Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

Yokohama is only a small place on the map, but if the map is enlarged, it will be bigger. It can be said that Yokohama is small and big.But it is quite difficult to find someone in Yokohama. Although he will not look for it specifically, Oda Sakunosuke will still occasionally be lost in the doorway of the bar.Could it be that he hopes to meet that fairy-like young man again?Maybe I want to communicate with the other party, about writing, about novels, about heart.In short, there are still many things in his belly that he wants to say to him.

I learned from the bartender that the other party has not been here recently. As for the reason, there are various possibilities, maybe there is something wrong, maybe he went to other places to collect materials, that person is like a gust of wind, like A dream, everyone knew that he was there, but no one could catch it.

The man with wine-red hair arched his back slightly, his brows looked a little tired, he sighed, and opened his mouth to the bartender: "Trouble, a book of distilled liquor." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, as if thinking wearing something.Just in the corner of his eyes, the shiny black hair under the light lifted and fell, together with the breath of cold snow.

As if being hit by something suddenly, Oda Sakunosuke trembled, he turned his head slowly but with impatience and urgency, and saw the man who had only appeared a few times.The western-style cloak and the black kimono are strangely blended together. It's not weird for a man, but quite suitable.This time, Odasaku, who had completely seen the whole picture of the other party, was stunned, his black hair was bundled up behind him, his golden pupils were like golden gemstones under the sun, and like a kaleidoscope, with countless colors.

Oda Sakunosuke had countless words at that moment, but seemed speechless.In the end, he just picked up the wine glass and drank the distilled wine in silence.The ice puck collided with the glass, making a crisp sound.

Obviously there was such a desire to confide before, but when I really saw the other party, I realized that everything was not important anymore.Because, when he saw the other person's eyes, he had already got the answer.Everyone has an answer in their hearts, maybe it is not clear yet, but in any case, they can only explore the answer by themselves.Suddenly, Oda Saku thought again, which changed the turning point of his life.

What was his mood when he saw that book?Knowing from other people's mouths that the second volume of that book was very badly written, when I read it anyway, what was my mood at that time?It was indeed a well-written novel.The burgundy-haired man suddenly raised his glass and drank what was in it in one gulp. There was light in his gray-blue pupils. He moved his fingers, and he would find the answers bit by bit by himself.

There was never a conversation, or even eye contact, but there was a very unique aura between the two of them.

Fumeng was still looking at the manuscript in front of her, holding a pen in her hand like a handicraft.He tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and opened the cap of the pen.

[With the development of science and technology, the originally perceptual words have gradually been able to be explained scientifically.I am not denying science. In fact, looking at human development, science is undoubtedly promoting the progress of human society.However, this does not mean that I am willing to use those cold terms to explain emotional words.If the heart is just an organ to maintain life activities, if love is just the so-called pheromone, then, wouldn't it be too sad for human beings to exist like this?

Maybe I'm too stubborn, say I'm a romanticist or an idealist, but in my opinion, those joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows, love and hate are just described by the secretions of the cerebral cortex. An unforgivable thing.I also know that my own statement is not tenable at all, but I still will not change my statement.Science is good no matter what.However, the most important thing about a person, or being a person, is the heart that maintains being a person.

In ancient times, science had not yet sprouted, how did people explain heart and love?

If everything is attributed to human physiological activities just because of the development of the times and the progress of science, what will the future world look like?Is love just a cheap commodity that can be sold?Is that kind of love really the same as what we say now and what the ancients said?It's like a low-quality artificial essence, full of an industrial taste, anyone with a little sensibility will find it weird.

I am a child who is babbling, and I can't accurately describe what the heart is, what love is, I can only talk, feel, and feel.That kind of thing is heart, that is love.

At this point, I can feel a force, not from the brain, but from a higher level of heart.Why am I here?Why do such things?These are difficult to describe in words. In the eyes of ordinary people, there are so many reasons, just let nature take its course.But isn't this the result of the heart? 】

The man capped the pen, put away the manuscript paper on the table, stood up, and passed by Oda Sakunosuke just like when he came. "If you need help, you can come to me."

The voice was very faint, but it reached his ears clearly.It wasn't until the other party left that Oda Saku realized that he was indeed accosted by the other party just now, and left a somewhat inexplicable sentence. He lowered his head and saw the pen on the table.This is the pen that the other party used just now, with a black case and golden lines, lying quietly on the bar counter full of the charm of time.

Inexplicably, he felt a force, how should I put it.Kind of like inheritance or something?Or is it a choice?For Neon people, a pen is a gift with meaning, and the meaning of the gift depends on both parties.Oda Sakunosuke thought about it, the other party probably already saw him through, until he wanted to be a novelist and wanted to write in a house by the sea, so he gave him the pen that is very important to a novel writer.It's like being encouraged by an elder.

Odasaku put away the pen solemnly, and decided to find a place to put this gift from the fairy away.Yes, in his heart, that man was undoubtedly the legendary fairy.

With this in mind, he took the pen and left the bar. He still had things to do tomorrow.

......

"I am back."

Fu Meng said softly, took off the cloak, and put the manuscript paper on the table, there were already many manuscript papers on it.Walking into this Western-style house, you will find that there are traces of life everywhere, such as scattered manuscript paper, opened or closed books, pipes, or ink bottles.The man raised his hands rarely, and the wide sleeves slid down his arms. He stretched, kneading his shoulders with his hands, and there was a little tiredness in his golden pupils.

For ordinary people, reading is a fairly common thing. Although over time, the eyes will become sore and the body will become stiff, but as long as you move around, it doesn't matter.But the writing is different, those sentences that are sharp, ironic, calm and sensible, delicate and sensual, solemn and grand all flow out of the pen, the beginning and end of the story, the fate and feelings of the characters are all entrusted to the pen in hand, Such a heavy matter will undoubtedly bring a lot of mental pressure to the author.

Going up the stairs and opening the door of one of the rooms, the man came to the bed and fell down.It was a rather childish move for him.Curling up his body, Fumeng closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady. Without those shocking golden eyes, his face, which can only be described in terms of beautiful and beautiful, became quite soft, without any aggressiveness. .

The young man who walked into his room saw such a scene, a childish person who did not match his appearance, lying on his side on the bed, as if he was having a quiet dream.The drug seller lowered his voice, but he really didn't have to worry about such a problem, because every place here was covered with carpets, and the room was even covered with fluffy carpets. Although it was a bit difficult to clean, but That's for ordinary people.

The drug seller didn't go to wake him up, he just sighed softly, "I just found another room and fell asleep." Behind him, a woman with mercury-colored hair was wearing a black and white maid outfit. Standing there expressionless, as if it existed from the very beginning.The young man turned his head and smiled at her, "Please find a quilt." The maid nodded slightly, and left with extremely light steps.

Not long after, she reappeared, holding a quilt in her hands, soft and warm.After handing over the quilt to the light-blond-haired youth, Claire left knowingly.After all, the other party can easily walk to Mr.'s side without alarming him, but he will be alerted.Claire, who has grown a lot, stood in front of the window and thought for a while, did she think that she shared feelings?Rationally, she is undoubtedly authoritative, but when it comes to emotional aspects, she can only become an apprentice who has just started.

Of course, Crexbe didn't feel discouraged, because she knew that if there were no accidents, no, even if there were accidents, she would always follow the other party.There is no doubt that she is still the little snake looking at that beautiful figure.

The mercury-haired maid left the window and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Recently, because she was immersed in writing, the man didn't know when he would fall asleep, nor when he would wake up. All she had to do was to be ready at all times. A nice glass of warm milk.Although at this point, the man expressed unexpected and slight rejection, but all of this was something she and the youth had agreed upon, and there was no possibility of rebuttal.

Therefore, after seeing the helpless expression of the other party, there is no doubt that the Mercury Snake, who is above rationality, felt the emotion called happiness.

[Good night, Mr. 'Third-rate Author'.

おやすみなさい『Third-rate author』さん. 】