Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The wind blows the fiery trees and silver flowers, the sparks float, and the lights are brightly lit. Dragon-shaped, fish-shaped, and lotus-like lanterns bloom everywhere with their own splendor.The brilliance of the bright moon is like jade with a warm and radiant color, and the sound of singing and dancing is everywhere on the street. The laughter and lively looks of girls add a bit of beauty to the street.

Golden fireworks rose into the sky and bloomed in the night, and the falling fireworks were decorated with long tails, blooming one after another.This is a city that never sleeps, a city that never sleeps, a land of gentleness, never tires, and a dreamy place of singing and dancing forever.

Natsume Takashi stared at the lights below, the vast river of stars, the golden river was extraordinarily bright, flickering and flickering, gathered and scattered, floating like pieces of gold.Many times, human beings cannot perceive the same kind of beauty, but sometimes, beauty can be perceived together.

There is no doubt that Takashi Natsume felt that kind of beauty, which can be painted on scrolls and recorded on the pages of books.A beauty that is not abstract.

"Why, come out?"

The young man's voice was unusually steady, and it was peaceful that didn't match the harmony.Natsume Takashi looked sideways, the man with light blond hair was leaning against the railing, with his head turned sideways, he could see the curve of his jaw and neck, and his aqua-blue pupils met the glittering gold.

In many cases, the lighting of thousands of houses, singing and dancing to promote peace is a concept, but now that concept has been transformed into a reality, so it is particularly lovable.

The young man was lying on the railing, the wind gently blowing the hair on his forehead, "Because, I want to take a look." In Natsume's eyes, there is love for this kind of scenery, perhaps it is his childhood experience, he is sensitive, quiet, but I also like to watch the lively scene like this, another kind of anger.

"It seems that you like it very much. He will be happy." The drug seller took out the cigarette rod, and the thin white smoke rose slowly. His light blue pupils stared at the smoke for a few seconds, then he looked away, He took a puff, raised his head slightly, and let out a puff of smoke.

It's not an ordinary tobacco smell, but it smells very good, a little cold, with a bit of herbal spicy, a bit like mint, and a little bit of other flavors.

Natsume Takashi looked sideways at the man beside him, "Is he talking about Mr.?" The hustle and bustle below seemed extraordinarily relaxing.

"Well, are you monsters? Or gods?" Natsume has always been curious about this question, probably because the scenery is too beautiful, or the glass of juice he drank at dinner contained alcohol. Disrespectful, but important question.

The drug seller dragged his cigarette stick, "What do you think?" Natsume Takashi thought for a while, "I thought you were big monsters, but later Teacher Qingming gave me the same feeling as you, but not exactly the same." Qian The color-haired boy tilted his head, as if he was stuck in some kind of problem.The soft hair is showing the character of its owner, soft, sensitive and gentle.

"Are we..." The medicine seller raised the corners of his lips, "We are indeed human~"

Natsume Takashi paused for a moment, everyone knew that they were definitely not human beings, or it wasn't that simple, but since the other party didn't want to talk about it, he definitely wouldn't get to the bottom of it.

"It used to be."

He heard the next sentence.The hand on the lacquered red wooden railing suddenly retracted, and Natsume looked at the man beside him, who showed a look that could be called memory and thinking.

"Floating Dream was once a human being."

Natsume pursed her lower lip, "Is it alright to just tell me that?" The drug seller took a puff of his cigarette, his alluring face looked particularly ambiguous and mysterious under the lingering smoke and the warm yellow light hanging under the eaves. "It's okay, he won't care about such things."

Suddenly came into contact with Mr. Fumeng's past, as if he had come into contact with the emperor's past, with curiosity and respect, Takashi Natsume pricked up his ears and listened carefully to every word the man said.

"The name Fumeng is not his name, but a pseudonym." The drug seller glanced at the young man beside him, his expression was as serious as that of a child listening to a bedtime story.Slightly pursing his lips, the man continued: "But it's not that he didn't have a name from the beginning. Fumeng has his own name."

But that is a secret, the name of the monarch is a symbol of supremacy, and it is not something that ordinary people can know.In the world, there are only two kinds of 'nameless'.One is to be deprived of names, the disappearance of names, forgetting, and deprivation all belong to this category; The name is hidden, and the hiding of the name is also graded.

The drug seller and Fumeng undoubtedly belong to the second category, but the name of Fumeng is hidden in the deepest part by "Tian", the most core place, except for "Tian", almost no one knows, even Fumeng himself is about to forget But the only one who knows besides 'Heaven' is the medicine seller.

"Could it be, do you think we don't have a name?" Looking at the surprised expression on Natsume Takashi's face, the drug seller thought it was a little funny. From the very beginning, people are still in the mother's body, so they are destined to have a name, that is' God's chosen name is also the most authentic and closest to my own name.

Natsume Takashi scratched his cheek, looking a little embarrassed, after all, he really meant it that way, always Mr., Mr. called, it will really give birth to the illusion that the other party is Yakuro, Floating Dream.

The man shook his head, "Master Qingming, I'll leave the first lesson to you."

The seductive face showed a strange beauty in the light and shade. The other party raised the cigarette stick, and the smoke he exhaled turned into flying butterflies.Natsume Takashi is a good student, so he answered the answer the second the words fell, "The name is the curse!"

The drug seller nodded, "The name is powerful, and the name is very important." He used the smoke stick as the pen and the light smoke as the ink to draw.

"However, the name is not very important."

"Huh?" Natsume Takashi was stunned. What the drug seller said was contradictory, but he didn't think the other party would make such a mistake, so he listened quietly.

"People will return to heaven after all. Therefore, a small number of people will have their names taken back by heaven before they die."

"Either dispossessed and exiled, or protected and hidden."

Natsume Takashi felt that he already understood the meaning of the man. He and his husband were undoubtedly taken back by the "Heaven" before they were alive to protect them.

"However, there is a saying in the Tang Dynasty that medicine is three-point poison." The drug seller half-closed his eyes, his slender and thick eyelashes covered the look in his eyes, and his expression was very calm. "The name was taken back, and at the same time, what people possessed was lost."

"Seven emotions and six desires." The moment the voice fell, the doubts in Natsume Takashi's heart also fell, as expected.This is the difference between them and Abe Seimei, Shirazawa, and Ghost Lamp.Their emotions and desires are much thinner than others, but there is another problem.

"Then why do you still have the seven emotions and six desires?" Although it is very rare, it is not without it.What's more, the emotion expressed by the other party in the text is not much different from that of ordinary people.

The drug seller raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky. The stars twinkled like broken diamonds dotted in the night sky, vast and boundless, which could calm people's hearts at once.

"him......"

Suddenly fell into silence, just when Natsume Takashi was feeling uneasy, the drug seller sighed softly, "That's the compensation from 'Heaven'."

"Heaven's compensation?" The young man repeated with some doubts. Although he is almost an adult among humans, he is still a child in any race that outlives humans, and he is still very young. This world is full of curiosity, and there are still too many things in this world that he doesn't know.

"'Heaven' took away his name, time, life and death, emotions, past, present and future, and destiny. His current emotions..." I shared with him.

Natsume Takashi opened his mouth, his voice was a little dry, and there seemed to be sadness in his amber pupils, "This...such..." Can this be called a human being, alive?Even, can it be called existence?

"His sense of taste, sight, hearing, touch, emotions, all of them are not his." At this moment, the man's eyes turned out to be strangely cold, and the light blue pupils seemed to be the glaciers of the North Pole. Change, extremely cold.

The handsome young man bit his lower lip, "But, why, 'God' would be like this?" Didn't he just withdraw his name and protect and hide it?

"Because, he is 'Heaven'."

The drug seller exhaled a mouthful of milky white smoke, his alluring face was shrouded in the lingering smoke, half of his body was in the dark, and the expression on his face was hard to see.The man's voice was so soft that it seemed as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

What are they doing?

Every time a relationship is established with a person, an anchor point is formed, and each anchor point stabilizes the existence of floating dreams. What they are doing is robbing him with the 'sky'.

He is a flower, a flower that will wither when it blooms to the extreme; he is rain, which will eventually return to the sky;

Floating dreams, life is like a dream, a hundred years in the world is just a big dream.Born like a mustard seed, and returned to the sky, he has never lived as a human being, and he has seen the world of mortals with inhuman eyes.All of this is just because of one reason, an incomprehensible reason.

'God' needs him.

Why him?Why is it him?

Just a name, fate, time, emotions and desires, life and death are not enough, what else does He need?

"Mr. Yakuro...?"

The young and soft voice came from the side, and the drug seller who was caught in his own thoughts suddenly came back to his senses, he raised the corners of his lips to Natsume Takashi, narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's getting late, bring your friend Go to sleep." Natsume looked at him, nodded, and walked back step by step, although he could feel that Mr. Yakuro's mood was probably not as calm as he showed, but now he couldn't help at all , let's not make trouble.

Watching him leave, the medicine seller rested his hands on the wooden railing. He hadn't had such intense emotions for a long time.

Looking at the fiery trees and silver flowers, the drug seller let himself go. This book is the first encounter between him and Fu Meng.Their first encounter was not the same.

Gold, silver, pearls and emeralds, complicated accessories collide with each other and make a crisp sound. A beautiful hand rests on the railing. Even at night, that hand is still amazingly beautiful. The owner must have been a very beautiful woman.

The silk and satin can only be called the foil of the skin, and it does not take away the brilliance of the owner in the slightest.

"He, isn't he here?"

【私はこの『天』を恨みながらも、『天』を爱している.

I hate this 'day', but love 'day'. 】

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It's really not easy sir.Eh......