Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The drug seller tilted his head slightly, the person in front of him had black hair like ink, fair complexion like pearls in the deep sea, bright eyes, looking forward to shine, her appearance was like a bright moon, once she appeared, the stars would fade away.I can't tell whether it is the fragrance of flowers, or spices from exotic places, or the fragrance extracted from the spring water above the nine heavens and prepared with snow lotus ice and snow.

The woman has a graceful figure and an exceptionally beautiful voice. She bowed to the medicine seller, "It's been a long time since I saw you, Mr. Yaolang. It's been a hundred years since we saw each other again."

"Long time no see, Dan Yan." The drug seller's eyes are extremely calm, like water, so that people feel good, as if in his eyes, everything is the same, without any difference.I will not look differently because of beauty, ugliness, rich or poor.

Dan Yan smoothed her hair behind her ears, her black eyes were like black agate, she looked at the scenery below, "Sir, he didn't come."

The man in the blue kimono looked at the tobacco stick in his hand, and the white smoke slowly floated upwards, "Floating Dream, I am probably finishing this book." Dan Yan pursed her lips and smiled, "Unexpectedly, the long-cherished wish of a century has come true. I thought it would be a long time later."

The medicine seller took a puff of the cigarette, and the coolness like mint, the slightly pungent and fresh herbal smell exploded in his mouth. The smoke went down his throat and circled a few times in his lungs before being spit out. "He will do what he says."

On the way of writing, Fumeng is no different from his peers. He is the same lonely and brave. He is immersed in writing, and a thing called responsibility is on his shoulders.He regards each story as his own child, which is carefully constructed by him little by little, so he also hopes that they can end well.

Nothing could be more pristine, more in keeping with his character than such a wish.

Dan Yan stared at the red-dyed nails, with golden cloud patterns drawn on them, "Sir..." At that time, she never thought that this is an unfinished story, and it is so beautiful here.

Blooming honeysuckle trees, the lights are just coming on, a smiling woman, her clothes are fluttering like clouds, and the butterflies on her head are about to fly.The gold decoration, the glazed tiles are shining brightly, and all people's fantasies about the wind, flowers, snow and moon are combined. Gold, silver, jewelry, emerald agate, and all kinds of rare treasures are all gathered here.

Everyone has a preference, and the author's writing, this characteristic is even more vividly reflected.Mr. Fumeng likes grand things, whether it is towering cities and palaces, the vast deep sea, or the vast universe of stars, from the beginning to the end, it can touch people's hearts incomparably, like a dream but a real existence.

Maybe it's because I don't have it, so I pay extra attention to those things I don't have in the text, such as love, hate, peace, tenderness, and sadness.

The bracelet on Dan Yan's wrist collided with a crisp sound, "It's just that I didn't expect that the person I met first would not be Mr.." The drug seller felt that Dan Yan was not reconciled, why did he say that.Not without reason.Floating Dream created this book with one hand, but abandoned it halfway. If this book is compared to a person, it is a person who is abandoned after careful care.No matter who it is, there will be resentment.Why did you give up?When will it be possible to proceed?Some have become regrets of a lifetime, and some have been forgotten.

"Dan Yan! Dan Yan!"

The girl's voice, the sound of running from far to near, reveals the whole figure of the visitor. She threw herself into Dan Yan's arms, her scarlet pupils narrowed slightly, like a cat being groomed.

"Who is she?" The drug seller looked at the girl, dressed in a Western style, very much like a girl in a western dress in the Taisho era.The girl showed two canine teeth, "I'm Lula."

The drug seller can see the joy and tenderness in Dan Yan's smile. It seems that the old man has always been by his side for a hundred years, so he is not lonely.

This is good.

Dan Yan lowered her head slightly, her black hair fell from her shoulders, Lula grabbed her and braided her braids, "Why did Dan Yan come here? Could it be that he was looking for the child inside?" Although Lula looked She is no different from a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, but in fact, she is much older than her appearance.

"Children's temper." Dan Yan patted her head, "I am here to chat with an old friend." She took out a purse from her sleeve, which was embroidered with patterns of hundreds of flowers and phoenix birds, "Go and buy something you like. .You like lively scenes best."

Lula took the purse and glanced at the drug seller.Probably because he felt that the drug seller was too coquettish, and women would feel ashamed when they saw him, so he left very relieved.Moreover, she knew that Dan Yan had a lot to say to the other party, so of course she had to show it as being reasonable.

The girl clutching her purse hopped away. From her lively and delicate appearance, it was impossible to tell that she was still an explosive maniac before.He firmly believes that explosions are art, and his scarlet pupils are full of innocence and cruelty.Lula's brain immediately began to think about the man's identity. After turning around several names in her mind, she roughly confirmed the person and made sure that the other party was not threatening, and then she began to think about what to buy. Danyan also brought a copy.

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I opened my mouth and yawned, my eyes were sleepy, and my tone was sleepy because I didn't get enough sleep.

"What's the matter..."

I was so close that I could almost see the fluff on her face, so I couldn't help it, reached out and touched her face under her surprised expression.Then I realized that if I looked like this, if I was calling a beauty, I would look like a disciple in the scriptures.

I lowered my hand and covered my eyes, not wanting to see her sly and regretful expression.It seems like I want to sigh out all the breath in this life, although I think I may sigh all the breath in the next life. "Hey—you tell me."

"Also, get off me. Kill me."

Hearing what I said, she showed a shocked expression, which was also very cute on her face, she pointed to herself, "Could it be that I'm heavy?" I lay flat, looked at the ceiling, my eyes were dull, " No."

She pulled my hands, "Get up." I was pulled up by her, which looked a bit indecent. To use an unreliable metaphor, it was probably like a pig being kicked up by someone.It is said that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, but her pot of hot water is really too hot.

"Did you forget, I'm going to paint a boat today."

My memory was awakened in an instant, and I rubbed my brows, "Is it today? The painting boat has been built." The painting boat was specially built for her. As she gets older, the immaturity of a girl fades away, revealing the charm of a woman Come out, every frown and smile, every move can be painted, with so many styles, it makes people sleepless at night.

"You slept soundly." She propped her face and looked at me who was washing up. "How many times have I told you, don't come to me, you will be told again if someone sees you." I dried my face, picked up the comb, sat in front of the mirror, and combed my hair.What is it called when a master keeps coming to his servants?

She didn't care, "Let them do whatever they want, anyway, they can only talk." She suddenly stepped forward and took my comb, "Compared to this, let me comb your hair .” Before I could refute, she combed my hair little by little, and I didn’t intend to refute.

She drags my hair with one hand, and the comb moves slowly from top to bottom.

Not long after, she put down the comb, "Okay." She looked in the mirror.In front of the beautiful woman is a delicate woman, that is me.

"Sure enough, you look good. It's just that your expression is a bit dull." She put her hands lightly on my shoulders, her eyes were full of joy.I lowered my eyes slightly, "It's better not to be too happy." She curled her lips, "You're always like this."

I stood up, "Okay, let's not talk about this." She looked at me fixedly, as if she wanted to imprint me in her heart.I turned my head to avoid her gaze, "It's still normal, there's nothing to see."

After listening to my words, she looked away.

She walked in front, and I was behind her, watching the golden swing on her head, swaying gently with her steps.She is undoubtedly good-looking, but if she had only an ordinary face, I think I would like her too.After all, no one can tell the truth about this kind of thing.

People always love beautiful things, no matter who they are, they cannot violate this sentence.A beauty is nothing but bones in a blink of an eye, but is there really anyone who can resist human nature?Unless the heavens personally take back the seven emotions and six desires, things like becoming a saint and a Buddha will not be so difficult.

I looked down at the shadow on the ground, it has been a long time...]

Fumeng was lying on the tatami, with a pair of golden eyes staring at the ceiling. He didn't know what he was thinking. He turned his head and looked at the pen placed not far from him. He looked at it for a few seconds and then turned his head back. .The weather is just right, making people want to go out for a walk. A windy summer is different from a windless summer.

The wind blows head-on, Mr. Fumeng closed his eyes and felt it.

The hair was slightly blown, and the startled deer in the courtyard added a bit of silence, and the branches and leaves in the courtyard were luxuriant, and the lush green shade isolated most of the heat, which made the courtyard and the house more shady. It's time to sleep.

The man closed his eyes, put his hands on his abdomen casually, and breathed very gently. At this time, his ears became more sensitive, and he could hear the sound of frightened deer, birds, cicadas, and even catch the wind.The oncoming wind was too gentle, making people drowsy.

Writing is really a labor-intensive thing, especially it is a bit difficult to continue writing articles that have not been touched for a long time.Simply, Floating Dream is not holding the idea of ​​​​quick completion, but grinding it out bit by bit.

Once I think of something related to writing, it seems like I can't stop.

The man bathed in the breeze was in tranquility, thinking, maybe a flat ending is the best.

【Life といえば, ordinary こそ真の means だ.

If we talk about life, ordinary is the true meaning. 】

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感谢在2020-07-0621:56:45~2020-07-0722:44:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 4 bottles of milk jelly;

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