Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

"It seems that someone has taken a step ahead of me." Fyodor narrowed his eyes, identifying the traces on the ground, the footprints of three people, he stood up, and glanced at the entrance of the altar not far away, "Did you go in? It's better not to run into it." He didn't stay any longer, turned around and left this place.

There is no trace of nostalgia, after all, although he has integrated some information up to now, more information has not yet been known.Besides, the world is a little too real anyway.

Fyodor's departure didn't have any impact. After all, the altar was already a restricted area, and no one would enter it at all.He walked on the street, his purple eyes were like ripe grapes, but everyone who knew him knew that it was not a fruit like grapes, but a poison with a beautiful skin.

"So you're here." The little girl's voice sounded from behind. Fyodor's clothes looked a bit weird in the outside world, but here it was nothing at all.He turned his head to the side, and the little girl with antlers on her head smiled at him, "I turned around and suddenly found that you were gone, and I was shocked. But, did you go to the altar?" She hesitated After looking at it, Fyodor glanced behind him, "No, I just wandered around out of curiosity. After all, you told me that you can't get close to it." His gentle and polite appearance once again coaxed the little girl.

Qilin led him around and introduced the things around him. He was an enthusiastic and enthusiastic tour guide.

"Ah, Lord Sacrifice!"

Fyodor followed her gaze and saw that the boy with short white hair stood upright, like a green bamboo growing in a quiet place, with an air of detachment from the world.

The little girl's voice attracted the young man's attention. The moment he met those blue and purple eyes, Fyodor knew that this young man, or the priest, definitely knew a lot of things, including him. Why come here.

Here and information dealers like Fyodor are simply inherently contradictory. He can implant viruses in machines, but here, there is nothing that can be called high-tech. The means are nowhere to be used.The worst compatibility is simply a lottery.

"Qilin, who is this?" The white-haired boy looked at the man beside the girl. He was thin, sick, and pale, as if he would collapse in a second.

"This is someone from outside." The girl replied cheerfully, it seemed that she adored this priest quite a lot.Priest, Fyodor narrowed his eyes, the boy's attire did not look like those talking about gods and gods, he looked more like a knight.With a single sword, one person can travel all over the world, incomparably chic.

"The people outside..." The boy murmured in a low voice, wondering if he could see something was wrong.Then he looked at the girl, "Qilin, the elders in your family are looking for you, and you sneaked out again?" The girl shrank suddenly, she nodded, and then looked at the boy and Fyodor cautiously.

"It doesn't matter, just leave this to me to arrange." His words made the little girl laugh immediately, she bid farewell to the two, and ran towards the place pointed by the boy.

"Then, this outsider, please come with me." The white-haired young man had a delicate face and a calm expression, and he didn't care that the two of them hadn't announced their names, so he led them towards a certain direction.

Fyodor followed him, involuntarily squinting his eyes, and no one else knew what was going on in his mind.

After a quarter of an hour, the boy's footsteps stopped.

"It's here, you can live here temporarily." The white-haired boy looked at the man with a smile on his face, and the man who seemed to be recovering from a serious illness seemed to have stars shining in his eyes like tanzanite, "But, I hope you don't do it." Do something that shouldn't be done." Those eyes seemed to see through the whole person, he held the sword in his arms and walked past Fyodor, purple tassels passed under Fyodor's eyes, golden There seems to be something hidden in the blue beads, flowing with lustrous brilliance.

Watching the other party leave, Fyodor stood quietly, but he already had a way in his heart.

"It seems to be restrained. Can't you make actions that don't conform to or exceed the character itself?" After just such a short period of time, he has already seen something.Fyodor entered the room. "It will look interesting. Is that you? Dazai-kun."

His figure completely disappeared inside the door, leaving only one or two birds jumping on the branches of the leafy trees in the courtyard, looking full of vitality.

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【I saw.

If you don't experience it yourself, it's hard to appreciate that special shock.

Coming from the blood, the vibration in the soul made me shed tears unconsciously, but I didn't notice it.At the moment of looking at each other, it is me, and I am it.

The deep and ethereal voice pierced through the clouds, skin and flesh, and finally came to the soul.

It is the silver river of time, on which are floating golden and blue prayers, they have crossed the millennium time, and were carried far away by the song of the whale, in a trance, there is a green color on the black mountains, The illusory whiteness flows through the mountains, and everything seems to have returned to the past, the incomparably distant ancient times.

My figure is extraordinarily small, no one can resist the wheel of time.

I seem to be looking through another pair of eyes, the clouds and mist, the rippling water.I saw fish swimming underwater, and suddenly came to the blue sky, birds flapping their wings, and animals playing in the mountains, everything was so real.Suddenly, my perspective changed, and there was nothing, or everything. What I could see with my eyes was a silver river.

The murmur of beings came into my ears, and I was moving forward.

Without any hesitation, without any regrets, we have been moving forward. This is a one-way ticket journey, and it is also a never-ending journey.

I feel the weight on my back, that's what I'm carrying, a world.

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The woman is as calm and indifferent as in an ink painting. She lowers her head slightly, looking at the scroll in her hand, and the clouds and mist flowing on her clothes, which are illusory and seem to disappear at any time.

After paying half the salary, she put away the scroll again and looked at the sky.

This time the whale is translucent, but its traces can still be caught with the naked eye. It is the soul of the whale, smart and mischievous, and looks like a little guy.There is also curiosity about the world, and people can't help showing a kind smile.Its figure circled a few times in the air, hid behind the clouds, and then emerged from the other side, as if playing hide-and-seek.

There was an elegant smile on the corner of the woman's mouth, but her eyes had a sense of vicissitudes that did not match her appearance.The traces of time will never be erased, and there is no doubt that she comes from a long time ago.

"Mountain Sea Whale."

Osamu Dazai braced his face, and they returned to the first room. This time the harvest was quite fruitful, and he also found traces of rats.The other party seemed to have seen the traces of going to the altar, and left without intending to go in and explore.He was not surprised, the rat in the house of death had already guessed that he was the person here.

But he cared more about another than Fyodor, and that was the existence of women.

Mountain Sea Whale, what is in that altar?What is sealed?

Osamu Dazai couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought, the things in his brain were in a mess, and he couldn't make a straight line.It didn't take long for him to give up. He lay on the table, looking like he was dying.

There is a stack of papers in front of Sakunosuke Oda, and he still holds a pen in his hand. It can be seen that even during the task, he did not forget to write. He just came out of the altar. It has been almost an hour now, and the white paper is dry. Net, not a single word.After a while, he put down his pen, sighed, and seemed to have given up.

Nakahara Chuya has been sitting on the other side, as if thinking about something.

"It's almost evening." Red-orange clouds had already appeared in the sky, and it was dusk.It was also at this time that everyone lit up the lights, whether it was lanterns, electric lights or candles, they were all lit.This is exactly the lights of thousands of families.

The wind blew, blowing the white hair, the warm red and yellow reflected a halo on the short white hair, very comfortable wind.Thinking of this, Fumeng lay down by the window and watched quietly, maybe she was watching the sunset, the lights, or the night market at the beginning.Sometimes, he also likes this kind of scene very much, the quietness and the noise are mixed together.For him, this is both normal and unusual.

Many times, people don't think about something carefully, but when they are alone, or occasionally feel lonely or something else, their sensibility will outweigh their rationality, and they will start to think about some philosophical or literary things .This is not moaning without illness, but a kind of thinking.Thinking about yourself, the future, time, history, people is amazing, no one can deny it.

There was a book spread out on the table. The book was blown by the wind, and it got up and down again. There was tea beside it. The water in the teacup had been cold for a long time, but no new pot of tea was ordered.

Mr. Fumeng moved, his blue-purple pupils were originally cool-toned, but they became warm-toned because of the color of the sunset, and the tea-white clothes were also dyed a little yellow, making him look a little more friendly and warmth.Generally speaking, he will not occupy the body of the characters in the book, because whether it is fictional or not, he has his own life. If he occupies it like this, it is like occupying someone else's life.This is something that a writer, or someone who deals with words, would not like to see.

Sometimes, the development of the story may be regrettable, but that is life.No one's life is perfect.

Including himself.

"Sir, do you want to go out together?" Osamu Dazai poked his head out, looked at the white-haired boy lying by the window, and asked with a smile, showing no sign of anxiety at all.

Glancing at him, Fumeng nodded, stood up, and walked towards them.Osamu Dazai clapped his hands, "Sir, don't you feel that time is passing too fast?" Mr. Fumeng's face was calm, as if he didn't know what he was talking about.No matter what Osamu Dazai said, he still didn't change his face, and he didn't feel that Osamu Dazai was annoying at all, which opened the eyes of Oda Sakunosuke and Nakahara Nakaya.

"It seems that you are too leisurely." The white-haired boy said so, and Dazai Osamu was stopped at once, and he began to feel guilty visibly.Fu Meng glanced at the other two, saying that you are too.Shaking his head helplessly, "This is not an example."

Time suddenly stopped for a moment, and then changed back to its original appearance again.

"Don't forget to make up."

After saying this, Dazai Osamu immediately beamed with joy, pulled Oda Sakunosuke, followed by Nakahara Chu, and joined the crowd.

"It's really energetic." The woman appeared beside him at some point, her feet were slightly off the ground, suspended in the air, and she was a little taller than the boy.

Mr. Fu Meng shook his head, "It's all a group of children." Hearing what he said, the woman covered her lips and smiled lightly, "Who said it wasn't?" The two suddenly fell silent for a long time.

The woman stared at the prosperity in front of her eyes, and seemed to murmur, "Long time no see, sir."

The white-haired boy was silent for a moment before replying, "Long time no see, Heyou."

[Millennium の sound ki.

Millennium echoes. 】

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I feel like this copy will be a bit long.

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Recently, I have been a little cavan and bald, and I already want to write a world.

Oh my god!

The last character year has the second sound of he.

我的智商不允许我写的太清楚，别问，问就是手拿剧本。惆怅.jpg感谢在2020-05-1322:41:05~2020-05-1522:38:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 95 bottles of Mr.abyss; 1 bottle of civil servants in Buddha Prison;

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