Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

After one night, the street was indeed full of golden red, bright gold, and warm red. Just this scene made people feel much lighter, as if they could already see the lively scene of the official start of the dragon sacrifice ceremony at night up.This grand carnival is signaled by the sunset. In the deep blue night sky, only the stars are shining with silver light spots. Under the vast night sky, there are thousands of trees and flowers in the east wind at night, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

"Festival..." Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka glanced at each other. Neither of them had the experience of going to festivals, and they had an inexplicable desire for festivals. Nowadays, such grand festivals are rare, and they couldn't help but start to look forward to them. Night fell.

"It's very grand." Edogawa rubbed his chin in random steps, the faces of passers-by below were full of smiles, the girls holding flowers in their hands were smiling and talking, and the childish children held the old man's hand and asked innocently, that's all. It can be seen that this is an absolutely exciting festival.

"It is said that you can see the Dragon God this year."

A woman's conversation came from below, and the voice was full of reverence for the Dragon God.

For a while, the house fell silent, hoping to get more information from the conversation downstairs.

"But isn't that something like a legend?" The other person we talked to remained skeptical, but the younger woman laughed, "But that's what you really said, this year's Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony, but When the dragon god was born, 12 years was a turn, and now it is turning 1000, [-] two hundred years."

"Huh? We have been in Dragon Boat City for so long?"

"Of course, let me tell you that I have heard from my husband that the Dragon Boat City was originally a dragon boat city and was built later, but I have never said what the dragon boat is for." The woman made a regretful voice, which can be seen She is still quite interested in this kind of thing.The conversation between the two gradually faded away, leaving behind a few people who were thinking indoors.

"Sir? Is it Mr. Floating Dream?" Atsushi Nakajima recalled the man with black hair, black eyes and blue shirt yesterday.Suddenly, he stopped, black pupil?

Atsushi Nakajima recalled it again, yes, yesterday, it was indeed black pupil, and he has seen three colors so far, gold, ice blue and black.Really can't figure out what the difference is in the change of eye color, Atsushi Nakajima decided to give up thinking, after all, this is really not his strong point.

"Pa—" The sound of slapping palms attracted everyone's attention.

Osamu Dazai suggested with a smile: "Why don't we break up and go for a walk today?"

"Hey?" Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but make a sound. Although it seems that it should be relatively peaceful at present, isn't this kind of sightseeing attitude a bit bad?Quan Jinghua naturally followed Atsushi Nakajima.

"Well said, Dazai." Edogawa Ranpo nodded, obviously agreeing with Dazai Osamu's proposal.

"Mr. Ranpo too?!" Atsushi Nakajima watched as one of the two jumped off the table and walked out the door, and the other went directly through the window, and the people below were stunned.This happened within seconds, and the two were out of sight.Mouth slightly open, a little dull.Nakajima Atsushi lowered his head helplessly and looked at Izumi Kyoka, and asked, "Then, shall we go for a stroll?"

Quan Jinghua nodded, "We can collect information together." Atsushi Nakajima felt that what she said made sense. Of course, people who live here know the things about Dragon Boat City best. As for Mr. Fumeng, if he didn't want to, he might It was impossible to find him.Atsushi Nakajima's intuition told him so.

Walking side by side with Izumi Kyoka on the street, Atsushi Nakajima thought about the several meetings with Mr. Fumeng in his mind. He thought that the other party was just a book writer. When the explosion happened, the man showed quite calmness, and he Also know that the other party is often attacked because of the text.Do words really have that much power?Atsushi Nakajima did not understand.But now, he discovered that Mister Floating Dream is like a calm water surface, which can clearly reflect everything, but no one knows what kind of turbulent waves and deep eddies are hidden under it.

"Newly baked pies, freshly baked pies!" A piercing yell brought Atsushi Nakajima back from his thoughts.

He walked over with Quan Jinghua.The golden-yellow and crispy white noodle crust makes people look appetizing, but when cut open, the filling inside explodes in an instant, and the rich meaty aroma can even make people think of the gravy flowing out when the pie is in the mouth, on the tip of the tongue Exploding salty fragrance.

The stomachs of the two made sounds together, and then they realized that they didn't have breakfast at all!Without further hesitation, I asked the boss for two pies.

The pie in my mouth was as delicious as I imagined. The rich and salty gravy was mixed with the sweet and sour fruit, which relieved the greasy and appetizing at the same time.This pie is like a vanguard, awakening the taste buds that have been sleeping for a long time, making the brain clamor for more.

Atsushi Nakajima probably understands why Mr. Dazai suggested that everyone walk around today, and judging from the money left by the other party, it seems that in the eyes of the other party, he and Kyoka are not needed this time, they just need to be like children Just eat and stroll around.

Does this count as making up for childhood?Atsushi Nakajima smiled helplessly, but he was kind and gentle by nature, and he still collected information with Izumi Kyoka.

It's just that the delicious food is too tempting, and the two soon became dizzy on the street.

On the other side, Osamu Dazai walked alone in the shadow of the building.

Compared with the extremely lively scene on the other side, this place is a little deserted, but from the already hung lanterns and silk curtains, we can still see the expectation and attention to the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony.

"Are you looking for me?"

A calm voice came from behind, Dazai Osamu turned around and met a pair of black eyes.The man nodded towards him, as if he had already seen the purpose of his visit, "Please." The other party spread his palms and bent slightly, looking like a gentleman.

"I've seen you."

Just when Osamu Dazai was thinking, the man made him feel very familiar, the man said so.

Looking at the slightly surprised pair of kite-colored eyes, Mr. Fumeng smiled, and said softly: "You may not remember, but I did meet you. Now, do you no longer drink with friends?"

Osamu Dazai's fake smile suddenly disappeared, and a sharp light appeared in his iris-colored pupils, "Who the hell are you?"

He had been surprised for a long time, the temperament of the man's body could not be that of an ordinary book writer, such a violation, even Atsushi Nakajima was aware of it.

What's more, his supernatural power can nullify other supernatural powers, but he was brought into the book, so there is only one possibility, what men have is not supernatural power at all, but other unknown mysterious powers .

"A person from another world?" Osamu Dazai easily deduced the identity of the man.

"It's not bad if you want to say that." Putting his hands in his wide sleeves, Mr. Floating Dream seemed to be sighing, "It's not yet time, so I can only tell you so much." He looked at Osamu Dazai apologetically, From the etiquette and attitude, there is no fault at all.

Probably because he realized that he had no chance of getting any more information from the man's mouth, Osamu Dazai curled his lips and spread his hands, "It's really boring, and I can't speak clearly."

Mr. Fumeng was not surprised by his sudden change, and his attitude was always very peaceful. "It's useless to talk too much." The man's casual attitude made Osamu Dazai shrug his shoulders.

The two are like good friends who have known each other for many years, "Are you still committing suicide?" Mr. Fumeng is not swayed by the word suicide. In his opinion, everyone has the right to choose whether to continue or end their life , he will not go forward to dissuade him because of this.What's more, Dazai Osamu is already an adult and can be responsible for his actions.

"Yeah, but it looks like God won't accept me."

"It's rare to meet a festival, why don't you go shopping?" The man brought Dazai Osamu to a small courtyard where there were blooming white magnolias. Only then did Dazai Osamu realize that the faint breath on the man's body, From Magnolia.

"It's not a child anymore, just go and play with Dun and Xiao Jinghua." The man sat down on the chair placed by the window, and there were still half-open books, a stack of white papers on the wooden table, and Pen, ink and inkstone.As if returning to his own home, Osamu Dazai sat across from the man, resting his chin on his hand, looking at the rather indifferent man.

Slowly rubbing the ink, the man lowered his head and took the words casually, "Children, in my eyes, you are all children."

Osamu Dazai made a somewhat artificial surprised sound, "Huh?! Could it be that you are not human? Are you a monster? Yosano-san should be interested in you."

The man dipped the ink with the tip of his pen, "It's true if you say it's human, and it's not true if you say it's not human. I'll be next ghost."

Osamu Dazai thought of his useless disciple, but the man was fundamentally different from Ryunosuke Akutagawa. He leaned on the back of his chair and looked out the open window.

Ghost...

The man had already picked up the pen and started writing on the paper.

[There are dragons in the East China Sea, howling at sunrise and singing at sunset.Its scales are like the flow of starlight, carrying the galaxy.A hundred years ago, the Son of Man crossed the sea to search for the dragon, wishing to do his best to stabilize reincarnation.Long saw that the Son of Man was a great benefactor, so they built a boat together.Because the sky boat is the head of a dragon and decorated with dragon patterns, it is called a dragon boat.

A few years later, the city tower rose up and became a city.

Therefore, it was renamed Dragon Boat City. 】

Seeing that the other party did not refuse, Osamu Dazai took the paper with writing on it, and took the words on it into his eyes. "Aren't you a novelist? I thought you all wrote something about human nature." Osamu Dazai casually put the paper aside, suddenly full of interest.

Mr. Fumeng shook his head, with a very sincere attitude, "I am not a writer, nor do I have any talent. I am just a writer."

There was a sigh on the man's face, as if he had accepted the reality.

Yes, after all, he lived for so long.Dazai thought so.

"Speaking of which, I promised to write you an article, and it seems that now is the right time." The man's words made Osamu Dazai raise his eyebrows.

"Only by entrustment."

Mr. Floating Dream stood up and searched on the bookshelf. Not long after, he returned to the table with a box in his hand.He put the box in front of Osamu Dazai and smiled at him.

Osamu Dazai looked at the wooden box in front of him, there was nothing special, until he opened the box, the expression on his face froze suddenly.

that name? !

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Dazai expressed shock, everyone should be able to guess who it is www

Looking at the described pies, I suddenly feel that I have a talent for writing food articles.

Mr. is indeed very old, after all, the timeline on his body is messed up.