at Quan Jinghua, the two of them walked there together, approaching the butterfly carefully.

Kunikida Doppo made the same choice as them, maybe these butterflies are the way to get out of here and solve the Shenyin incident.

Thinking of this, Kunikida Doppo stared closely at the rather leisurely looking butterfly, completely unaware that if this butterfly could turn into a human, it would probably complain that his gaze was too sharp and his sense of presence was too strong. It was strong and made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Osamu Dazai raised his fingertips, the butterfly resting on his hand looked at ease, and he didn't feel that the huge monster in front of him would hurt him at all.Osamu Dazai looked at the golden butterfly, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "It seems familiar." He didn't mean that the butterfly looked familiar, but that he was not nullified by his special ability after touching him, so The scene is quite familiar.

Almost at the next moment, Osamu Dazai guessed that the butterfly probably came from Mr.But what are butterflies good for?

No matter how you look at it, it is just an ordinary butterfly, except for the appearance.

But when they unanimously took the butterfly back, Xi Ya's reaction was unexpected.

The girl with black hair and green pupils was quite surprised. She first looked at everyone with a little weird eyes, and then looked at the few golden butterflies, beautiful, decorative, like a gift from the gods.Looking at the few people who didn't quite understand what was going on, Xi Ya sighed, "Do you know what this is?"

Xi Ya has lost a lot of memories, but it is strange to say that most of the memories she lost are related to the owner, but these strange knowledges have not been forgotten, but remembered clearly. She pointed to the scattered butterfly with soft golden light.

"This is no ordinary butterfly."

Her words aroused the interest of several people.

"You guys, do you know about Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies?" Her water-green pupils shimmered, and she was telling an ancient story about coming to the East in a soft voice, "Look carefully, these butterflies are not just golden." Several people looked intently , the golden butterfly is illusory, and at the same time, colorful lights flashed from the body.

"This is Zhuang Zhou's butterfly, they are also called Dreaming Butterflies."

Siya continued in a flat, yet solemn voice: "Don't underestimate them, one Zhuang Zhou butterfly may not cause any impact, but every time one Zhuang Zhou butterfly is added, their ability to construct dreams will become stronger. Double. Sounds incomprehensible, doesn't it?"

"Let me give you an example. A Zhuang Zhou butterfly can only make people dream, but the content of the dream is not determined by it, it just draws out the dream. But a group of Zhuang Zhou butterflies can construct dreams, just like reality , Almost all the guys who fell into the dream couldn't tell that it was a dream, they were trapped in the dream forever, this is the scary thing about Zhuang Zhoudie. Do you understand now?"

Except for Dazai Zhi, everyone else showed fearful eyes, killing people invisible, and they were talking about Zhuang Zhoudie.

Xi Ya sighed, "But how did they appear here?"

The mystery seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

【いったい周の梦蝶ですか?それとも蝴梦周庄ですか?

Is it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhouzhuang? 】