Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

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Ah, at that moment, I was like an old man who finally woke up from a century-old dream, and the world became clear and strange.

I stared blankly at the person in the mirror, the mist that had been covering my mind gradually dissipated, the face of that person was very familiar, the mouth was bitter, and there was a name condensed in my chest, after a while, I spit out that name.

"Smoke plume..."

The face of the beautiful woman overlapped with the person from the past, she finally turned her head looking out of the window, a pair of clear black pupils truly reflected my shadow for the first time, I saw a little surprise and happiness in her eyes.

She said, "How do you know my name?"

Those eyes are like a clear spring without any turbidity. Anyone can see that she is really puzzled. She opened her mouth. I lowered my head and turned back into a dull guy. The window screen was blown by the wind, along with her hair , "Just call it casually."

Now, what can I do?Now she is longing and curious about the outside world, but I know that even if she spends her life, she will not be able to step out.

This ship is her cage, and it is also my cage.

Back then, gold was broken like snow, fish and dragons danced, and the sky was bright, but now, there are singing and dancing here every night, but I can never go back.

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Mr. Fu Meng put down his pen, now it is the eclipse of the moon, and there is a lit candlestick on the table.When everyone is using electric lights and enjoying the convenience brought by the technological development of the times, only men still follow this ancient way of life.It's not that the era of electricity is bad, it's just that sometimes, people need the atmosphere of the past, ancient and romantic.

A man has a study, or a small library. He puts books in many places, but there is always only one room called the study. When the study becomes bigger, it will be the reading room, or collection of books. museum.Whatever it is called, the most important thing is that it is full of books.

Many times, men would stay in this library for a whole day.It's not that he hasn't read the book inside, but every time he reopens it, he will enter that world again, the world in the book.

Many people think that immersing themselves in fictional stories is escapism and immature behavior.Mr. Fumeng didn't feel that there was anything to be criticized, and being immersed in the story didn't explain anything.It has nothing to do with escapism, and it has nothing to do with immaturity.There is no law that says it is against the law to immerse yourself in books, immerse yourself in fictional stories, or in other words, immerse yourself in so-called 'daydreams'.

A person should have the right to choose by himself, and a person should have his own dream, free from any ridicule.

So what if it cannot be realized, the reason why a dream is a dream is because it is the expectation for the future, the expectation for happiness, the expectation for life, and the expectation for yourself.If you have the heart to dream like this, you will be much happier in your life than those who have no dreams in your heart.

Each book tells a story, actually it is about a person's life, or a group of people's life.

Mr. Floating Dream came to this library again, the candlelight was beating quietly, and the wooden bookshelves exuded an ancient smell.A book is arranged in order, and some books are stacked on the floor, which is covered with a rug, and there is a sofa and a small table.

His fingers slid across the spine of the book, and finally he picked up a book from a stack of books.

This is a picture book.

The man was never picky about the type of book. He opened the book and turned to the first page. The style of the fairy tale and the story of the fairy tale did not seem to match the image of Mr. Floating Dream, but no one would care about such things.Many times, many things do not need a reason, and there is no reason.

"I believe that every flower in the garden is edible, just as every star in the sky is candy."

A man's voice sounded in the library, the pages of the book were turned, and the story continued.

"But most people think I'm a fool."

On the page of the book is a fox sitting on a hill looking at the stars in the sky. Its fiery red fur looks like autumn maple leaves and its big and fluffy tail makes people want to reach out and touch it.

Every time I flip through the picture book, I feel that my mind is suddenly quiet.

"But what does it matter? What matters is that I believe."

Some faint voices echoed in the small room, under the dim yellow candlelight, Floating Dream's face was extremely gentle, the golden pupils were not as sharp as in the daytime, like melted honey, with a hint of sweetness, Softened the temperament of the whole person.

"So, one day, a star fell."

A pale yellow star fell from the dark blue sky, dragging its long tail, and the little fox chased the star while looking up at the sky.

"I walked through the forest."

The dense forest looks very mysterious in the night, and the little fox with fiery red fur shuttles among the tall trees.The owl stands on the branch and looks at the little fox running on the ground.

"Crossing the river."

The rushing river seems to flow from one side of the sky to the other side of the sky.The little fox looked at the running river curiously, as if it never stopped.

"Meet a lake full of stars."

A little fox with fur like a maple leaf squatted by the lake, looking down at the water.Silver stars twinkle and float in the lake, as if you can hold a handful of lake water with stars in your hand.

"Saw the golden sun."

A golden sun rose from the sky, and the sky was magnificent, half golden red and half dark blue.

"Although the trail of the stars has also been lost."

The little fox flipped through the rocks, trying to find the stars hidden underneath.The golden star hid quietly, revealing a little bit, hiding among the leaves, looking at the little fox.

"I found it anyway."

The little red fox caught the traces of the stars, and the stars wrapped in a faint golden light left behind faint traces that shone along the way, like some kind of scattered gold powder.

"Finally, I caught it on the snow mountain."

In the white snow, there is a little fox with fiery red fur that is particularly eye-catching. In front of it is a star.

"It was crying very sad because it wanted to go back to the sky."

Mr. Floating Dream raised his head, and the maid with mercury-colored long hair was holding the plate and looking at him quietly. "Good evening, sir."

"Good evening, Claire."

Crexbe came over with elegant and skillful movements, "It's so late, why don't you go to bed?" Mr. Floating Dream smiled while holding a night drink that obviously contained too much milk than coffee.He leaned on the sofa, "Well, I'll go to sleep later."

He gestured to the cup in his hand, "Finish this cup." Crexby did not express any views or opinions. Sometimes they got along like family members, sometimes like friends, and sometimes like master and servant.Slowly stirring the liquid in the cup so that the milk and coffee could better blend together, Cressby stopped and took a sip, narrowing her mercury-colored eyes.

"Sir, what is that picture book?"

Mr. Fumeng looked at the picture book on his lap, and he closed the book with a slight smile on his lips, "Yes, I saw the picture book a long time ago, but I didn't expect to keep it."

Crexbel looked away, "That's right, people always like to recall the past, find out the things from the past and look at them again." Even she has this habit.Fumeng put the picture book aside, "After all, I'm old, I'm old, I always like to recall the past."

Two young-looking people sat on the sofa, but the temperament around them could be seen a bit of vicissitudes and antiquity that did not match their peers.

Putting down the cup, Mr. Floating Dream said softly, "Good night, Claire."

The maid with mercury-colored long hair stood up and watched him leave, "Good night, sir." Now only the maid was left in the room full of books. Lightly picked it up, then blew out the flame, and the room darkened.A ray of silvery moonlight shone through the window.

Crexby walked to the window, bathed in the moonlight, "May you have a good dream."

The story is finally coming to an end.

"Tomorrow will probably be a fine day."

Thinking of this, the maid left the library with the extinguished lamp in hand. The moment the door closed, everything returned to tranquility.

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When Natsume Takashi opened his eyes, it was still dark, and there was no sunlight coming in. There was no day here, only night, and only the carnival throughout the night.Natsume smiled wryly, if he stayed here for a long time, the time must have passed in a mess.

However, this is probably the case, so my husband will let them come and play.

Thinking of this, Kaname Tanuma also woke up, he yawned, and subconsciously asked what time it was, Natsume Takashi took out his phone, "Let's say it's six o'clock in the morning."

Tanuma first looked at the surrounding environment, walked to the window barefoot, and looked at the sky.The moon hangs in the night sky, the stars are twinkling, and there are still singing and dancing below.With a sudden jolt, Tanuma was about to wake up completely. "Six o'clock..." He scratched his head, although he knew that the world of monsters didn't play cards according to common sense, but this was a bit beyond common sense.

Natsume Takashi didn't make much fuss, after all, he has already accepted a greater test, and now he is able to face this situation without changing his face.

"There is no sunrise here, a city that never sleeps forever."

Tanuma was about to look up at the moon, and suddenly said, "Natsume, do you feel that the moon in the sky is a bit fake? Ah, no, anyway, it's a bit strange."

Natsume Takashi raised his head, and Tanuma wanted to look at the bright moon together, the eternal city that never sleeps, the eternal all-night carnival, it seemed extremely lively, but in fact, everyone was at a loss and extremely lonely.

Here, it is not a carnival of a group of people at all, but a group of people's loneliness.

[This is a gorgeous cage.

これは华やかな那人の问である. 】

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I just finished the exam today, and I got a result in one of them. It's really...

It's okay, otherwise it would be a psychological trauma, and it's really a bit unlucky recently, losing money.

还有两门TT感谢在2020-07-0822:55:20~2020-07-1722:02:29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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of ghost ball;

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