Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The white manuscript paper was messed up and thrown aside.A stack of manuscript paper was randomly placed on the side, while others were scattered on the ground.There are a few books on the table with blank paper inside, and some are spread out on the tatami. In short, anyone who sees the appearance of this room will think that its owner must be a literati who is writing.

The drug seller picked up a ball of paper on the ground, unfolded it, and quietly looked at the words on it.Sometimes, Mr. Fumeng will show a considerable neuroticism that belongs to a literati.As the saying goes, no one is perfect, even though Mr. Fumeng has broken away from the human category, he has the appearance of a human being, so it is not wrong to classify him as a human being.

The shoji door was opened, and the courtyard could be seen from the room. The wind passed through the door, and it was extremely quiet, except for occasional paper sheets that were lightly moved by the wind.

The drug seller put down the paper in his hand. Most of the time, Floating Dream is quiet and steady, but occasionally he will show unknown madness, like an opening in the abyss, allowing the darkness, madness, and horror to be revealed a little bit. Come out, but it will quickly change back to its original form.

He walked out from the shoji gate, looked around, but found no familiar figure.The medicine seller's eyelashes were very long and thick, and when he was thinking, they drooped slightly and fanned them lightly, like a silk fan, no matter what, he had a good look.

"Is there...?"

The drug seller looked back, and he knew it in his heart.

He took a step forward and walked back.Takashi Natsume only saw a part of it that day, which was something that can be seen by humans. Mr. Fumeng's place must be different, such as connecting two spaces.The peaceful courtyard has become another style. The carved beams and painted buildings of the Tang Dynasty, gurgling water, red and white, or colorful koi swim in the water, and the stones, vegetation and buildings form an exquisite painting.

After a short walk, we reached our destination.The house built on the water, after entering, you will see the person you are looking for.

Mr. Fumeng sat on the side of the desk, looking out, it was obviously similar to the room where the barrier door was opened, but he preferred to stay here.Anyone who didn't hear the footsteps behind him knew who it was.He didn't look back, lying on the table, looking outside, black coat, white robe, wide sleeves fell down, revealing a small section of cold white skin.

The long hair like ink hangs down and hangs to the ground, only a little bit of eyes are exposed, they are the purest black.Just a side face can shake people's minds.

The medicine seller sat down opposite him, the case was narrower than the table, rectangular, so the medicine seller could easily reach out and touch Fumeng's hair.He didn't say a word, and Fumeng didn't say a word, just got along so quietly, this is the way they have been getting along for many years, casual and free.

Mr. Floating Dream raised his head, his pure black eyes looked directly at the light blue eyes.Black is the original color of his eyes, black hair and black pupils, this is the original him.In comparison, the drug seller looks like a guy from a foreign country, with light blond hair and light blue eyes, isn't he very similar to those foreign people?

The drug seller knew that Fumeng was sizing him up, watching him carefully, inch by inch, a bit like a painter thinking about how to write a brush, keeping every detail in his heart.He glanced at the table, only a small jug of wine, and a cup, he knew without asking, that Fumeng was definitely drinking here by himself, it's just that.The drug seller glanced at Fu Meng, and the other party lay back on his stomach again. From his perspective, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his cold white skin was only slightly red at the corners of his eyes, as if he had been smoked by peach blossoms or dense water vapor.

Drunk.

The drug seller thought firmly, generally speaking, people like Fu Meng and him would never be able to get drunk, but that was just normal, since there is normal, there must be exceptions.

Alcohol is not ordinary alcohol, and people are not ordinary people. Letting yourself get drunk is indeed something that can be called willful floating dreams.

The drug seller sighed slightly, and gently moved his fingers through his hair, exposing the other party's ears and a bit of his neck.The hands were suddenly held down, and the skin was intimately attached to each other, and they could feel each other's temperature.Only when he is drunk, will he show a different side from usual.The drug seller looked down, and the drunk man closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.He didn't try to take his hand back, but gently stroked the small piece of skin behind the ear and neck with his fingers.

Mr. Drunk is like a cat, but he is much better behaved than a cat.

Most scholars love cats, because they are not much different from cats, and the floating dreams of scholars who are barely considered are naturally among them.

But he was born with Fumeng and doesn't keep cats. If he really got entangled, it probably came down to the fact that he was too lazy to take care of Fumeng. Look at the raccoon.

The people under him suddenly moved, and the medicine seller withdrew his gaze from looking outside, and looked at his people under him.The opponent's hand held his wrist, and his fingers pressed on a very delicate place.

The pharmacist sells medicines, so naturally he has a little research on medicine and medicines. Putting his fingers on the pulse, he seems to be feeling the beating of the heart connected by blood vessels. "It's the same as human beings..." Mr. Fumeng lowered his eyes, looking at the sleeves on the table with both eyes, he didn't know what he was thinking, and the pulse felt by his fingers was similar to that of human beings.

The corners of the drug seller's mouth curled up slightly. He has always maintained that he is a human being, and others believe it.Fumeng withdrew his hand, he covered his mouth and yawned a little.

"Go to rest?" The drug seller looked at him, and naturally withdrew his hand.Fumeng's eyes suddenly turned bright golden, and the golden color disappeared in an instant, his voice was very soft, but the drug seller could hear it.

"Ah."

It is obviously unrealistic to expect a drunk person to leave by himself. Without the permission of the owner, it is impossible to enter here.The drug seller stood up, walked to the side of Fumeng, bent down, and with a hook of his hand, he brought the person into his arms.

"Tsk, can you change the way?"

Fumeng leaned against him, squinting his eyes in displeasure, he hated being hugged because it would make him look weak.However, a drunk person has no standing to raise an objection.The drug seller easily picked him up, his black sleeves were like the drooping wings of a bird, and Floating Dream was simply out of sight, closing his eyes, like a cat that is not happy to be picked up.

"How to go?"

"do not ask me."

The footsteps didn't stop at all, and they walked towards their destination.The drug seller naturally knows the way to go. As for why he asks, is that very important?

......

Crexby looked at the drug dealer strolling over and knew that the matter had been resolved.She glanced at the man next to her, and sometimes she would ignore his gender because of his too coquettish appearance, after all, the gender of a beauty is not important.Crexbe handed the prepared hangover soup to the other party, her voice and face were as calm as ever.

"I'm bothering you."

The pharmacist took over the hangover soup, and he also knew how to make it, but Claire was not willing to let him do everything for him.

Crexbe watched the other party leave, knowing that the two of them would not show up in the house until tomorrow.She looked up at the sky, the sun was just right, and Crexbe tidied up her sleeves, since the two of them were away, she should take advantage of this to clean the place.

Her figure disappeared around the corner.

Heaven, Taoyuan Township.

Bai Ze scratched his hair, the day of delivery was getting closer, he was a little restless.

Want to go out and have fun.

Bai Ze sighed, he stayed in the shop peacefully these few days, which surprised Momotaro very much.With his chin propped up, Bai Ze played with the red string of the earrings with his fingers, "After delivery, I must find Daji sauce to play with, but it is said that there is a place that is also very famous recently, and it is on a boat. But it only appears at night." Bai Ze's The brain is arranging the next itinerary, and he is still talking, "However, it has been too uneven recently."

He paused suddenly, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.Yu Yihu was imprisoned in hell, and now she escaped, this is simply a good opportunity to laugh at the ghost lamp.

His mind cleared instantly, and Bai Ze got up immediately. He took out the phone from his pocket and wanted to call the evil spirit, but the finger that pressed the button stopped suddenly, and he closed the phone.He was going to laugh at Ghost Lamp himself.

Just do what you say, Bai Ze threw a word to Momotaro, and disappeared into the sky.

hell.

The ghost lamp who was patrolling suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. It wasn't sick, nor was it cursed, but the feeling of being watched by some idiot.

"Master Ghost Lantern?" Xiaobai tilted his head, and it still raised its front paws, not understanding why the ghost lantern suddenly stopped.Ghost Lantern looked at him, "No, it's nothing. It's probably wrong..."

"You evil ghost also has...!" A voice came from the sky.

"drink!"

Ghost Lantern, whose face became terrifying in an instant, threw his mace, and kept throwing it.On the contrary, something was hit, let out a cry of pain, and then fell to the ground together with the mace.

Ghost Lamp withdrew his hands and feet, and calmly patted the dust off his body.

Tang melon and eggplant ran over.

The ghost lamp took a look, and the eyes of the original Bai Ze turned into mosquito coils.Ghost Lamp pulled out the mace on the ground with one hand, and he tapped his hand with the mace, his eyes and expression were extremely sinister, "So it's a white pig." He looked like he was about to transform into a murderous maniac.

"Well......"

Before he had time to do anything, he saw Bai Ze wake up, clicked his tongue, obviously very regretful.Hearing his voice, Bai Ze immediately quarreled with him, "What the hell are you regretting, you evil spirit?!" Bai Ze turned back into a human form, and slapped the dust on his body in displeasure.

Ghost Lantern didn't intend to talk to him, but Bai Ze obviously wouldn't let it go.

"I heard that Yuyihu escaped from hell?" Bai Ze covered his mouth, but people could see him laughing and laughing, "What a failure."

Bai Ze waited for Ghost Lamp's rebuttal.However, he waited for a long time before he opened his eyes, only to see Ghost Lamp and the others leaving.

That... evil spirit! ! !

【猫です.

cat. 】

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I don't know if there is ooc, but I'm happy anyway.

Please don't fatten me TT

Save the children! !

今天没有小剧场。感谢在2020-05-2421:58:15~2020-05-2523:13:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 sweet Lili;

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