Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

Crexby slowly opened the door, revealing a calm-looking teenager standing in front of the door.This is a boy who lives in the neighbor's house next door, his name is Takashi Natsume.

"Master Natsume, good day." The maid with beautiful long mercury-colored hair refracting a silver halo under the light shone at the hem of her skirt and saluted the boy.She stood up and looked at the young man, "Are you here to see Mr.?" Those eyes, the same color as the hair, were like precision machinery, cold, precise, and mechanical.

Natsume Takashi showed a smile on his face, "No, I just saw that you haven't seen each other for a long time, so I came to take a look." Cressbeck nodded, for this gentle young man, this is not a strange thing.only.

"Sir is not here now. I just come to clean regularly." The mercury-haired maid tilted her head slightly, stepped aside, and revealed the stone-paved road behind her, "Would you like to come in and sit down? "No matter when, she is the most observant of etiquette.

The light-haired boy shook his head lightly, his face full of relaxation, "No need, you're fine." Crexby bowed to him, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. is preparing a new book, So I went out." Natsume Takashi naturally knew the identity of a man, he smiled softly, "Well, if it is published, please let me read it." He didn't know that the book he had read before , is unique, only this one.

Hearing his words, there was no fluctuation on the maid's face, and she didn't want to explain at all.She nodded, "I will, as long as you don't dislike it."

After exchanging pleasantries, the two bid farewell to each other.

Crexbe watched the other party leave, and opened her thin lips lightly, "Ezra, Master Natsume seems to have become more confident." He is no longer that gentle and cowardly boy who can only escape, he is still gentle , It's just that there is a little more confidence in that gentleness, and now Natsume is shining like amber.

A silver-white snake poked its head out from her shoulder, spitting out a scarlet snake letter, "Hiss—Clay, the blood of the monster in him has awakened."

Another silver-white snake slowly wrapped around her right hand, "It's that guy's smell, hiss—" Crexby still looked at the direction the boy left, "Master Hua Yangtian? He's always been casual. Wrapped around his right hand, the silver snake named Larry slowly climbed to his arm, "The guy next to him is also a guy who does whatever he wants." Thinking of those two, the mercury snake blinked, "They are not here now. The world. It must have been here a long time ago."

"Who knows if they will come back to visit again? Forget it, let's clean up quickly." Gano Jiala.Another white snake reminded.This advice was unanimously endorsed by the other guys.

the other side.

The drug seller stood in front of the French window, the heavy curtains were half drawn, the sky outside the window was not extremely gloomy, on the contrary, there was a silver-blue crescent moon hanging in the blue sky, the wind and snow looked like a huge The deep sea vortex tightly wrapped the castle.This is a scene that can only appear in people's fantasies or fairy tales, satisfying the imagination of many people.

"Hmm—" There was a voice from the sofa behind him.

The young man with light blond hair turned around and took a few steps towards that side.On the sofa bench, a black-haired man was lying on it, with one leg slightly arched and the other hanging down. A paper product, whether it was a book or a notebook, was spread out to cover his face.Some of the long black hair fell to the carpet.

"What's the matter?" The drug seller stretched out his hand, picked up the book covering Fumeng's face, and glanced at the content casually. It was a collection of poems, and the author didn't know who it was.

Mr. Floating Dream opened his eyes, his silver-gray pupils stared straight at the ceiling above him, and put his hands on his stomach, "A little bit..."

Although it is difficult to say, it can be regarded as the situation that most authors will have.The drug seller knew quite well, "I think it's boring." Slightly got up, put the pillow behind his back, and leaned up comfortably. The man raised his head slightly, revealing a curvaceous neck, and the black hair fell with his movements. Like a spider's silk wrapped around its prey.

Writing is quite a tormenting business.There are a lot of people who write with enthusiasm, but they are often enthusiastic for 3 minutes, and finally nothing happens.This is not a simple matter, on the contrary it is very troublesome.When you have inspiration, if you want to write something outstanding, you not only need inspiration, but also need to consult countless materials, and you need to be logical, just like a lie.

"Am I not suitable for this?" Mr. Fumeng stretched out his hand and touched his body, "Smoke, where do I put it..." Now he is very like those third-rate novelists, except that On the contrary, the abjection on his body has evolved into a decadent beauty.

"Claire doesn't agree with you smoking." The pharmacist closed the book and walked to Fu Meng's side. The other party moved his legs quite consciously, giving him a place to sit.He sat down obediently, lifted the teapot on the table, and poured tea into the cup.

Mr. Floating Dream moved his head and leaned on the back of the slightly tilted sofa bench, "Well, she thinks this is not good for the human body." He paused, "Probably because I left her a A little impressive."

To be honest, that so-called 'deep impression' was not a good one, no, to be precise, it probably caused an immeasurable psychological shadow on the young little snake, and created the relationship between her and her husband from the past to the present. The basis of the current relationship.

Ever since he was able to leave that world, men have entered a stage where they are curious about everything and want to try everything.Although he has already passed the rebellious period, this does not prevent him from trying those weird, even a little unhealthy things.For example, drinking and smoking.

The gold and blue hookahs are extremely light and light, even as handicrafts, they have considerable appreciation value. The gold and blue are like broken stars and the night sky, elegant and agile.

In ancient empires, the shisha was once considered the "dancing princess and snake", and it deserves this charming title.

Roses bloomed one after another on the tip of the tongue, and the soft petals kissed the lips and tongue. The blissful pleasure instantly submerged people's reason, as if they were in the clouds.

The long hair like a crow's feather spread out, like dexterous, entangled snakes, or spiders waiting for their prey, forming a web of silk.The golden pupil is the purest bright yellow, because it makes people dizzy and looks more beautiful, like smelted gold, the best yellow diamond or amber.

Some pale hands were pinching the pipe, and the skin at the end of the eyes was smudged with a small layer of red, from light to deep.

When the young little snake saw it, the other party was like this, with an unmistakable gender, a beauty beyond gender, and the little snake's scales were blown almost the moment they met.

"Sir?" Crexby stepped lightly and lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing the other party accidentally.

In the lingering smoke, the figure of the other party also carried a hint of phantom.People who are so beautiful that they are unreal are like people in legends, if you don't pay attention, they will disappear completely before your eyes.

"Clay..." The slightly deep voice was a little hoarse, inexplicably provocative.

If you put it on someone else, it will definitely be red from head to toe, but for a girl with light color, just like her beautiful long silver hair and pupils like clouds and water, her feelings are like winter. Snow, clean and cold.

A few years later, the mature Mercury Snake blinked lightly, and the same pale eyelashes made her a little more innocent and ignorant of the world.

"Your condition is not good." She who has been unable to speak tactfully for decades pointed out the man's condition straightforwardly.The girl walked to him, sat down on the ground, and looked at the man's face.

The black-haired man pulled out a lazy smile, his voice sounded like a whisper in his sleep, "Oh?" The ending was slightly raised, and he looked sideways at the young girl, he had already foreseen the ending.

Crexbel had a serious face, "You can't go on like this." Before she finished speaking, a pair of beautiful hands fell on her head, and the hands were so gentle that no one could feel it. Doesn't feel overpowering.

The girl who was always serious felt the hands on top of her head rubbing her head, "You're not very old, but you really know how to worry."

"Rebut, I think it is necessary for you to recognize the facts."

Crexby believes that it is very necessary for the other party to cherish his body.This is what she and the professors, teachers and classmates at Adaibiling Observatory learned.In any case, cherish this only one life, because life is a miracle that can make the dead wilderness bloom with flowers.

Among the many classmates who rely on instinct to survive, she was lucky to be selected by one in ten million, and she gained wisdom, which was the beginning of her life and the beginning of a new life.Of course, this does not mean that she will abandon the past, she will not abandon the past, because it is those years that shaped her today and are the cornerstone of her entire being.

The man smiled a little and sat up, "Well, what a good boy." There was no emotion in those eyes, as if he was saying polite words.He is like a patient, sometimes crazy, sometimes rational, sometimes lazy, sometimes gentle, and now he can't control his emotions, even his spirit.

Souls are not divided, but they are not brought together either.The world is colorful and spinning, as if a ballet dancer is standing alone in the center of the stage, surrounded by darkness, only a beam of light above his head, which does not illuminate the world, but separates light from darkness.A pair of invisible hands knead the light and darkness together again, just like a child kneading several colors of plasticine together, the original bright colors are gone, leaving only chaos.

It was his world, not hers.

【まるで白い雪のようだ

As gorgeous as white snow. 】