Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The vast majority of people in the world follow the trajectory of fate, have been walking on the trajectory of fate, never deviated, and never thought about how to resist fate.These are ordinary people. They have exhausted all their strength just to live, so how can they think about rebelling against fate?The will and sharpness have long been obliterated by the hardships of life, and the high-spirited youth has long since become the insensitivity of adults. This is the price of growth.

Not surprisingly, people believe that children are the closest thing to the gods.

The man with black hair and golden pupils stood on the ground and looked up at the night sky. The time in the infinite city was confusing. It wasn't until the distorted city collapsed that everyone realized that the moon was already in the sky.

Mr. Fu Meng raised his hand, looked at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, couldn't help squinting his eyes, and said softly: "Today's moon is very beautiful." When people looked at the moon in ancient times, they always pinned their emotions on the moon. On the bright and clear moon, the moon was extremely quiet, exuding a faint light in the night sky.

The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He liked doing this very much, as if he had inhaled all the emotions and desires of the world into his lungs. Those joys, sorrows, pains, good and bad, all seemed to return to his body. He seemed to have become an ordinary person.

"Floating dream, sir?" The boy with reddish hair walked up to the man, and looked at him with a pair of deep red pupils. He seemed to smell a faint smell, like a flower after the rain, "You, what are you missing?" Is it?" He doesn't quite understand what that smell is, although he bears blood and deep hatred, but he is still a child who has not yet grown up.

The half-sized boy's pupils still have a little roundness and tenderness of a child, and his face is full of trust.Fu Meng lowered her eyes, looked at those eyes, and smiled softly, "Probably."

"Probably?" Tanjiro tilted his head, and suddenly his head was held down by a man, who gently rubbed his head with his hand, "Kid, it's better not to worry so much." Fumeng turned around, waved He waved his hand, "I'll go first." Regardless of the fact that the remaining pillars didn't know the way, they disappeared in front of them before they could stop them.

The previous battle was like yesterday's dream, because it was too easy.

The pure white light of the knife pierced the sky and set off a huge storm. When you open your eyes, you can find that everything is over.The nightmare that lingered above the heads of humans finally disappeared, and for a while, it really didn't feel real.Kanroji Mitsuri looked at the moon in the sky, "This is the end." She repeated in a low voice, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she showed a beautiful smile, "Mr. Iguro! Everyone! It's over! "

Hu Die suppressed a laugh, "Yes, everything is over."

If it is said that the existence of Onimai Tsuji was an accidental mistake made by the gods, then the gods have already corrected this mistake.However, everyone in the ghost killing team did not believe in the existence of gods. It was just this belief that disappeared a lot when they saw monsters, and disappeared when they saw Mr. Floating Dream. Although the other party didn't say anything, a certain Yes, they think it must be for the gods.

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The drug seller raised his head from the writing in his hand, a smile flashed across his light blue pupils, "I'm back." He tidied up the papers on the table, got up and walked out.

The man standing in the middle of the courtyard looked at the golden butterfly flying towards the night sky from his side. The falling phosphor powder was shining. At this moment, a snowflake-like golden butterfly fluttered its wings and flew from all directions. The man with black hair and golden eyes At the very center, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and countless streams of light flashed across his golden pupils.As if he felt that someone was watching him, the man turned his head amidst thousands of lights, looked at the man standing under the eaves with light golden hair and water-colored pupils, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I'm back."

The slender eyelashes of the drug seller slightly closed, "Yes, come in for a cup of tea?" He turned sideways, looking at the man in the courtyard.Mr. Fumeng came out from the center of the light, looked up at the other party slightly, "Then I will trouble you."

No matter what, he will never lose this fight.

He doesn't care about those crazy, silent, ferocious, and beautiful things. All he wants is one thing, and for that thing, he can give anything.Looking at the manuscript papers that had been carefully sorted out and placed on the low table, Mr. Floating Dream sat down beside him, holding hot tea in his hand, he twisted the flower-shaped refreshments on the table, his golden eyes narrowed, " Do you seem to like watching these things?"

The corners of the drug seller's mouth turned up slightly, "Write it out, isn't it for people to read." He really likes reading books, not only because they are elegant or gorgeous, plain or sharp, but also because they are hand-held. They are fearless and full of courage when they write. They use the pen as a sword, either to create a world, or to expose the truth to the world. No matter good or bad, from the moment they pick up the pen, there is a spirit in their hearts. body fall.

Taking a sip of the tea in the cup, the drug seller asked, "What kind of story do you want to write next?" The eyes of the man who supported his head drooped, as if he was thinking about something, or because he was sleepy, About to fall into sleep, finally, after a long silence, he moved, only to hear him whisper: "Probably, a story about the gods."

Hearing his words, the flirtatious young man was a little surprised, but as if he expected it, he lowered his head, and the light golden hair drooped by his ears, "Really." God has always been a strange attitude.Although the drug seller was unwilling to explore too much, such a strange attitude still had an impact on the man after all.

Fumeng looked at the opened door and saw straight into the courtyard.The previous golden, dream-like scene has disappeared, only the occasional flashes of golden light still indicate the strange scene that happened before.

The man propped his head up, the moonlight gently falling.

"How long have we known each other?"

This problem is not simple, because ordinary time cannot be used between them.The distorted timeline is wrapped around the two of them, or in other words, the threads on the two of them are tied to each other's body in a mess, making it impossible to tell each other apart.The drug seller remembered the scene when he first saw him, the blooming flowers, the man surrounded by flowers, his golden eyes with a smile, leisurely like a fairy in a story, chic and free.

Mr. Floating Dream spread out his hands, as if he wanted to catch the moonlight here, his voice was flat, "After that, do you have any plans?"

The drug seller tilted his head, "Me?" He didn't think for too long before he answered, "Probably, it will be the same as before, right." Fu Meng chuckled, "It's the same as before, is it... ..." His voice gradually lowered, and something was involved in his stomach, "I probably will be the same as before." It's not that he loves literature so much, nor that he has What an emphasis on literature.Just naturally, it has become an indispensable thing in life.

It is more because of the meaning behind it.It was something ordinary and free.Although many people don't understand what is so good about being ordinary, in Fumeng's view, it is indeed the best thing.He just wants to live his life quietly and write his own words in a certain place, and just this is enough to satisfy him.

What artists pursue is the ultimate beauty.What the literati pursue is pure writing.

But he is not, he is not a talented person, he just picked up the pen and never put it down.

The black-haired man laughed, his beautiful appearance was always hidden in the spells, but now he showed it unreservedly. He untied the hair tied behind his head, "Then, good night." The voice was soft It seemed that a gust of wind would blow it away, and Yuehua dropped white frost on the ground.

The alluring young man suddenly grabbed the man who was about to leave. "What's wrong?" Mr. Fumeng tilted his head, his long hair like crow feathers slipped from his shoulders.With his back to the moonlight, his eyes stood out.

He has always known that Fumeng has a pair of very beautiful eyes, pure and shining, just looking at those eyes, desire will arise in the heart, and shame will arise in the desire, like the sun that cannot be looked directly at, will All shadows are illuminated, and evil has nowhere to hide, but this is obviously very different from Floating Dream's job.

The young man with light blond hair slightly exerted his arms and pulled the man in front of him. His aqua blue pupils and golden eyes reflected the man's figure, and the distance was so close that he could feel the man's warm breath.The drug seller stretched out his hand and gently held the other person's face. The drooping eyes and light golden hair made people feel dazed for a while, because they were too gentle.

Even though his face was painted with coquettish makeup, but at this moment, he showed considerable strength. The young man approached the other party's ear, with a faint smile in his water-colored eyes, "Good night."

【Good night.The moonlight is so beautiful today.

おやすみなさい.Today is は月が仙丽です. 】