Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

[The moment all the memories flooded up, I woke up from the dream.

Like a person surfacing, staring blankly at the vast sky, all figures disappeared.

The memories of the past are intertwined with the conceived experience. When I lower my eyes, I see a small incense burner, and the dense smoke slowly rises.

Looking out of the window, the verdant bamboo forest swayed its branches and leaves with the wind, and the interlaced sound was like the Sanskrit sound in the sky.It has been a long time since I thought of that woman, a woman like a fairy in Huayue.

"Smoke plume..." Close your eyes, everything is slowly falling like dust, what happened to the ship in your memory?

Ah, just remembered.

After all, she couldn't escape her fate. The gorgeous Longfang caught fire at the moment of its heyday. Under the night, it looked like a blooming red lotus. It was astonishingly beautiful. The smiling woman still walked on a road of no return. On the road, pushing others into the water, but standing on the boat, only left a hot shadow on the retina.

I am close to the water. When I am lazy, I always find a quiet place and watch the water quietly. The monk said it well, I do have the heart of Buddha.

However, in the end, I still have to walk away from the world of mortals.

A girl's voice came from outside the door, soft and glutinous like a dumpling, and because the owner tried hard to keep calm and indifferent, like Xue Mei Niang covered in icing sugar.

"Master Dragon Girl, the fairy outside is here again!"

Shaking his head, let's go out and have a look. 】

Mr. Fumeng put the cap on the pen, and re-examined the story that was written after many years. Some of the original thoughts were not remembered, but, no matter how I said it, it was the end.In this way, it is not considered to live up to the pen in my hand, it is already a very remarkable thing to be able to pick up the pen and continue writing.

"My hand." The man looked at his right hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Looking up and looking outside, the sun was setting, with a bit of sleepy comfort, which made people want to sleep late.God knows how long he struggled with this story.

Stand up, walk to the side where you usually sit, and enjoy the ordinary and extraordinary leisure.Mr. Floating Dream tilted his head, and took out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his inner pocket.He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and wore glasses on his face, giving the man a little more scholarly temperament.

Mr. Floating Dream stared at the sky, emptying his mind.It's hard to say what his mood is like now.When the pen wrote the last full stop, it seemed that something invisible disappeared.It makes people feel a little lost, but this feeling will soon dissipate, because there are new stories waiting.

"I really can't take it easy." Fumeng held a cigarette between her fingers. Although she didn't suffer from backache after sitting at the table for a long time like ordinary humans, she still had psychological pressure.It's just that I probably sat for a long time, and I wanted to sit back again when I was free for a while.

Mr. Floating Dream walked into the room, and the maid with mercury-colored long hair was packing up the completed manuscripts, and the drafts were also sorted out.

"It's over." Crexbe lowered her hands, she didn't know what she was thinking about with her icy mercury eyes, but it was confirmed that her attention at this moment was not completely focused on the manuscript in her hand.

The fact is actually very simple, because this story has been created for more than 100 years from the beginning to the completion, and the characters in the story have their own prototypes. .

"Claire, how long have you been with me?"

Crexbe raised her head, put the teapot in her hand aside, and said the exact number without thinking too much, "It's been 370 years."

More than 300 years, which is almost half the length of a long country's history.The black-haired man sat sideways on the window sill, but turned his head to the window, looking at the sky.The golden pupils merged with the dark blue night, and reflected the silver stars, like a gentle serenade.

The man with half of his body exposed to the light of the moon looked at the night sky, "It's been so long."

Suddenly, the man turned his head, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, "I don't think I've ever written about you." The eyelashes of the silent Mercury Snake trembled, and she looked at the man with those extremely clear, even ice-cold eyes. , "You, want to write about me?"

Mr. Fumeng nodded slightly, yes, he wanted to write about that silvery white mysterious big snake, not only because they had been together for more than 300 years, but also because he witnessed how that little snake worked hard and became a master of the truth. The Mercury Serpent with Destiny.

The mercury-haired maid didn't speak, her body moved and walked to the man.She could feel that the other party's golden pupils were as tolerant as the sky, and as silent as the night sky, he allowed her next actions.

The mercury-colored long hair was like a streamer in the moonlight, and it scattered with the movements of its owner. Finally, Crexbe made a movement that was impossible for more than 300 years. She gently leaned her head on the on the man's leg. "If it's you, it's fine anyway."

This is the tacit understanding between them for more than 300 years.The man stretched out his hand and stroked her head, the cold and smooth hair passed through his fingertips, his movements were gentle, just like a few years ago, he stroked the little snake's head.

"What are you thinking about?"

Mr. Floating Dream's voice interrupted Crexby's memory, she came back to her senses, and shook her head gently, but her posture was a bit hesitant, which was different from her usual unmoving appearance. sharp contrast.But the tacit understanding for a long time still let Fumeng know what she was thinking.

Pressed out the cigarette between his fingers in the ashtray, "It's okay." Fumeng smiled, but unexpectedly there was a convincing smell, and Claire's heart quickly calmed down, and she returned to the previous state. The tranquility of the night.She blinked, and then said: "Sir, I really, really like you very, very, very much." Her tone was very solemn, but she used three verys in a row, which is rational The strongest emotion expressed by the almost terrible mercury snake.

Afterwards, Mr. Floating Dream saw the figure of the Mercury Snake almost running away. Although Cressby's face was still so indifferent, the accelerated pace showed her mood at this time.

"It's really..." Fumeng shook her head, laughing at the action of the mercury-haired maid, everyone was changing, including himself.

Spreading out his palm, Fumeng looked at the three lines on his palm. He had heard a saying that the three lines on his palm were lifeline, relationship line and career line. Many people scoffed at this statement. I didn't take it to heart either.

After all, his life had already stopped at the age of 23.But, now, maybe he can look forward to it?

......

The moment the drug seller opened his eyes, he realized that something had changed. "This feeling." He felt it carefully, and then looked out of the window. Longfang, who was always favored by the night, had his first day unexpectedly.

The sun dyed the clouds into gold, and at the same time, the light golden sunlight fell through the clouds and fell on the boat. Countless people saw the scene for the first time, and their eyes widened.

It's not that I have never seen the sun rise, but that the night boats shuttle at night and will never have daylight. The eternal city that never sleeps is illuminated by lights, fires, and candles.But now, daylight has gone down.

The drug seller opened the door, walked to the railing, narrowed his eyes, his light blue pupils were covered with a layer of golden light, and the two colors were very harmonious.A gust of wind blew by, gently curling up his hair, and he was silent for a long time, until the sun had completely risen before he made a clear voice, "It's over."

The night that had shrouded the treasure ship for more than 100 years finally dissipated.

The vermilion railings under his hands are much brighter than at night, and the whole picture of the treasure ship is finally fully displayed. It is gorgeous and exquisite but majestic and solemn. Just by looking at it with your eyes, you can imagine how beautiful the ship will be after it is completed. The beauty can capture the elegance of an era from every corner.

"He, it's done."

The woman's voice came from the side, and the unique voice was unforgettable. Dan Yan looked at the rising sun and took a deep breath, "At that time, I was thinking, when will this story come out?" Done, what's the ending like?"

The drug seller was silent. If the story was not completed in one go, there would be flaws in the story, but obviously Dan Yan didn't care, she just wanted an ending.

"He's changed. He's become more human than he was before."

Dan Yan looked down, put her palms on the wooden railing, clenched her hands unconsciously, her eyes seemed to be looking at something, and some seemed to be not seeing anything.As if talking to himself, "He is willing to write like this and give me a good ending."

Listening to her words, the drug seller's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and there seemed to be sparkles in his water-blue pupils, but he returned to calm in the end.

The beautiful woman propped her head on her hands, closed her eyes, as if sighing, "Everyone will change, right? But, this is enough." Her red-dyed nails looked like jumping flames, "I I know that my country will become history sooner or later, but it will move forward, so I made a choice." There seemed to be clouds in her black eyes, and she raised her head, revealing an elegant and slender neck.

"So, this has nothing to do with him."

These words were blown away with the wind.

The drug seller watched the other party leave, and once again looked at the world full of sunshine, Natsume Takashi, Toru Toru and Tanuma had to show bright smiles, because the rising sun at this moment is indeed beautiful, with vigorous vitality, which can make people feel happy. The beating heart is a beauty full of vitality.

The past has become the past. From this point of view, this ending is not bad.

[If one day I walk under the sun, I will still be brilliant.

もしいつか日光の下に行くならば, private としてつやがあります. 】

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考试，能把人考死。。欸，我依旧没有考完试，好想回家啊。感谢在2020-07-1722:02:29~2020-07-2619:50:37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 the irrigation nutrient solution: I like to look at the lively 4 bottles of worry-free;

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