Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

Yuyihu was badly injured, and was imprisoned in a deeper layer of hell. After waiting for a long time, Nue disappeared directly and never appeared again.

No matter how you look at it, it's the best ending, and you get what you want, except for Mr. Floating Dream who wandered back and forth on the verge of losing control and fell into a deep sleep.For floating dreams, entering deep sleep is the best way to calm the forces.Although there are only Mr. Floating Dream, the drug seller and Cressby in the house, without the figure who always sits on the edge and in front of the low table, he suddenly feels lonely.

Takashi Natsume's magical trip to Kyoto is over, and he has returned to a peaceful life, of course a peaceful life for himself. At the same time, he has also started to learn onmyoji from Seimei Abe.Abe Seimei asked him the question, and he gave the answer at the end.

"If I had to choose only one side, I would probably choose the human side, but that was for me in the past. Now I have many monster friends around me, so I think the current self will not give up on either side. "

Natsume Takashi who gave the answer smiled a little shyly, "Mr. Seimei, am I a little too greedy?" .Abe Seimei smiled softly when he got this answer. This answer is very good. People with beautiful souls will always be favored.

After returning to Yayuan, life is full of tranquility and comfort.Abe Seimei lives in Mr. Fumeng's house in Yahara, and can teach Natsume Takashi what he needs to become an onmyoji every day.Diamonds need to be carefully polished, and now Takashi Natsume has already radiated a gentle brilliance.It's more jade than diamond.

The summer wind passes through the green leaves, and the mottled light and shadow fall on the ground, walls, and cicadas, bringing the heat of summer, and the shade brings a touch of coolness.

Natsume Takashi raised his hand to cover his eyes, looked at the house not far away, thinking to himself, wondering if Mr. Fumeng had woken up.

He found that there are many books with Mr. Floating Dream, books that he has never heard of.Although boys of his age would prefer to play games and the like, Natsume Takashi can calm down and read books.He also saw the article titled "Monster Township".

Natsume Takashi is very sensitive. He noticed a hint of hidden goodwill hidden in the article, which belongs to others. Although it seems that it is just a human teenager who has turned into a monster looking for his own meaning, why is this not written for them?Between human beings and monsters, Takashi Natsume has long discovered in his life that both humans and monsters are essentially the same.

For survival.For lust.

Natsume Takashi thought of what the boy said in the book, "It turns out that there is no difference between humans and monsters." But no matter what, life continues.

The wind in Yayuan is very gentle, and the people and monsters here are also very gentle.Natsume Takashi likes this place not only because there are people who can understand him here, but also because everything here can make people feel kind and bright.

When he arrived in the courtyard, Abe Qingming sat on the edge early, waiting for him.

Natsume Takashi bowed his head and said hello to him, "Mr. Seimei." The son of the white fox greeted him with a smile. The night cherry blossoms in the courtyard were gorgeously beautiful, almost a fictional dream, but they really existed.The child-like monsters are laughing and playing in the courtyard. The big monsters have their own territories, and occasionally they can catch their clothes, and there is peace.

Here, Natsume Takashi received the highest treatment. He is a disciple of Abe Seimei, a child accepted by monsters. He is gentle, and even big monsters with weird personalities will say a few words to him.There is no doubt that Takashi Natsume is loved.

"Mr. Seimei, are you still awake today?" Takashi Natsume looked around, but couldn't find the black figure.

Abe Seimei shook the bat fan, "He's awake, but you can tell by looking at it." Listening to his words, Natsume Takashi subconsciously became vigilant, after all, during this period of time, he has already quite realized The cunning hidden in the blood of the son of the white fox can only be said to be worthy of being a fox!

Following the guidance, Natsume Takashi came to the door of a room, and he opened the barrier door to reveal the scene inside.

"Sir?" Natsume Takashi asked hesitantly, the person sitting in the room turned around and looked at that face, Natsume Takashi suddenly fell into a state of aphasia.

No matter what kind of person they are, they will have their own characteristics. It is these characteristics that have caused thousands of differences and formed thousands of people.But no one is characterized by beauty, which can only be described by this kind of word.All words are powerless and pale. At this moment, Natsume Takashi really realized why some people would die because of abstract beauty.

"Your Excellency Natsume." Mr. Fumeng slightly nodded at him, probably noticing that something was wrong with his appearance, so he covered his breath and appearance with strength.Natsume Takashi breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked in cautiously.To be honest, the room is a bit messy, the kind of mess that fits a literati, scattered books and papers, spread out materials, and every part of the room shows the identity of the owner.

Takashi Natsume knelt on the tatami mat, looking a bit restrained, and Crexbe brought tea and refreshments.This is his usual treatment here. There are delicious snacks and all kinds of interesting things, almost all of which are piled up in front of him.Natsume Takashi hesitated in the favor of these monsters, he could feel that he was just a cub in the eyes of these monsters.

"Sir, did you just wake up today?" Natsume Takashi choked out a sentence.Mr. Fumeng nodded, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "Well, I just woke up today because of a sudden inspiration." He propped his face with one hand, and put the other hand on the table, his long hair like a crow's feather was like satin Generally, scattered from the shoulders.

Most literati have some weird hobbies. When they suddenly wake up from a dream with inspiration, it is not a fuss to write and record at the desk.

Mr. Fumeng's eyes are very soft, a bright golden color like a sea of ​​light, grand and magnificent, carrying a period of ancient time, that is, the eyes of gods.

Natsume Takashi was stunned, and the word "God" naturally appeared in his mind.

In Neon, it is a lucky and unlucky thing to be associated with the gods.Being able to gain the power that belongs to the gods and step into another world may also be favored too much and be hidden by the gods.Just like two sides of the same coin, one positive and the other negative.But no matter how you look at it, Mr. Fumeng doesn't look like that kind of god with a peaceful personality.

"How is your Excellency Natsume doing recently? Seimei told me that you are making rapid progress." Mr. Fumeng said with a smile, "You are very talented."

Natsume Takashi quickly declined, "Yes, Mr. Seimei taught you well." Mr. Fumeng looked at him thoughtfully, "You are still called Mr. Seimei? I thought you would change your name." Natsume Takashi scratched face, "I just slipped my tongue."

"Sir, that..." Natsume Takashi said slowly, "Why do those monsters treat me a little..." He tried his best to find a more suitable description. "Well, enthusiasm." This is the answer he finally came up with, enthusiasm.

Seeing his dazed and flustered look, Fumeng was quite relaxed, "They just like you. Most monsters like children like you."

Is it just that?Natsume Takashi thought for a moment and accepted the answer.

Watching him leave, Mr. Fumeng looked at the manuscript paper on the table, picked up the pen, and began to write on the paper.

【…

Sometimes, I would think that I don’t know anything, and the only thing I can get my hands on is probably writing, but even this is the only thing I can get my hands on, but it’s somewhat watery.I am but one of the multitude.Since we are all living beings, we will naturally have illusions about the future.I imagined that one day I would be admired by countless people and liked by countless people. This can be called a utilitarian purpose, but it is the driving force that supports people to go on.

Man lives forever in struggle.This is something that is understood from the time of fertilization in the mother's body. After birth, it is on the road of struggle and never returns, fighting against the same kind and fighting against nature.

When you see others better than yourself, you will feel jealous; when you see others worse than yourself, you will feel happy.Take myself as an example. I can't help but sulk when I see articles written by others are more popular than mine.Why is his better than mine?Why can't I?These questions are always circling in my mind.As a result, the suffocation became more and more suffocating, just like Zhou Yu in the Three Kingdoms, who pissed himself off to death.This statement is just a joke, not true.

But every time this happens, it is necessary to maintain a normal state of mind.See what others are doing, how you can learn, and how you can improve.Most importantly, be 'You are yourself'.

I mean, you have to remember your original thoughts.It is true that people go to high places and water flows to low places, but if you are enjoying yourself in your own world, you don't have to force it too much.

Bring the topic back, or talk about yourself.

Some people feel that they have nothing to say, but I don't think so.Whenever I lie in bed late at night and look at the ceiling, I think to myself how did I become like this?What was I like in the past?What am I like now?

Some people think that to see themselves clearly, they have to take a mirror and look at themselves in the mirror with a serious face, but in fact, it seems quite pleasant to others to analyze themselves in the mirror.The good name is to see yourself clearly.Well, I admit, this is really seeing myself clearly, the red blood in the eyes, the dark circles under the eyes, and the small scars on the cheeks are clearly visible.

But I'm naturally less sensitive to people's appearance. Others can see the almond eyes, willow eyebrows, and square face. The more beautiful ones are the eyes with cold stars and piercing eyes, but I can't describe them.You asked me to describe a person's appearance, I held back for a long time, I can only tell you two eyes, a nose and a mouth.

Look at my description, you will slap your thigh, hell, don't everyone have two eyes, one nose and one mouth.Then he rolled his eyes at both of us, saying that thanks to you, you are still a literati, a writer, and you only have this level of education?

To be honest, I am a self-proclaimed literati, a self-proclaimed writer.Writing an article depends entirely on interest, whether anyone reads it is optional.This is not giving up on yourself, but recognizing reality.

Don't say I'm not aggressive, I have.But people, it doesn't mean that if you work hard, you can do it.Needless to say, chicken soup, whether you are content with the status quo or aggressive, individuals have their own characteristics.There is nothing else about me, the biggest feature is that I am a Buddha.

Donor, have you heard that there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up this sentence? 】