Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The action of a man going to the library in the morning is like a drop of water, which does not make the peaceful life a little bit turbulent.

The black-haired man sitting by the pool looked very lively looking at the koi swimming in the water.There was an open book on his lap, a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, he didn't know what he was thinking of, he put the book on his lap aside, revealing the words on the cover, Matsuo Basho's haiku.Compared with the previous life where blood was occasionally seen, Fumeng prefers the present life.It's a pity that the drug seller who missed work for a long time was arrested by his boss and went back to work.Fumeng covered her mouth with her hands and yawned. There are only a few more residents in this house, and of course they are not here most of the time.The five children have long been stuffed into the school, go to school every day, and receive special training when they come back. When the time comes, they have to go out to pay off their debts like their guardians.

Fumeng clicked his tongue, he was used to another person being by his side enough, the wordless, silent, moderate tenderness was just right.He opened his hands like a work of art carefully carved by sculptors. "Today, what should I do?"

The man talking to himself looked at the koi swimming underwater. He stretched out his finger and tapped the water surface lightly. The frozen thoughts in his golden pupils gradually melted and turned into something like honey or honey. Attracts butterflies and bees.Showing off all the beauty without any cover, putting it outside will definitely cause a catastrophe, but now he is alone.

The small pavilion for enjoying the cool and having fun is like when it was just built, and the railings are vermilion.The man was leaning on the railing, the sleeves of the Tang suit were slightly wide, and fell down his arms. Finally, the corner of the sleeve was stained with water, and this corner attracted the carefree koi. A few koi of various colors swam over slowly with their tails flicking, touched their sleeves with their mouths curiously, and left slowly after finding that they were inedible.

It's like being raised stupid.Fumeng evaluated in his heart, he picked up a string of water drops with his fingers, and he felt bored after a while.He blinked, resting his arms on his pillow, his golden eyes rolled slightly, at this moment, lazily recalled with a little naive meow.Fumeng sat up, and not long after, a cat walked over from not far away, its orange fur was shining under the light.The cat has also come to this world, but it is still an ordinary cat.But Fumeng frowned, looked at the cat running towards him, and let the cat lean on her body as if it had no bones.The fur under the palm is smooth and thick, obviously the other party is doing well.

While scratching the cat's chin, as if discussing it, the man said softly, "Do you want a name?" The two pairs of golden pupils looked at each other.I saw the cat licking its paw, as if it couldn't understand anything, if its ears didn't move.

In this home, the cat has always been free, it will be close to the man, but it will not be confined to the house by a name.Fumeng finally said regretfully: "Okay, I'd better call you a cat." The cat, which was much smarter than ordinary cats, seemed to agree with his words, it barked softly a few times, and then licked its barbs. Tongue licked the man's fingers.It doesn't hurt, it doesn't itch, how can I describe it, in short, if you have never raised a cat, you will never understand that feeling.

"How about I take you out for a stroll?"

To be honest, under normal circumstances, Fumeng doesn't like to go out, he prefers to stay at home honestly, whatever he wants, a day will pass.At most, it is to go out when collecting materials, but this is not important.After all, he is not a professional writer, but just a hobby.Thinking of this, he picked up the cat that didn't refuse, and prepared to change into the clothes for going out.

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Yokohama is a very good port city that combines modernity and retro.Probably because of this, its order is a little chaotic.A man walking down the street holding an orange fur cat.It was late autumn and it was freezing cold.When the wind blows, it seems that the cold breath is blown into the bones, taking away the temperature, making people unable to help but want to wrap their clothes tighter.But the fallen leaves in late autumn are really pretty.

Mr. Fumeng, who was hugging the cat, thought that the golden yellow fallen leaves are different from the green leaves in spring. They are golden and shining, as if using gold as a paint.Nature is the best artist.Before I knew it, I walked to the beach.The blue sea was shining under the light, and suddenly, the man could understand why the dragon clan he had met was so powerful and so fond of gems and gold.Because sparkle.Just for this reason.

I don't know how long I walked, but I saw a house.The man hugged the cat and looked at this deserted house. It used to be a curry shop, and the curry shop opened by the sea is also a strange note. The owner is a chubby man, and he can make different curry shops from ordinary curry shops. Spicy curry, five children are also fostered here, and their guardian is a mafia who does not kill people. He used to be a killer, but later changed his career to become a novelist.All this sounds so like a plot in a novel, but Floating Dream knows that it is reality.

The black-haired man stretched out his hand and gently scratched the cat's chin, the other party flicked its tail, closed its eyes, and made a purring sound from its throat. "A new story is about to begin." The man's voice disappeared into the lapping of the waves, and the salty sea breeze blew his hair up.He turned around and walked forward, leaving the house that used to smell of curry, children's laughter, sex and gunpowder.

"It's a pity that I didn't try the spicy curry of the boss. Your Excellency Oda seems to like it."

"However, the other party has opened a shop in another place now, maybe we will meet in the future."

As it turns out, there's nothing surprising about being by the sea.Because Yokohama was originally a chaotic and tolerant city.

Walking down the steps, it didn't take long before I saw a green shade, and the scenery suddenly opened up.This is a cemetery built by the sea.The white tombstone, together with the surrounding scenery, is a little more quiet and holy.People are obviously reluctant to do everything to themselves when they are alive, but they attach great importance to the graveyard after their death.The man came to a tombstone.

S.ODA is engraved on the tombstone under the shade of the tree, which makes people a little confused.Fu Meng stood in front of the tomb, which belonged to a widow.His golden eyes swept across the tombstone lightly, and he stroked the cat's fur with his hand. Suddenly, as if thinking of something interesting, he smiled softly, his eyes slightly bent, "Say, we How about letting His Excellency Oda see the tombstone his friend made for him?" The cat flicked its tail as an answer.

Fumeng seemed a little regretful, "Well, then there is no other way."

In a sense, he likes Oda Saku very much. His personality is like the sky above his head, or the sea not far away. He is full of tolerance, everything is just right, and makes people very comfortable.Perhaps, this is why a guy like Osamu Dazai became friends with him.

Fumeng narrowed his eyes, and the wind blew gently. This silence was not because of sadness, but because he found that even if he lost all his feelings and desires, he could still feel those beautiful or dark feelings. Emotions, even with the help of others.Does he regret it?No, he doesn't regret it, not to mention regretting is useless, because he has seen too many scenery that others have never seen in his life, and experienced things that others will never experience.In this way, it is nothing more than an equal transaction.

At that moment, his frozen heart, which was no longer beating, did jump slightly.

[People are in the relationship of taking and being taken in their whole life.

In a sense, feelings are unequal, love is unequal, and even hearts are unequal.Cowardly and timid people, cowardly and selfish people, upright people, gentle and indifferent people, and so on, human beings have never stopped distinguishing themselves from others.But this is not bad, it's just that occasionally it makes people feel uncomfortable, just like the positive and negative polarities, where there is light, there must be shadow.Human beings are really talented in this respect.

As an organ of life activities, the heart is unified, and it only has the function of maintaining life activities.But if you look at it from a higher level, you can see the superiority, the noble, the compassionate, the ordinary, the mean, and all kinds of things, almost an encyclopedia can be published.But in any case, the heart is not the same, because everyone is more or less selfish.Humans are typical egoistic creatures.Therefore, it is extremely difficult to make others feel comfortable in the process of getting along.

The word "heart" has embarrassed many people and existed for many years.More often, people only regard it as an organ for survival, rather than feel its beating quietly in the dead of night.

There are too many whimsical ideas in the world, and temptations can be seen everywhere in life.Therefore, listening to the voice of the heart has become a very difficult thing.It is really a society divided into classes, people have to work hard to climb up for fear of falling down at any time.

But when a person leaves the crowd, he is like a fish taken out of the water, suffocating to death at any time.However, everything was not as bad as imagined.Humans are pack animals, but that doesn't mean they can't live alone.Grasslands, rainforests, snow-capped mountains, glaciers, deep seas, and skylines, this world is far more magnificent than people know, and it is a scenery that cannot be seen in a lifetime.

How can a heart be so pure and flawless?

I think, just let it be full of love.What is cute?Maybe it’s the throbbing that pops up in the deep space, maybe it’s the casual smile of someone you like in daily life, whether it’s a living body or a non-living body, standing there, living, crying and laughing , See with your eyes, listen with your ears, you may make mistakes, but you still never stop.

The so-called sentient beings will naturally feel, heart and love.

Because that's how all beings are. 】

[Sentient beings are like this, heart, love and hate, never stop throughout life.

すべての人は、心と爱と恨しみは、life stopしない. 】

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感谢在2020-11-2621:01:29~2020-11-2819:32:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: I want to eat 1 dessert every day;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 510 small bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!