Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

Chapter 116 "One Day Named God"

[With the development of time, something called 'science' gradually emerged, and finally 'science' replaced 'God'.

People's prayers to the gods in the temple halls are only out of self-spiritual comfort. It is impossible to say how much they believe in the existence of gods.Whether it is people's subconscious or the human government's attitude towards the so-called "gods", it is more like a mascot and representative that has lived for a long time, or that has existed for a long time.What's more, some people regard it as a story and spread it in their mouths.

Perhaps people still have awe of God in their hearts, but they believe in science more.It is obviously something that has only been developed for a few hundred years, but it can force people's spirits from the bondage of gods.However, it is precisely because of this that the world is what it is today.

--'god'. 】

The young man with light blond hair walked into the study room, and the beginning of the story was written on the manuscript paper spread on the table. He saw the ashtray on the side, and the cigarette in it was not smoked, and it was dimmed, probably because Not long after the owner left, there was still sparks on his head, and the black pen and notebook that were always carried by men disappeared.

Based on the appearance of the other party wearing a yukata and wearing a hat, he probably went out to gather.

The drug seller with a judgment in his heart avoided the other party's desk, where it was the other party's domain, even if he would not be reprimanded if he touched it, he would never touch it, and it was they who kept the space between each other. Default principle.

Sitting on the edge of the room outside the room with tea in hand, the young man passed the time with the tea in his hand.There are no monsters or people to rescue, he is quite free, but this does not make him feel bored, on the contrary, he is quite happy with it.

Peach blossoms in March, the spring warbler sings.

It was only before I discovered that the place where I live now, the garden is not planted with cherry blossoms, but peach blossoms.Although it is also pink, it is still different from cherry blossoms. The medicine seller narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spring breeze after the cold winter was blowing towards his face. It was only a week since the last time he felt the wind, but the garden was already full of spring.

The mansion is very big, it is a little too big for him and Fu Meng, so it looks quite empty.Having said that, it doesn't mean that they like to be noisy, it's just that there are noises around them, and occasionally they feel that they are in the world.

The wind blows, causing the peach petals to fall like rain. There is a poem in the Tang Dynasty, which is called "Luohong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."At this time, it couldn't be more appropriate.The orange cat flicked its tail and walked over slowly, probably tired of playing the game of catching petals. In contrast, it prefers to stay in the sun, or to sleep comfortably by the person who makes it feel at ease .It easily jumped onto the drug seller's legs, stepped on it with its paws as if massaging, and after turning around a few times, it chose a comfortable posture and position, and then lazily climbed down.At this time, the alluring young man felt that there was a small heater lying on his lap, and the warmth emanating from the cat's body, as well as the temperature brought by the sun-baked fur, together with the scenery in front of him, made people dizzy sleep.

Sometimes, quietness is a kind of quietness full of vitality, not too depressing. The young man sleeping in the light and flowers of the spring day dreams of the first meeting in the true sense after a long absence, without those confusing and unclear timeline.

spring day.

The running water is ding-dong, and the stones and pebbles laid below can be seen at the bottom of the clear water. Large and small pebbles lie under the water. After being irradiated by the sun, they will also bring a warm temperature to themselves. Common fish in the wild are swinging. Although their own tail fins do not have the beautiful appearance of goldfish, they are quite cute. They poke their heads out of the water occasionally, and then retract quickly.

The green in the forest is full of verdant verdure. Just looking at it with your eyes will make you feel better unconsciously.

The young man with light blond hair carried a medicine box on his back and walked step by step on the land full of vitality. At some point, a dilapidated torii gate appeared in front of him. The gorgeous appearance of vermilion had already faded under the sun and rain erosion. Moss has grown on the steps and the patron saint next to it, and it looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

However, it is precisely because of this dilapidation and vitality that it attracts the young man, and he also wants to take a break and visit the gods here by the way.

In the eyes of many people, the young man who called himself a drug seller was more like a charlatan with a handsome face. As much as women were fascinated by his appearance, men hated him as much.After all, showing your superiority to females is something that is ingrained in the bones of male creatures.Even though human beings claim to be much higher than ignorant animals, their essence is still animals.

The young man sighed, his sharp ears were different from those of humans, which contradicted his claim to be human, but few people cared.What's more, for himself, his position is not actually human.

The clogs stepped on the stone platform, making a sound that was not clear, because the presence of moss slowed down the sound.The steps are not like other shrines, which can accommodate five or six people or more in parallel. Although the steps are not narrow, they are not very wide either. It can be seen that the shrine above must also be a small shrine.But the young man didn't care about these things, he walked up step by step, and with the change of the scenery in front of him, he finally stepped on the last stone step.

There is also green on the dilapidated wood, and the shrine hidden in the forest is extremely dilapidated, and it can be called a good sentence just by standing.However, that is not the most attractive.

The young man's water-colored pupils turned slightly, and then stood straight. He looked up at the person sitting on the eaves. He was between a young man and a young man, making people unable to tell his age. , with a hammer in one hand, and a fist resting on his chin with the other, his expression was full of bewilderment and confusion.Her long black hair was blown by the wind, and her golden pupils shone faintly.

Although he may not have noticed it himself, he is indeed shining.

The young man seemed to have finally come to his senses, he raised the corners of his lips, walked over, raised his head and asked, "Would you like me to help?"

The other party turned their heads and looked at each other like this through the dilapidated eaves.The other party looked at him carefully, and the expression on his face changed, "Ah, it's you." Obviously he was deeply impressed by the person who asked him to write. Jumping down, the wide sleeves turned into the wings of a bird at that moment, "This time, can you introduce yourself well?"

The young man showed a sorry expression with a hidden smile, his light blue pupils were like the clear sky above his head, "Even if you say so, I'm just a drug seller." The man with golden pupils turned his head and accepted it. After all, the other party didn't want to say it, so he couldn't force it.He watched himself hesitate for a long time, but the eaves were still not repaired, and he still held a hammer in his hand.

As if they had been together for a long time and had done thousands of times, the black-haired man threw his arm down, "Since I said I want to help, I'll trouble you to fix the roof." Looking at the hammer in front of him, the young man felt helpless. Smiling, at this time, after confirmation, he finally confirmed that the person in front of him had an appearance between a teenager and a teenager, and he was more of a teenager. The reason why he would give people the illusion of an adult male was entirely because of the other person's appearance. momentum.

Naturally, he took the hammer from the opponent's hand, "So, do you want to take a break?" The young man obviously remembered how he was before, and he turned his head away, "I'll go, make some tea."

His long black hair and wide robe fluttered up and down because of his movements, but he could vaguely see the unrest in his heart from his slightly faster footsteps.The young man looked at the hammer in his hand, then at the eaves that were much higher than him, and looked around again and again, but he didn't see anything named □□ or something similar.In the end, the drug seller had to admit that the other party didn't need that kind of thing.

When the young man came over with tea, what he saw was not the young man working hard on the eaves, but the young man sitting under the eaves enjoying the cool air in a rather leisurely manner.There was a bit of subtle emotion in the golden eyes, "Why don't you mend the house?" To be honest, the condition of the shrine is really not good, the roof is broken, and even the paper door has been destroyed , if this house is to be used as a temporary lodging place, a big upheaval is inevitable.

The young man took the tea brought by the other party quite naturally, and took a sip, "You don't think, I can jump on it directly." His mouth was not a sentence with a questioning tone, but an extremely positive one. The tone and the firm attitude made the young man raise his eyebrows, and he turned his head, "Ah, this." Although he now calls himself a literati author and even has a pen name of "Floating Dream", but to some extent , he has been out of touch with the ordinary world for too long, so long that he is about to forget what 'ordinary' is.

"Tsk, I see." Fumeng turned his head, he could see the clear sky above his head, as if he had thought of something, he walked into the room, pulled out a small table, and put the teapot and cups on the table , "After drinking this cup of tea, go repair the roof." The young man took out a box of food boxes that looked quite expensive from the dilapidated room, he put the box on the table, and opened the lid with both hands, revealing the refreshments inside. , the exquisite and lovely refreshments are placed in small grids, making people look like they can't help but feel better.

'Drink this cup of tea' means 'after drinking tea, eating refreshments, resting, and going to work'.The young man obviously understood what the young man meant, and he watched the young man pick out a piece of white dumpling from the small grid, dotted with a little fresh green, which looked extremely cute.

Fumeng took a bite of the dumpling lightly, the red bean paste in it tasted sweet on the tip of the tongue, the boy couldn't help squinting his eyes, which made his temperament more immature, quite in line with his current appearance.

"Heh." The young man beside him let out a chuckle without any hint of sarcasm, Fumeng turned his head with the dumpling in his mouth, and there was still a little confusion in his golden pupils.The man with light blond hair put one hand on the table, propped his head up, the corners of his lips curled up, and his water-blue pupils were full of smiles. "What's so funny." Fu Meng was about to turn her head away when she was suddenly held down.The young man's fingers smelled a bit of vegetation, which probably has something to do with his occupation. His force was very light, and his slender and thick eyelashes moved gently, "Don't move." His fingers curled up, and gently scraped off The red bean paste stuck to the boy's mouth.

Fumeng watched as he withdrew his hand and stuffed the remaining dumpling into his mouth, his long black hair covered his reddened ears.He drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, "I'm going to repair the door. I put it over there for you." The hurried young man disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only the drug seller and the wind blowing.The hair on his forehead was blown, and the young man slowly drank the tea in the cup, and closed the lid again. After doing this, he picked up the hammer that was put aside, and walked towards what Fumeng said before. □□ position.

The young man at the back of the house was a little worried looking at the pile of things on the ground. For him, he had never done such things as repairing the house and repairing the door. He could only learn from his previous memory and the knowledge he occasionally read in books. , to find what could barely be called a patch.

The boy picked up the pasting paper and pursed his lips.

[An ordinary day named God.

神というOrdinary day. 】

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