Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

What happened after that had nothing to do with floating dreams. He was immersed in the world of creation, using a pen to express those strange, beautiful, large or small thoughts on paper through that pen.Various things were gradually added to the foreign house, and finally one day, Fumeng raised his head from the desk, took off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose.After the fatigue eased a little, he put on his glasses and looked around his room.It is not so much my own room as it is a study, in the real sense, a room full of books.On the table, on the floor, on the bed, all kinds of books, astronomy and geography, fine art photography, history and religion, all kinds of books can be found.It can be said that this room is almost in a mess, and there is almost no place to step down.

The man's eyes were in a daze, and he stood up, but the chair moving backwards accidentally touched a stack of books behind him, and then, the stack of books fell down, taking the books next to him with him, and the final chain reaction was , Almost all the books in the room fell down.

Fumeng stood under the fallen books, and there seemed to be something covering him in the space where he was, and the books that were supposed to hit him deviated from their original direction halfway.Books are light and heavy, and Fumeng couldn't help but take out a small square box from his cuff, which contained cigarettes. He took out one, lit it and held it between his fingers, while exuding his thoughts, while waiting for this commotion stop.

The sound insulation of ordinary houses is not very good.So the sound reached the ears of the other two without weakening.

The young man who was sitting on the sofa and flipping through medical books raised his head, there was no surprise in his water blue pupils, he was obviously used to it.He turned another page of the magazine on his lap, making thoughtful sounds from time to time.The maid who came out of the kitchen was holding black tea for afternoon tea and exquisite desserts.Ceylon black tea and Montblanc chestnut cake, the slightly bitter aroma of black tea blends with the sweetness of chestnuts.

The drug seller is very used to western food, whether it is black tea or green tea, each has its own flavor.He picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip, his slender and thick eyelashes trembling slightly.Crexby looked upstairs where the voice was coming from, and tilted her head, "Sir."

The man in the room exhaled a puff of smoke, and the floor under his feet was full of books. Fortunately, the room was covered with carpets, so the books would not be damaged.He lifted his foot very calmly, seemingly stepping on the book, but actually didn't touch it at all, just like this, he came to the door, opened the door, and closed the mess behind him inside.Pushing his own glasses, Fumeng went downstairs slowly.Sure enough, the other two were already in the living room.Fumeng glanced at the clock on the wall, the pointer pointed to three.

"It's making a loud noise again." The drug seller said as if joking.

Fumeng sat across from him, lowered her head slightly, and the two golden glasses chains beside the glasses legs drooped with his movements. "I touched it by accident." Picking up a fork, he cut off a corner of the cake, and the man quietly ate sweets that could make people feel better.The coquettish young man blinked, "Since we always encounter it, let's clean it up today."

The man raised his head, and there was a little doubt in his golden eyes, "But it will become like this again soon." Obviously, he has already tried to tidy up the room, after all, he is not the kind who is willing to stay in such a room , I just don’t know why, it always changes back to the original not long after cleaning up, so he doesn’t try to clean up anymore.This room was his room in name, but in fact, he never slept in that room a few times.They just find a room at random, go in and lie on the bed, but most of them will find that it is a young man's room when they wake up.The original owner of the room, the drug seller, found another room to sleep in.

Fu Meng rubbed her head, "It's up to you." He doesn't care about this kind of thing, since the other party wants to tidy it up, let's do it.He raised his head, thought for a while, and then asked, "Do you need my help?" The alluring young man shook his head.In this case, the man will never think about those things again.He took a sip of tea to neutralize the sweetness in his mouth.There was sparkle in the golden eyes, and not long after, the man yawned lightly.Deliberately adjusting her physical fitness to be similar to that of ordinary people, Fumeng closed her eyes.

The drug seller looked at him with concern, "Didn't sleep last night?" He no longer asked questions like what time to sleep, after all, since he started writing, the other party's schedule has really become irregular.Floating Dream nodded.A few times, the man who was still asleep suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, got out of bed, took out a pen and paper, and wrote and drew on it, because the inspiration came.This made the young man a little bit dumbfounded, but he and Claire still put paper and pens in places where they could be seen at hand, in case the other party had inspiration but didn't have anything to record at hand.

Afternoon tea time ended quickly, Fumeng stood up, planning to go up with them and find a room to catch up on sleep.Suddenly, a pair of hands was stretched out, with a slight smell of herbs, which did not make people feel bored. The young man with light blond hair had an outstanding and handsome appearance. He took off the man's glasses, and his light blue eyes were serious. He looked at the other person's face.Fu Meng tilted her head slightly, trying to avoid the other party's sight, but her face was suddenly fixed, and the distance between the two narrowed even more.We could almost hear each other's breathing.

Finally, the drug seller let go, folded the glasses, and hung them on the man's neckline.The man in the black shirt unbuttoned two buttons, revealing his fair skin and a well-shaped collarbone. "Okay, take a break." The drug seller nodded under his eyes humbly, "Yes, I have dark circles, huh?" The ending of the last sentence is slightly upturned, like a cat's upturned tail, a bit seductive .

The young man walked in front, and the man followed behind him.Many times, young people's careers are ignored, because the other party knows a lot, and the temperament around him is really not what he said, just a drug seller.Instead of going to the messy room with the mercury-haired maid, he led her into his own room.

Fu Meng followed behind him, raising her eyebrows. "Why is it your room again?"

The drug seller turned his head slightly, and said in surprise, "You, don't you like it?" The man walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, crossing his legs, revealing a short section of slender ankles, with one hand resting on his knee, The other hand rests on the bed.He snorted a little, and didn't know whether to agree with the other party's statement or deny the other party's statement.The young man with light blond hair claimed to be a drug seller, but in fact he had a lot of knowledge in medicine and herbal medicine.What's more, due to various reasons, he is also learning new knowledge.

"What flavor do you like?" The young man who returned to his old job opened the box and took out the utensils inside.He planned to make sleeping incense, but it was just to observe the other party's situation before. Although the physical adjustment is the same as that of ordinary people, there are still differences. Body, but a little tired.

But even so, the medicine seller will not ignore it.The movements are extremely skilled, but with his unique slow temperament.

The black-haired man who did not withdraw his admiring gaze, his eyelids drooped slightly, but those pure golden pupils kept staring at him.After a while, he said softly, "Yulan."

Men seldom have things that they like, but for magnolia, jasmine and gardenia, these three kinds of white flowers with fragrance, they can be called likes.It's just that although I like it, floating dreams rarely show it.There is no special reason, but this kind of liking is extremely personal and unimportant, and it seems unnecessary to tell others.

The drug seller nodded slightly, "Magnolia." His movements did not stop.He felt that magnolia was a very suitable flower for the other party, elegant and gentle.There was a little smile in the light blue eyes, like sparkling lake water, and he put a strand of light golden hair behind his ear, revealing some pointed ears that were different from ordinary people.

After watching for a while, Fumeng lay down on the soft bed and could hear the birds chirping outside the window.

Obviously the city was traumatized before, but people's lives soon returned to normal.The man narrowed his eyes. Everyone has their own life. Even if someone dies, life will continue.Food problems, clothing problems, all kinds of problems.Thinking about such a thing, Fumeng suddenly smelled a very good smell.

He turned around and lay down on the bed, watching the light golden youth light the incense, exuding a faint scent of magnolia, peaceful and drowsy.The man blinked, looking quite lazy, he waved his hand, "Thanks." He turned around, and his black hair fell on the bed.

After the drug seller pulled the quilt up for the other party, he retreated quietly.

The moment the door was closed again, the man who was supposed to be asleep suddenly opened his eyes, his golden eyes stared at the wall for a while, and then closed his eyes again, "Tsk." Shrinking, seems to be muttering something.But no one here knows, except himself.

The incense in the room was burning silently, and the faint smell of magnolia made Fumeng's eyelids heavier and heavier, and finally fell into darkness. Before falling asleep, he smelled the smell of magnolia, quietly It was slowly hovering in the mind with a strong sense of presence.

Maybe, I will have a dream about magnolia today?Man, can't help but think so.

[Magnolia blooms.

Yu の lan ga saki ku. 】