Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The alluring young man looked at the empty room. He leaned against the door, with a hint of helplessness in his expression, "Again, he ran out." It has been a month since they came to Yokohama, why did they say they came? Why not go back?Because they have discovered that this is not the Yokohama they were in before, but the Yokohama a few years ago on the time axis, that is to say, the current Osamu Dazai has not joined the Armed Detective Agency, that is to say, the current Atsushi Nakajima Has not yet appeared, and, Oda Sakunosuke has not died from Dazai Osamu's memory.

Neither Yato, Xiaofu, nor Tanjiro chose to say goodbye. In fact, they are not people who like to say goodbye, just like the wind, so why restrain themselves?If there is fate, we will meet again, even if we will never see each other again, but those memories do exist, so that is enough.Don't need any extra words, don't need to shed tears and sorrow, just complain softly, hold those joyful, playful memories, and then bless.

The drug seller closed the door and walked down the stairs. This time, his residence was a western-style house with western-style decorations everywhere. Although Fu Meng himself didn't say anything, he could feel that he liked this style.After all, I have seen so many Japanese-style mansions, and it is a good thing to change the taste occasionally.

As for where Fumeng himself is, this is probably quite a strange thing.

The black-haired man held a palm-sized book in one hand, looked down at the words in the book, and shuttled through the streets and alleys.This city has just experienced a bloody dragon battle, and has not yet recovered from the trauma. It can only be said that it barely has its own order, and the creators and maintainers of this order are not the army or the police, but the black... Hand-party, commonly known as the port black-hand-party.

The narrow and gloomy trails are fun, and the red, green, and colorful lights occasionally flash a few times, adding a bit of magic to the night.For Yokohama locals, traveling at night is not a safe thing, so try to avoid traveling at night.What is it like to be able to travel at night?You don't need to think about it all, members of the port mafia, like the darkness, hide deep in the night.

If it is a hero who travels between cities at night and punishes crimes, such a storyline is still very popular in the market. It is a pity that it is not a heroic organization that punishes evil and promotes good, but a gangster that does many evils. Hand-party, the reality is so ironic.

Suddenly, the man stopped in his tracks. He raised his head and looked at the somewhat dark light sign, with small flying insects flying around, "lupin." The man tilted his head, "Is it a bar?" He closed the book, and with one hand It's on his chin. To be honest, he doesn't seem to have been to bars very much, probably because he doesn't like the environment that much.However, he also heard that Oda Sakunosuke, that natural man, mentioned that he, Dazai Osamu, and Sakaguchi Ango would communicate at Lupine Bar.Undeniably, a little curiosity arose in my heart.

So, the man decided to follow his heart's choice, he stretched out his hand and opened the door.

The stairs are down and the bar built in the basement?Fumeng couldn't help but think this way, but it was really interesting.After descending the stairs, there is a bar counter. The wooden bar counter and brown high stools, together with the warm yellow lights, make people feel calm in an instant.Unlike other bars, there is no loud music, loud noise, it is a quite elegant bar.

Walking to the bar and sitting down, the man nodded slightly to the bartender. "Is this the first time for the guest?" The bartender couldn't help asking.From the very moment the man walked in, he had noticed him. Few people would give him such a feeling. The elegance and indifference exuded from the soul, together with that bit of loneliness, formed a unique temperament.Slender and melancholy, like an artist.

It wasn't until the other party looked up that the bartender realized that the other party really had a pair of breathtakingly beautiful eyes, magnificent and rich golden yellow. It can be said that even the yellow diamond with the best color and the highest purity is not as pure as that s color.Looking away in a bit of embarrassment, the bartender still maintains a calm posture. This is a habit developed in the bar for many years, and he will not be too rude no matter what.

"Yes, it's my first time here." The man looked at the bottles of western wine on the wine rack behind the bartender, which were neatly arranged, and seemed to be able to smell the long breath.The bartender turned his head following his gaze, "Then, what do you want to drink? From my point of view, how about Baileys, which is not too recommended?" The man with black hair and golden eyes shook his head, "No need, Just give me a glass of water."

Slender fingers slid across the lines of the bar, and then took out a palm-sized book. He lowered his head and quietly flipped through it.The bartender will not ask why, and will not interfere with each other. This is the best service.Obviously, what the other party needs is a quiet environment.The bartender who looked away suddenly thought that Oda Sakunosuke, who always came here, seemed to want to become a novelist, but the man who came here today seemed to be a novelist.Does this bar have any attraction for novelists?With such wild thoughts, the action of wiping the glass in his hand did not stop at all.

After an unknown amount of time, he saw the man next to him take out a pen with a black case and a little golden pattern. He opened the pen and wrote something on the book.Strange person, the bartender couldn't restrain his curiosity, and asked for the first time, "Excuse me, are you a novelist?" Hearing his question, the man froze for a moment, then lowered his head, "No, I'm just a third-rate writer."

The bartender who satisfied his curiosity nodded and wiped the glass again.

The clock passed two divisions. Finally, the man put away the pen. He glanced at the water in his hand, then picked up the palm-sized book, and left quietly, just like when he came.

The artist-like man who claimed to be a third-rate author would come every two or three days, sometimes with books, sometimes with manuscript paper, always with a slightly melancholy but also a bit cold expression on his face.Although he didn't know what kind of story the other party was writing, the bartender felt that the other party's words should be the same as his own.

Beautiful, magnificent, shining.

Fumeng looked at the golden-yellow-colored liquid quietly lying in the transparent glass that was placed in front of her, emitting a faint light under the light. "This is?" the bartender smiled, "It's a new product I'm trying to make." The man stretched out his hand, held the glass, and looked at the golden liquid with an amber-like luster in his eyes. Taking a sip, the moment the tip of the tongue touched it, I couldn't help but narrow my eyes.

He put down the glass, leaned on the bar with one arm, and supported his face with his hands. His brows and eyes were soft and quiet, like roses in full bloom, butterflies that flickered between light and dark, with a chilling beauty. "It's delicious, what's its name?" The bartender shrugged, "I don't have a name yet, why don't you get it?" This glass of wine was born because of the other party, so it's okay for him to give it a name.

Fu Meng stared at the wine that he had only taken a sip of, thought for a moment, and then said softly: "Third-rate author." He revealed a faint, melancholy and indifferent smile that couldn't be wiped off, like a fog like a dream, "A third-rate author is fine. "

The bartender raised his eyebrows, "It's sure, but it needs to be placed in the hidden wine list. Only regular customers can taste it." Fu Meng looked at it with a smile and suddenly blinked mischievously like a young man The bartender paused, "As long as you like it."

Humans are always so wonderful.

For the first time, the black-haired man drank a glass of wine in this bar.

After finishing the drink, before leaving, he raised his head and said to the bartender, "Next time, please make it for me too." He nodded slightly and left the bar.The door was closed, together with the warm floating light behind him, he looked back at the number plate on the door, Lupine.It is indeed a nice place.Fumeng thought of this, these days, more or less, he can also understand why this bar is loved by Oda Sakunosuke.

His steps gradually receded, and his figure disappeared into the narrow alley.

Not long after, a man with wine-red hair and sand-colored clothes came from the other side.With Oda Sakunosuke's eyesight, he naturally saw the person just now, those golden eyes that glowed even in the dark were really unforgettable.The man who is always called natural by his friends can't help but diverge his thoughts. Could it be that he encountered some monster or elf?

He blinked his eyes, and put that little thought with obvious fantasies behind his head, not to say that he forgot, it's just like this, like the children's favorite secret base when they were young, as expected, he still has to wait until he is alone and has time Time to think about it carefully.Oda Sakunosuke, who aspired to become a novelist, opened the door and walked into the bar named Lupin.

The bartender on the inside of the bar was still wiping the cup in his hand. It was clearly clean and bright enough, but he still couldn't stop his movements.Probably to find something to do for myself?Odasaku sat on the high stool, "Trouble, a glass of distilled wine."

The bartender raised his head suddenly, "There is a new wine, do you want to try it?" Odasaku nodded without hesitation, "Okay, sorry for your trouble." Unlike his other two friends, Odasaku simply It's the type that ordinary people like the most.The bartender put down the glass in his hand and began to mix it in front of the wine-red haired man.

Not long after, the bartender put the mixed wine in front of the man, "Okay, third-rate author."

Odasaku was stunned for a moment, blinking his eyes, the glass of wine in front of him had a beautiful golden color, like the golden color of the endless rice fields in autumn, like the golden color of the rarest yellow diamond in the hands of collectors, like it was buried in the ground For tens of thousands of years, the amber covered with butterflies and dreams resembled the golden eyes he saw like a goblin.

Just, a third-rate author?Is it the name of the wine?Are you still talking about him?Oda Sakunosuke didn't think much, and asked, "Is the third-rate author the name of this glass of wine?" The bartender nodded slightly.

"Really..." Odasaku looked at the glass of wine in front of him, feeling that something special had happened. He picked up the glass, took a sip, and in the next second, he was caught Its taste captured it, "Thank you for the hospitality, it's delicious." In order to strengthen his persuasion, the man nodded very sincerely.Nothing pleases a bartender more than getting compliments on his mix.

The bartender smiled and said: "This is the hidden wine list of our store, only acquaintances can drink it." Oda Saku recalled the taste of the wine, and then quite agreed: "You are right." This is a glass, A fine wine that you want to enjoy in peace, alone, and possess.

Maybe Dazai and Ango will also like it?Let them try it next time.

The man with burgundy hair paused, forget it, let's wait for them to find out by themselves.He raised his hand, and the wine glass covered the corner of his mouth, which was called natural by his friends, an occasional little prank.

[Thank you for your hospitality, third-rate author.

ご Chi Zou 様, third-rate の author. 】