Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

[All the above-mentioned fights are just my personal remarks. Whether you believe it or not, it doesn't matter. If it can trigger a little thinking, that would be great.However, after talking so much nonsense, we must also enter the topic.

What does God's day look like?

ordinary.

Perhaps this answer will make people feel slack. I always say that it is ordinary, which is very different from the life I imagined, but it is the truth.Occasionally it will be fresh, but when it becomes ordinary occasionally, everything becomes ordinary.Moreover, from my point of view, it might as well be a little more comfortable, a little more selfish, a little more free.

What other gods are like I don't know, but my day is monotonous.

Just like what I am doing now, observing, recording, then thinking, then observing, and this reciprocating cycle is my job.It's a rather boring job, but I enjoy it and enjoy it.The other gods thought I was a bit weird, and I actually thought so too.Human beings are well aware of their own weakness, no matter how arrogant they are, they will learn knowledge, but these so-called gods are different.In my opinion, they are not even as good as humans.Being born with knowledge is not the end of everything, not to mention that there are many things in the world that seem to be understood but actually do not understand. Will do things ah. 】

Yato was sitting in front of the low table, and the door opposite was opened, revealing a world filled with flowers and plants. His sky-blue pupils turned slightly, and his heart was beating in his chest. At this moment, he had an untimely thought that his own heart would also be beating. ?It was obviously a trivial matter, and he didn't pay attention to it at all, but now his ears seemed to be full of beatings, calm and peaceful.

another room.

The blond shikigami who was flipping through the book raised his head, "Is it okay?" Of course, the word "don't matter" refers not to the boy, but to the other side of the Shikigami.Fumeng flipped through the album, with a face cloth on his face, making it hard to believe that he was admiring the paintings in the album, and even doubting whether he could see them, but the fact was that he could see them, and he was indeed admiring the paintings. "It's okay." His tone was extremely casual, and he didn't care at all about the collapse of the concept in the mind of the young Fujin God.

"Sooner or later, he will experience things that are ten thousand times more painful than now. If he is not strong now, how will he face those things in the future?" Fu Meng looked at the painting in front of him. Jumping up and down, it seemed to light up the room.The black-haired boy Kami blinked and tilted his head, "Suddenly, I really want to eat udon noodles." Udon noodles have nothing to do with sunflowers, he just thought of it suddenly, although Shikigami can also make it, but today he Suddenly, I want to eat food made by humans.

Fumeng’s personality is not the kind of person who would just sit in the kitchen and study delicious food. He is the type who is only responsible for eating. Even if he had cooking experience in his life a long time ago, after so long, he has long forgotten up.As for the medicine seller, he is better at making medicated food than cooking. Although he can eat it, he can’t take it every day. After all, there is a saying that medicine is three-point poisonous. It will feel weird.

Therefore, since both of them are not good at cooking, this task naturally fell on the God of Misfortune, after all, the other party has lived alone for a long time.

The black-haired boy pondered for a while, "I always feel that this is not a good way to do it." He clapped his hands, "Call Kami Yato." Saying this, he stood up and walked towards the other party .

If you are sad, there is nothing that cannot be solved by one meal, and if there is, then two meals.

Yato, who was directly pulled out to eat udon noodles, was still a little dazed. The three non-humans stood on the street, trying to find a udon restaurant with the best reviews.After an unknown amount of time, Yato sighed, "I'm here to work as a coolie for you?" As he said this, he was flipping through a gourmet magazine, surrounded by a double-faced god who was doing nothing, and Shiki who was addicted to the library. god.All the labor fell on his head.

Fu Jinshen wiped his face, "I found it, I found it." He put the book back, "Really, if you want to eat, you can find it yourself." Although he was complaining, he didn't realize that the black hair covering his brow The sadness has dissipated.

The three of them walked in the direction indicated in the magazine, gradually moved away from the bustling streets, and came to the alleys, some hidden alleys, with the old and vicissitudes of the old city. It didn't take long before they came to a family hanging In front of the small store with lanterns, "Is this here?" Fumeng looked at the old store. Although it was not as bright and beautiful as those on the bustling street, it was full of life and time, and he didn't hate it.

After entering the door and sitting down, they realized that there were only three of them in this store. Although it was said that the place was remote, it was really unexpected that there were so few of them.The old man who came out of the kitchen had a pair of cloudy eyes, his old skin was loose and drooping, and his body exuded a rotten breath, but he laughed when he saw three people, "What do you want to eat?"

None of the three were talkative, so after ordering udon noodles, they waited in peace.

What Fumeng saw was not a simple scene, but a mass of flames in the darkness, emitting a faint but firm light, although the light seemed to disappear at any time.That is the fire of the human soul, a beautiful, moving flame.

The black-haired god raised the corners of his mouth. He has more complicated senses for human beings. He can't say he hates it, but he really can't say he likes it, but no one hates beautiful things.In his eyes, the fallen leaves and petals are beautiful, the innocent smiles of children are beautiful, the stars, the moon, the sun are beautiful, and the old people who support each other are beautiful.The world has two sides, and human nature also has two sides, but even so, he hopes to show more of the good side.Therefore, from this level, he can barely be regarded as a righteous god.

"What are you looking at?" Yato asked a little puzzled, the other party tilted his head, obviously through the face cloth and the wall, but it gave the impression that he was looking at something.

"Fire." Fu Meng said softly.Hearing his answer, Futsushen showed an incomprehensible expression, "Fire? Where is the fire?" No one, no matter how insane they are, would yell out such nonsense, let alone Yato is not a neurotic. Super thick ass, he's pretty sensitive.Hidden under the usually inconspicuous appearance, the sensitive heart is gentle and calm.

The young man with light blond hair also turned his head sideways, and a gleam of understanding flashed in his water-colored pupils. Although this was not his ability, but because the other party shared the ability with him, he also saw the scenery that the other party saw, swaying, almost A flame that will be extinguished, but it is indeed extremely beautiful. It is a unique and gorgeous flame that belongs to human beings.

The black-haired young god snorted softly, "You can't see it." The other party is the God of War, the God of Misfortune, and has nothing to do with this kind of function that can see through people's hearts and essences. No matter how much Yato opened his eyes, he tried to see them He couldn't see the scene in his mouth at all. When the old man came out with udon noodles, he asked suspiciously, "This one, guest?"

Ye Dou was shocked, "Ah, it's okay, just, I just feel that there are a little few people here, haha." He laughed dryly, and then closed his mouth. Now he doubts whether the food magazine he read is reliable or not.

On the contrary, the old man was quite open-minded, "Ah, because we won't do it tomorrow."

Yeto paused when he picked up the chopsticks, "Don't do it?" The old man seemed to want to have a chat, so he sat down beside him, "Because I'm too old, my body is failing." He smiled, He is quite satisfied with being able to live a stable and healthy life without being disturbed by illness or other accidents.He looked at the wall on one side, there were many photos hanging on it, his eyes were full of nostalgia and relief.

This is a story about him, his father's generation, his children's generation, several generations, but now we have to say goodbye.

"Noodles, it's delicious." Putting down the chopsticks, the black-haired young god said to the old man who was clearing the table, and got a very proud smile from the other party, "Thank you for your patronage!"

[Every story will end.

それぞれの纪录は、终わる。 】