Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

Many times, people will deliberately ignore some things, but often those things hide the truth.People's subconscious will issue warnings, and such warnings can be presented through dreams.

Atsushi Nakajima clearly realized that he was dreaming.

He stood on the flat land full of flowers and plants, looked up, the sunlight passed through the gaps of the pink petals, where he was, there was a large peach blossom forest, with no end in sight, those brilliant light pink flowers hindered out of his sight.

An inexplicable voice in his heart told him where to go.

Atsushi Nakajima hesitated for a moment, but decided to follow the voice and walked deeper into the peach blossom forest.

I don't know how long it has passed, even the perception of time has faded, but time is always distorted in dreams.Atsushi Nakajima pushed aside the peach blossom branches in front of him with his hands, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

Withdrawing his hand, Atsushi Nakajima hesitated a little. He could see something like a board not far in front of him. After a few seconds, he took a step and walked towards the board.

until walking in.Only then did he see the board clearly. To be precise, it was a piece of canvas. It was placed on the ground against a tree. From the painting on it, it could be seen that the painting was probably this peach blossom forest.Atsushi Nakajima raised his head and looked around. The owner of the painting seemed to have left not long ago, but there were no traces left by walking.

"But why don't you leave with the painting?"

Atsushi Nakajima muttered to himself, he squatted down, and looked at this pair of paintings that could be seen to be carefully drawn.He is not a person who knows how to appreciate art, but he has a respect for those who are engaged in art, and he also knows that the works probably have a very special meaning for the creators.

What kind of situation would make the creator throw his work in the peach blossom forest where no one passes by?

"It's so strange, I didn't even put away the painting tools." The paint brushes, drawing boards, and easels were just placed there carelessly, indicating that the owner should have only left for a moment.But inexplicably, Atsushi Nakajima had a premonition that the master would never come back again.

It's almost like...

Atsushi Nakajima stood up, the wind passed through the peach forest, the sound of the wind and the rustling of the peach blossoms seemed to be someone playing around.But it is extraordinarily scary, even horrifying.

It's almost like...

"It's like a ghost..." Atsushi Nakajima covered his mouth abruptly, his golden pupils were wide open, and at that moment, his whole body seemed to be controlled by something.

At some point, the sound of the wind and the rustling of the peach blossoms disappeared, and the peach blossom forest returned to silence.

"!"

Atsushi Nakajima sat up abruptly, panting heavily, trying to ease his tense nerves.

"What's the matter, kid?" The man's steady voice gave Atsushi Nakajima a sense of security. He turned his head with a wry smile on his face, "Mr. Kunikida."

Kunikida Doppo's eyes are very sharp, which will give people a sense of oppression, but at this moment, Nakajima Atsushi relaxes.At this time, Atsushi Nakajima realized that he was holding the quilt tightly and made many folds.Kunikida Doppo looked at him, took a glass of water from the table and handed it to him, the white tiger boy never knew what it was to cover up, even lying could be easily seen through.

With his appearance, he obviously saw something, in a dream.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Kunikida Doppo looked at Atsushi Nakajima who was still staring blankly at the water glass and said, "So. What did you see in your dream?"

Atsushi Nakajima came back to his senses, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, took another sip of water, and his beating heart finally fully returned to its original rhythm.Atsushi Nakajima smiled wryly, "I'm not sure." Atsushi Nakajima reorganized his words, "I dreamed that I was in a peach blossom forest."

Atsushi Nakajima looked at the surface of the water under the quilt, and his face was reflected.

"I went deeper, and saw the painting utensils that hadn't been put away. There was also a painting under a tree."

It was quiet inside.

Atsushi Nakajima continued to recall the dream just now, completely ignoring the arrival of Dazai Osamu, Izumi Kyoka and Siya, and the three of them did not make any noise to disturb him, but looked at Kunikida who was sitting by the bed alone At a glance, it seems that they are communicating with each other in the air.

"Although the painting utensils have not been put away, I know that the owner of the painting utensils will never come back." Atsushi Nakajima whispered.

"Atsushi, what does that painting look like?" Osamu Dazai asked suddenly. Nakajima Atsushi froze for a moment, frowned and thought for a while, "The painting is a peach blossom forest?" He asked uncertainly, the dream The scene seen in the video is rapidly fading.

But in the dream, Atsushi Nakajima looked at the painting carefully, and he said again with certainty: "Yes, the painting is the peach blossom forest. It should be the peach blossom forest I entered."

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Is there anything that makes you feel strange? About the painting."

That painting, obviously, was a hint.

Atsushi Nakajima lowered his head and thought for a while, then he suddenly clenched the water glass in his hand, "That painting! Yes, it's an oil painting!"

really.Dazai Osamu was not surprised, Kunikida Doppo sent him a questioning look.

Osamu Dazai waved his hand, "Miss Sia once asked me to pay attention to a few places, and I went to see them. Take a closer look here." He spread his hands, and the light shone from behind, covering him with a layer of light .

"Everything here is in the style of Huaguo. Since this is the case, I went to check it out, and found something very interesting. Once, a person came here. He was an unknown painter, and the people here His appearance is quite different, he is a foreigner who entered here by mistake."

Both Atsushi Nakajima and Doppo Kunikida thought of the oil painting, "Is that painting left by this foreigner?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, "It's very possible. Because there is only such a person in the historical materials here, after all, it caused quite a stir."

"But, this person was also hidden by the gods?"

Xi Ya touched the white rose badge she was wearing and lowered her eyes.

Osamu Dazai's words continued.

"That person left a considerable impression on the people here. The other party said that he would paint this place, and he was convinced that it would become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. I not only went to see the places that Miss Sia asked us to pay attention to, but also Asked around with people here. Guess what?"

Osamu Dazai smiled, like a child who had posed a riddle and was waiting for others to answer.

"That's where it was drawn." His kite-colored eyes were dim, and he suddenly whispered, "Dun, if you were asked to find the peach blossom forest you saw in your dream, would you be able to find it?"

"Hey, Dazai." Kunikida Doppo frowned, this request was too embarrassing.Only a very few dreams will be remembered when humans are awake, and most of them will be forgotten in a short time, let alone such a requirement. After all, even if they remember, they can’t tell the difference between the peach blossom forest. There is only one peach blossom forest.

Atsushi Nakajima was silent for a moment, then nodded firmly, "Yes, I can recognize it."

Osamu Dazai clapped his hands, "Okay, then we will look for the peach blossom forest next." As soon as the words finished, all the people who had experienced looking for flowers couldn't help blinking, after all, the impression was too deep.

Osamu Dazai and Kunikida, who left, walked side by side on the road alone. This is a paradise, peaceful and peaceful. It can be said that it is a perfect place for retirement, vacation or seclusion.

"Dazai, what are you going to do next?" Kunikida Doppo pushed down his glasses, subconsciously wanting to check his watch.

"Does Kunikida know the ending of Peach Blossom Spring?"

Kunikida Doppo, who went to watch The Story of Peach Blossom Spring, put down his hands, "I remember that it was the fisherman who told about Peach Blossom Spring, but when he took people to look for the traces left before, he couldn't find them, and finally he never found them again. I haven’t seen Peach Blossom Spring.”

Dazai Osamu stopped suddenly, Kunikida Doppo couldn't help but turned around, "Why..." As soon as the questioning words came to his lips, he was interrupted by a louder voice.

"Ah! There is such a suitable place for hanging here!" Kunikida Doppo's forehead burst out with blue veins, "You suicidal maniac!" He smashed down with his fist unceremoniously.

Osamu Dazai got up from the ground, and Kunikida left in a huff. He touched the place where he was beaten, "Kunikida is really merciless. How could you slap me in the face?" He changed the subject, "Ah, you're here, Miss Siya."

A lady doll in a dress came out from behind the tree.There was no surprise or surprise in the cyan pupils of being discovered.

Osamu Dazai patted the dust on his clothes, with a sweet smile on his face, like black tea with too much sugar, showing a semi-frozen state. "You, what else haven't you told us?"

Xi Ya was not surprised that what she had hidden was discovered.This man named Osamu Dazai is sharp and terrifying, quite difficult to deal with.Xi Ya sighed, she crossed her arms, "Did you already know?"

"How is it possible—" Osamu Dazai drew his tone, which is his most common tone, "Although I really want to say that."

"Probably it can be pieced together. If Mr. Ranpo was here, he would have known it a long time ago."

【…

It's amazing to say that when I was painting, I seemed to be able to hear whispers of something. They, let's just say they were not malicious.Just a little bit curious about me, a little bit curious about my paintings.When I was in the peach blossom forest, it was very clear, so I had a guess in my heart.

Could it be, is it the fairy of the peach blossom?

We believe that fairies exist, but ordinary people cannot see them.I keep this as a secret and won't tell anyone.

Occasionally I'll try to communicate with them, but it just seems like I'm communicating with air.Simply as a painter, I can also talk to myself. At first, the people here are a little scared, but they are simple and kind. After I explained, they quickly understood me.

I know that something romantic is happening to me.I also found that the paintings I draw are getting better and better, and I can almost smell the peach blossoms and landscapes.

Am I being given something?

Then you can't relax anymore, you must let the world see this grand dream!

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【それは妖妖からのネチネチです.

That was the whisper from the goblin. 】

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