Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

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I know that I am different from her. Many times, I am thinking, why is she interested in me?I am just an inconspicuous ordinary person who can be seen everywhere, but she shines brightly everywhere, like a gem.

She is a blooming flower in this Loucheng palace, a unique flower in the whole world, she is delicate and beautiful, and the amorous feelings revealed by her gestures are fascinating.

"Don't you like me?"

She suddenly said, sitting in front of the mirror, I was packing things, and I couldn't do things like dressing her up.

Listening to her words, I showed a little confused expression, "Don't like you?" I tilted my head and focused on the things in front of me, "How could I not like you? Everyone likes you."

I answered her question, but she seemed dissatisfied with what I said. She supported her face with her hands, jewels and jade were surrounded by silver ornaments carved with exquisite patterns, and the gorgeous palace clothes were like the gorgeous wings of a bird, hanging by her side.Tiny bouquets adorned with tassels sway gently as she moves.

"But I can't feel your liking." She curled her lips, even if she did such an action, she was pretty damn good-looking. "I don't like the way they look at me. I'd rather they all be like you and have no reaction to me."

When I heard her words, I couldn't help but paused, seeing her appearance, I had no choice but to comfort her, "It's because I don't know how to appreciate it." As everyone knows, everything is just ordinary things in my eyes. Even if it's a beauty, it's all dead in the end. What's worth paying special attention to?

"It's...that sentence again..." She looked out the window, not knowing what she was looking at. Occasionally, a bird flew by and landed on the glazed tiles, combing her feathers.

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The black-haired man put the cap on his pen and looked down at the manuscript paper on the table. The black on it was a bit smudged, but fortunately it didn't get in the way. Moreover, this was a draft with traces of modification and smearing on it. very normal.The sparrows were chirping on the branches, and occasionally a few brave ones landed on the promenade outside, and their paws touched the wooden floor, making a little rattling sound.

Maybe soon, summer will be over.

Mr. Fumeng stood up, the collar of the black bathrobe was slightly opened, revealing a small piece of fair skin, the long hair like crow feathers spread out, and a few strands hung down on his chest.He took out a long-stemmed pipe from the drawer of the cabinet in the room, and the sunlight fell on the tatami.

After everything was ready, Fumeng leaned on the pillar, slowly took a puff of cigarette, and then slowly exhaled it.

The maid with mercury-colored hair and pupils tidied up the slightly messy room in the room.Some discarded paper balls fell on the ground, and the books were stacked on the table. One book fell because the stack was too high, and a few books were spread out for the convenience of the owner of the book to find information.

"Master Natsume seems to be very happy." Crexbe put the books she no longer used into categories on the bookcase, some were very new, some were half-old, and some creased pages and some edges could be seen The rough edges have been worn out, but it can still be seen that the owner of the book must have carefully maintained the books to prevent them from falling apart.

Mr. Floating Dream was smoking a pipe, his golden eyes turned slightly, "After all, we are going to play with friends." Crexby adjusted the position of the book, "Then why don't you go with Mr. Yao Lang?"

The Mercury Snake turned around, came to the table, and carefully put away the written draft, "Mr. Mingming and Mr. Yaolang are very close." Crexbe divided the manuscript paper into two piles, one pile was written, The first stack is the unwritten ones, which are placed on the left and right sides respectively, which facilitates men's writing to the greatest extent.

"We don't always stay together." Mr. Fumeng knocked on the cigarette rod, shaking off the ash inside, "What's more, the two of us don't spend much time together, basically running around."

Crexby tilted her head, her silver eyes revealed a little confusion, "But, Mr. Yakuro always comes back to look for you, and you are always waiting for him, sir."

Hearing her words, the man with black hair raised the corners of his lips, but there was a little helplessness between his brows and eyes, "You are really learning about sensibility, it is obviously the last thing you need." This time he always agrees The maid retorted: "It's not something unnecessary!" Her expression was extremely serious, although she was still expressionless as always.

"Besides, isn't the author just trying to present the things in his heart to others? Sensibility is a little more than rationality." Crexby is indeed studying seriously, something called 'sensibility', It's just that, as a representative of reason, it's really difficult for her.At present, her level is to follow what she reads in the book and correspond to the things in reality one by one.

Knowing her learning method, Mr. Fumeng smiled helplessly and shook his head, "You can't learn well if you're like this." The good student Ke Kesibei asked, "Then how should I study?"

Obviously his studies are not very good, and Mr. Fumeng thought for a while, "Well, find someone who is willing to share your feelings with you?"

Crexby blinked, "Like you and Mr. Yakuro? But, this is indeed a good way."

The other party unceremoniously shook out everything that could be shaken out, and Fumeng rubbed her forehead, "You..." Crexbe didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what she said, she still Said, "Although this method is very good, but the husband seems not to be able to perceive emotions normally."

Only when Mr. Fumeng held the pen would he burst out with emotion from the words, like a volcano that was usually dormant, finally came alive at that moment.

"It seems that Mr. and Mr. Yakuro are both cold in character." Crexby nodded affirmatively. After all, these two people can sit and drink tea and watch the scenery without moving all day.

Mercury Snake's faint curiosity and thirst for knowledge were aroused, "Sir, what exactly did Mr. Yakuro share with you?"

The man's hand paused for a moment, and then he tapped the cigarette rod in the ashtray in a very natural way. His golden eyes, like the scorching sun, were full of waves, and countless streams of light fell like rain. "This, I can't tell you."

Crexby looked at Mr. Floating Dream, and the other party obviously made up his mind not to reveal it for a moment.After only thinking for a minute, the mercury-haired maid put away her faint curiosity and thirst for knowledge.Crexby's eyelashes fluttered slightly, "Forget it. Do you have anything to eat? I'll prepare it."

Mr. Fumeng returned to the room and sat on the tatami, "How about curry?" He suddenly thought that in the last world, Oda Sakunosuke liked to eat curry very much, and he would eat it three times a week.

Obviously, Crex Bay also thought of that man. "Mr. Odasaku? Do you need me to add more spice?" Fumeng waved his hand, "That's unnecessary, normal curry is fine." Claire nodded, indicating that she understood, and then backed out.So, only Mr. Floating Dream was left in the room.

Abe Seimei was taken back by his friends a few days ago, and he had to deal with some matters of Gao Tianyuan, so the house became quieter for a while.

The man stretched his waist, yawned lightly, lay on the tatami, closed his eyes, listening to the sound of wind chimes and birds chirping, the heat of summer seemed to be far away.

What did you share?

It seems to be such a hot summer day.

The man dressed gorgeously, even a bit like an entertainer, was carrying a dark green suitcase on his back.The purple turban wraps light-blond hair, and the hair is a little curvy, but it can't cover the ears that are different from ordinary humans.If you really want to say, what kind of elf is that, with weird ears and pointy ears.

"This is not a place where you can come here casually."

A slightly deserted voice sounded behind the man.The man turned his head and saw the man holding an umbrella. His black hair was in great contrast to his snow-white skin. His face was hidden under the umbrella, but his chin and thin lips were exposed. On the contrary, people have the idea of ​​wanting to peek at everything.

"Come here, what's the matter?" The black-haired man asked, although his attitude was a little cold, but there was no malice.The man who seemed to be looking at the eaves could clearly hear that there was no emotion in that voice, just like a handful of white snow, beautiful and cold.

The drug seller turned around, his light blue eyes met a pair of golden ones.

"It's just that I'm a drug seller." The drug seller's sentence was a little strange. Two people who made each other feel strange met on a hot summer day.

Following the man, the drug seller took the courtyard and the structure of the house into his eyes.Suddenly he stopped, and the black-haired man in front also stopped.

The drug seller slowly raised his hand, the purple nails on his body were not strange, on the contrary, they were a little more coquettish.The makeup on his lips looked like he was smiling, "Where is that?" The man looked along his hand, and there was no emotion in his golden eyes.

"There is where I write."

The drug seller's water-colored eyes moved slightly, "Writing?" He repeated the man's words, with the ending upturned, like a cat's tail.The other party nodded, "Yes, just call me Floating Dream."

The eyes of the man with light blond hair moved, "Dream..."

Probably being asked too many times, the man immediately knew what he wanted to ask. His slender eyelashes covered his bright golden pupils, as if casting a shadow on the sun. "Floating Dream is Zixia's pseudonym."

The drug seller blinked, "Floating Dream."

A gust of wind blew by, and the time on the two of them seemed to start flowing again.Fumeng looked towards the main house, "Nothing, let's go."

Fumeng took another step towards the destination.The medicine seller followed closely behind. He was clearly wearing wooden clogs, but he didn't make a sound.

"Floating dream, does it mean that life is like a dream?"

Such a voice came from behind the man.

【He と の past.

Him and his past. 】

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The author has something to say:

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It involves the past of Mr. and Yakuro~