Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who suddenly saw his pen pal, was in a complicated mood. He glanced at his own child sitting beside the man, and was pleasantly surprised and astonished in his heart, but he also felt that it was not what he expected.However, in front of the members, Fukuzawa Yukichi is still the serious and introverted, admirable president. He just gave a few words of advice as before, and then returned to his office, leaving behind a group of people who were quite curious about Mr. Fumeng. member.

A man's appearance is very good-looking, a beauty that can be praised even by people without any sense of aesthetics. Only beauty can describe a man.This beauty is not ordinary, referring to the beauty of people, but in a broader sense, just like people often say that this work is beautiful, this scenery is beautiful, this text is beautiful, it is this kind of real existence that can make people feel Arrived, but it is so beautiful that I can't tell.

Although he is also wearing a kimono, other Western-style clothing gives the man a little more calmness. His long black hair is tied low behind his head, and a stream of light can be seen passing by, like satin. Her hair is the envy of women.

"Excuse me, is there something wrong with me?"

Putting down the teacup with his left hand in a black glove, the man raised his head, his ice blue eyes captured the curiosity of others.

"No, that, do you need anything else?" Tanizaki Junichiro whispered, I don't know why, the other party is obviously very kind and friendly, but he still dare not be presumptuous, although his usual personality is relatively restrained, but he deeply It has nothing to do with personality.

Mr. Fumeng thought for a while, "Then give me a quiet room and a blank paper for writing." Junichiro Tanizaki nodded, "Come with me."

The man who stood up still maintained the elegance of the Chinese nationality. He gathered his wide sleeves and followed the pace of Junichiro Tanizaki.

Naomi, who watched the man leave, suddenly clapped her hands. She who was quiet just now did not match her usual personality, "Ah, I see." All the members looked at her, and Naomi raised her finger, "Look, Floating Dream Do you feel like Mr.?" At this point, everyone showed some doubts, and Naomi said again, "It is the teacher." Everyone looked at the former People's Teacher Kunikida Doppo.

Naomi hugged her chest, and tilted her head, "It's not the same as Mr. Kunikida, the one from before, the one with great prestige, literati and scholars?"

Seeming to vaguely understand what she meant, everyone nodded thoughtfully.

Compared with teacher, the title of Mr. is more suitable. As the saying goes, "the master is the first, the meaning of the teacher". The word Mr. does not only refer to the teacher, but also has other meanings. For men, it is indeed perfect. .

Mr. Fumeng sat on the chair and nodded to Tanizaki Junichiro who was leading the way, "Thank you." The other party was a little shy, and left the room with his hands waved. The moment the door closed, everything was quiet.

The man stroked the teacup in his hand. He put the teacup aside, took out the pen that had been with him for a long time, and lowered his head.

First, I revised and copied the text of the account book onto the white paper, and then started to write it later.

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I am really not familiar with feelings, and the only thing I can talk about is myself, so I will use myself as a talking point.

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After writing this, the man came to a standstill, took the tea at the side, and took a sip slowly, the aura around him seemed to be soaked in the dense tea, softening and warming him.

Mr. Fumeng touched the bracelet on his wrist, which was given to him by his parents as a gift when he was 12 years old, and has been with him for more than ten years now.The beads are already covered with patina, exuding an oily luster under the light.

When a person is writing something, he will occasionally touch his own heart, his own past, and he is no exception.But soon the man pulled his thoughts out again and picked up the pen again.

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I am ashamed to say that my life is more boring than ordinary people, but also richer than ordinary people.While this sounds fraught with contradictions, it really isn't.

I still remember that when I was in middle school, relatives in my family passed away one after another, but due to various reasons, I did not attend the funeral, but stayed in school to continue my studies.At that time, I didn't have any thoughts about the tearful mother, but since then, my mother has repeatedly told her that if she leaves, there is no need to be sad or painful, and most importantly, there is no need to prepare a cemetery or a tombstone for her.Just burn her bones to ashes and scatter them in the sea.And I, of course, did the same.

When I was in high school, I had no brothers and was alone. Even if my parents’ relatives were willing to take care of me, I was not.My impression was particularly deep at this time, and I also had a deeper understanding of life and death, good and evil in the world.

I have been poisoned by gas several times, and I have been in a car accident, but it was not a serious problem. I have encountered people with bad personalities, robbery and theft, or other things that are enough to be reviled.

After that, it was the university, and I met a mage.

I have been deeply interested in books and literature since I was a child, and naturally I also know something about Buddhism. In the process of talking with that master, he suddenly asked me if I would like to become his disciple.He said to himself that the master told him that he could find his disciple here, and I might be.

But I considered it again and again, and still rejected him.Why, I don't know, but at the beginning I felt that if no one read what I wrote, wouldn't it be a waste of life.I still remember what he looked like at that time, he sighed and shook his head, saying: "Fame and fortune in the world will eventually come to nothing."

Now that I think about it, I might not be suitable.I have the seven emotions and six desires, which are no different from ordinary people, but maybe a little weak, but if I let the four elements be empty and the six senses pure, I can't do it.Since you can't do it, then refuse, I'm a mediocre person, so why bother me.

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The sound of rubbing the pen tip against the paper suddenly stopped, the man put down the pen, and stared blankly.

He is always like this, and his former friends jokingly called it 'talking for 5 minutes, charging for two hours', but the fact is, if there is no inspiration, no idea, the pen in your hand will not be able to write anyway, even if you write When it came out, it was also unsatisfactory.

Fortunately, men are quite used to this state.He held the teacup, the tea in the cup was already cold, but the man didn't care much.He has always been like this, he can live this way, he can live that way, this casual attitude really doesn't match his elegant appearance and temperament.

Whatever you want, this man has always been like this.

When he was in school, he still cared about his writing being read by others and his name being known by others, but now, he doesn't care much about it.When did it start?

Mr. Fumeng looked down at the words on the paper, lost in memory.

It probably started when I first discovered that I was a ghost.

The man laughed softly, but there was a touch of sadness in the corners of his eyes, yes, it was that day, and he even still remembered the scene of that day.

The crimson, fiery red sea of ​​clouds seemed to burn everything, the kind of struggling and vitality also made people's mood involuntarily high.The golden sun wheel has a dazzling light, and you will feel dizzy just by looking at it. This is a natural beauty that can never be achieved by human technology.

Then, there was another scene, the black spot of light suddenly exploded in the middle of the sun, and the sky was like a piece of paper torn apart, revealing the starlight of the universe thousands of meters above the sky, the world was suddenly distorted at that moment , something is singing.

Sometimes it was a sacred chant, and sometimes it was a terrifying roar. At that moment, the sky cracked, the stars fell, and the ground under his feet collapsed, revealing the deep sea below, and in the deep sea, he saw a sky full of stars.Whales like ghosts swim above their heads, making crowing sounds that the body can catch or cannot catch, white birds with scales fly past their feet, flowing nebulae gather and disperse, countless human beings can Named or unnamed gems rained down, and everything turned into gems, and then disappeared in fire and flood. This is the sound and sight that human beings can't hear or see in their entire lives.

This is a world far beyond human imagination. Strange flowers, creatures, scenery, and singing are everywhere, but he is the only one in the whole world.

Then, he stayed there for one year, five years, ten years, 15 years, 20 years... so long that he couldn't even count, he also collapsed, committed suicide, was extremely hungry, He cut open his internal organs and ate them, and frantically attacked, captured and devoured those strange things, until in the end, he didn't even know whether he was human or not. Later, he found the only peace, which was writing.

Life is not eternal, and neither is death. In this world, nothing is pure and unstained, but at least, during that period of time, for him, words are eternal, pure, and unstained.Although he alone existed in that world, there were many human traces.

Maybe he used to care, but after the madness, he fell into nothingness and didn't care.

Time seems to have stopped on him, he is not old, nor dead, but he is not alive.Later he was able to leave there. He learned a lot there, and he went to many places. Although he was passive, he also learned a lot. But after a long time, he returned to the house where he lived as a human being for many years. after.

The memory of the person who opened the door was very vague in Chaos. He only remembered that the other party showed astonishment, embarrassment and fear in his eyes, and then asked:

"Have you come back?"

After that, he never went back, never returned to the place that was once called home, because it was no longer his home.However, he didn't care anymore.

【私は人间でもないし, Non-human worldでもない.

I am neither human nor inhuman. 】

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No more, I'm not sure if I can maintain the daily update, so let's enjoy yourself in time.

Mr. Fumeng is a big boss, but right now he just wants to concentrate on writing.

The cover is made by myself, and I learned the style of Wenye. If you are interested, you can take a look at what is on it, but it may be a bit small.

谢谢大家的评论和喜欢~感谢在2020-04-1414:16:54~2020-04-1417:43:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!