Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The night is as cool as water, the wisteria in the courtyard is in full bloom, and strings of purple flowers are hanging down, the beauty is almost illusory.

Holding a cigarette in his hand, the black-haired man exhaled slowly. He really looks like a literati in the Showa era, with a bit of decadent beauty.

"Good evening, sir."

A man's voice sounded from the courtyard.Mr. Fumeng raised his eyes slightly, "Ah, ghost lamp." The assistant officer of hell came out from the darkness, without any disguise, he walked over and sat next to the man.At this time, the mercury-haired maid served sake, placed it between the two, and then quietly hid in the dark.

Two men in kimonos, one smoking a cigarette, the other pouring himself wine.

"So, what's the matter with coming to see me?" Mr. Fumeng looked at the courtyard, and there was a little purple in the golden pupils.

"Yuyi Fox has escaped from hell." Ghost Lantern drank wine, his face extremely ugly, "I didn't find out until I went to inspect, it seems that those jailers have to relearn." His tone was quite sinister , If the jailers of hell see it, they will definitely tremble all over.

"So, Li Ban went to catch that kid?" Mr. Fu Meng flicked the cigarette ash, not feeling surprised at all.Nuliang Kaiban, the child of a slippery ghost and a human being, is a half-demon, but he is not Fumeng's friend, to be precise, he is a friend's child.

"But it can make the fox in feathers run away. It seems that hell has indeed relaxed a lot in these years." Mr. Fumeng sighed, "Well, after all, there is no way to do it. There are a lot of people in the current neon." He said Taking a puff of cigarette, she lowered her eyes slightly, covering her golden pupils.

"What are you going to do?" Ghost Lantern held the wine glass, the clear and transparent liquid reflected the moonlight and the purple dots.At the beginning, the fate line of Nuliang Liban was changed by interference. Except for the top gods, almost no one knew about it. Yuyi Fox was naturally kept in the dark, but she or the guy behind her, But found something wrong.

Fumeng was smoking a cigarette, his golden eyes were full of indifference, "What does it have to do with me?" From the beginning to the end, he never made a move.No matter how much you search, you can't find him, let alone what if you find him?

He dimmed the little spark in the ashtray, and took out another one from the cigarette case. Mr. Floating Dream held a cigarette in his mouth, "Or?" Ghost Lantern prefers to use a pipe, but he still took one, and the two used their lighters one by one The smoke was lit, and the light-colored smoke curled upwards.

"Really." Ghost Lantern's answer was neither cold nor indifferent. He didn't think much about what the man said. What's more, it was hell that let the feather fox go. Hell is still responsible for this matter.

"Relax. Didn't Li Ban go after him?" Mr. Fu Meng tried to comfort him.Ghost Lantern glanced at him, "That's why you didn't go to Kyoto, but came to Yayuan instead?" Mr. Fumeng's face immediately showed a look of disgust, "That bastard slipper."

Ghost Lamp took a puff of smoke, "Anyway...I'll buy you a drink then, I still have work, so I'm leaving first." Fumeng waved his hand, "Got it, if you need it, Claire can lend it to you, sir. Rules." Ghost Lamp paused for a moment, then heard the man add slowly: "Only for the matter of Yuyihu."

"Tsk." Ghost Lantern took a step forward, and it seemed that La's idea of ​​working as a coolie was lost again.

Mr. Fumeng looked at his leaving figure and snorted, "All the acquaintances gathered at the door."

As soon as his words fell, someone walked out from the edge not far away, "Ghost Lantern Lord just left, you still have time to rush over now."

The visitor shrugged, "Sir, don't make fun of me." Under the moon, the visitor finally showed his true appearance. "Long time no see, Liban." Nuliang Liban smiled, "Long time no see, sir."

Fumeng naturally knew why he came, "The capital is not peaceful recently." Nuliang Liban leaned on the pillar, "How can the thousand-year-old magic capital be peaceful." Mr. Fumeng raised his wine glass, "Aren't you going back?"

"Sold by you, sir, to work for Ghost Lamp, how could I have time to go back." Nuliang Liban smiled wryly. In the whole hell, even Gao Tianyuan, no one knew the workaholic attribute of Ghost Lamp.What's more, Mr. Floating Dream will also let him do things, it would be nice to be able to go back a few times.

"It's still alive anyway."

Nura Koban fell silent.

Mr. Fumeng took a puff of cigarette, then slowly exhaled, he watched the white, lingering smoke rising slowly upwards, there was a kind of fading interest in his golden pupils, like the afterglow of the setting sun, "Be content, brat. "

After dimming the cigarette in his hand, he stood up and rolled up the sleeves of his bathrobe, "If you need it, go to Claire, you know the rules."

"Seeing off the guests." Nuliang Liban watched the figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

At some point, the mercury-haired maid appeared silently, her inorganic mercury-colored pupils were extremely quiet, she stretched out her hand, "Please go here, and please forward this letter to Mrs. Hua Piao."

Nuliang Liban took the letter and nodded to her.

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"Natsume, a new neighbor moved in yesterday. I heard that he is a writer."

Natsume Takashi paused while eating, "Huh? Is that so?" The Fujiwara couple discussed about the new neighbors who moved in, "Ah, speaking of which, can Natsume deliver this for me?"

Auntie Toko put a bag of things on the side table, "This is a thank you gift. However, writers nowadays are very conspicuously dressed, with makeup on their faces." There was a little confusion on her face, but Natsume Kishi immediately knew who he was talking about.

"That should not be it." Takashi Natsume remembered the man with light blond hair yesterday, if he had to say it, the man with black hair should be a writer.

"But, he said he lives there." Aunt Tazi tilted her head, "Could it be a brother or a partner?"

"Puff, cough, cough." Natsume Takashi beat his chest, and Aunt Tako immediately pulled out a few pieces of paper and looked at him worriedly, "Natsume? What's wrong with you?"

"No...it's nothing." Natsume Takashi breathed heavily, "It's okay, I'll send the things over."

Today is the weekend, the school is not in class, he has plenty of time.

"The other day I saw that the young man was a pharmacist or something? The thing he gave me was said to be Chinese medicine from the Tang Dynasty." Aunt Tazi read a few words and put the matter aside.Natsume Takashi heaved a sigh of relief, he and Mr. Cat exchanged a glance, then looked away.

"I'm done eating." Natsume Takashi put the bowls and chopsticks in the pool, went upstairs to take a rest, and went to visit the new neighbors.

Natsume Takashi returned to his room and looked out the window, "The weather is nice today, teacher." It's a good weather for visiting other people, but that family.Natsume Takashi lowered his eyes, he was a little uneasy. "There's no need to worry." Teacher Cat lay on the tatami, seemingly unable to feel Natsume Takashi's somewhat complicated mood.

"That family is all powerful guys. If you really want to do something, you can't do anything about it." Natsume Takashi smiled bitterly. What Teacher Mao said was indeed true. Thinking about it this way, he felt more relaxed.

Yahara is a quiet place, Natsume Takashi likes the atmosphere here, he does not envy such a modern big city like Tokyo.

While walking on the road, I was thinking about what to say when we met.

Natsume Takashi didn't feel that something was wrong until he approached the gate and rang the doorbell.

"Teacher, here?"

Natsume Takashi looked around.Something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Teacher Cat rolled his eyes, "Silly boy. It's too clean here."

clean.

That's right, that's it.Natsume Takashi finally found out that something was wrong, there was no ghost breath here, it was as clean as if it had been purified by a powerful priestess, or in other words, it was visited by a god, and the breath was unbelievably clean.

"The monsters?"

Natsume Takashi became worried. Ordinary little monsters do not do evil, and they have their own lives just like ordinary humans.

"If that's the case, please don't worry. They have all left during the moving process." The voice that was set up like a machine interrupted the communication between the two. in the lower abdomen.

"Hi, excuse me. I'm Takashi Natsume, a child from the Fujiwara family next door. This is a thank you gift from before."

"My name is Crexby, please call me Claire, Natsume-sama." Takashi Natsume scratched his cheek, "Well, don't call me sir." Crexby nodded, "I Understood, Master Natsume. This way please."

Without giving Natsume Takashi any room for discussion, he walked towards the house with one person and one cat.

"Master Yaolang, what's wrong?"

Halfway through the walk, Crexby stopped suddenly, and the man under the wisteria seemed to be looking at something, "No, but there are butterflies."

Natsume Takashi saw butterflies shuttled among the purple flowers, and the man stood there without a trace of abruptness.

However, Yakuro is not his real name.

Natsume Takashi thought so, and Crexbe was still calm and indifferent at the beginning, "So that's it, after all, it's almost time."

"Dreamer, customer?" The drug seller turned his head slightly, his light blue eyes swept across the person and cat behind Crexby.

Natsume Takashi nodded hesitantly, and the man seemed to laugh.

"Yes, then please forgive me for my farewell." Crexbe bowed to the drug seller, and walked towards the house with one person and one cat again, but instead of bringing them into the house, they walked around to the courtyard.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses was smoking a cigarette, wearing a black bathrobe, holding a book in his hand, and sitting on the sidelines a little lazily.

"Sir, this is Natsume Takashi, a child of the Fujiwara family, come to visit." Crexby left quietly, she was going to prepare tea and snacks for the guests.

"Sit whatever you want, just don't dislike the shabby place here." The man hammered his shoulders, and his glasses softened his temperament a little. At least now, he looks more in line with the literati, the profession or title of a writer.

"I didn't have time to say hello to you yesterday. I was a little busy."

Natsume Takashi immediately understood that the other party probably saw them, and he smiled embarrassedly.

For a while, it fell into silence.

Natsume Takashi was a little cautious, but Mr. Cat adapted well, nestled beside him, enjoying the quiet atmosphere.

"Because I don't know your taste, I prepared Japanese-style desserts. I don't know if it suits your taste." Crexbe came over with tea and wagashi, and a plate of dried fish for Mr. Cat , very considerate service, but Natsume Takashi felt even more restless.

"Relax, Natsume-dono, do you like reading?"

Natsume Takashi nodded, he is one of the rare people who prefers to read books, not comic books that boys of the same age read, but books like library.

"Well, is Fumeng your name?" Natsume Takashi heard the drug seller call him Fumeng's customer before. Is Fumeng the name of the man in front of him?

The man raised his eyebrows, "No, it's my pen name. You can just call me Mr. Fumeng." Mr. Fumeng's attitude is very peaceful, and Natsume Takashi can't help but relax with his calm and simple temperament, "Pen name, sir. Is it a writer or something?"

Mr. Fu Meng smiled, "I can't say it, but I really came here to collect materials for writing."

Natsume Takashi was a little excited when he met someone with such a profession for the first time, "Then, what are you going to write about?"

The man's golden eyes looked at him, as if they could see through his whole being from the past to the present and even into the future. His eyes were like a bright sun, like molten gold, pure and majestic.

The man's lips moved slightly, and his attitude seemed a little casual.

"Theme..."

The wind blew gently, shaking the hair.

"How about the monster?"

boom--

Something exploded in Natsume Takashi's brain and neighed.

【Youkaiの中で、YoukaiDaのidealの国ああるYoukai郷.

In the place of monsters, the utopia of monsters - the town of monsters. 】

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The author has something to say:

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As soon as Aunt Tazi opened her mouth, little angel Natsume was bombarded by thunder, and she was stunned.The little angel Natsume didn't think it was going well.The sir was actually shaking Natsume.But it scared Natsume hhhh

The gentleman who suddenly has a villainous temperament: Ah, did you scare him?

Drug seller: I’m so scared.

Claire: I'm terrified.

Madara: Scared.

Shocked Natsume:? ? ?