Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

Late autumn is coming to an end, and Oda Sakunosuke, who was ordered to work, was already dizzy. When he came back to his senses, he realized that late autumn was about to pass, and the bleak atmosphere gradually came up.He took a sip of tea and stared blankly at the newspaper on the table.Today, it is rare for him to take a vacation, but the children are not. No matter where they are, students will always be the hardest existence.

Odasaku drank the warm tea and apologized to the children in his heart. It wasn't that he didn't want to get together with the children, but he still felt that going to school was very important since he had never been to school.Compared with myself, Mr. Fu Meng, who is full of literati temperament, is obviously more reliable.What's more, he also knows that learning can really change a person's life.

"Your Excellency Oda." Fumeng came in and sat opposite him.

Ever since he went out with the cat in his arms a few days ago, he has fallen in love with this feeling.For the first time, like an immature child, he hugged the cat all the time.In the eyes of Oda Saku, Mr. Cat has a really good temper.In fact, both he and the children have seen this cat. It roams around the house as it pleases, but no one can touch it. As long as it gets close, it will give a cold glance and then leave. It is very clever.The children are fond of this human cat, and they can't wait to touch it twice.Only Mr. can touch and hug like holding a doll like this.And Mr. Cat didn't think it was too much at all, he was very conniving.

The cat lay lazily on the man's lap, looking very cute, its tail was beating every now and then.If the children see it, they will show longing eyes again.

Fu Meng took out a pack of dried fish from her cuff and fed it slowly.

"Is boring?"

Odasaku blinked before replying half a beat slowly: "It's a bit." Whether it's the Mafia or now, he has been running around all the time, and it feels strange to be idle suddenly.Fu Meng looked up at him, "Then do you want to go out for a walk?" The wine-red haired man thought about it seriously, "I still can't, after all, I'm already dead." He refused.

Fumeng looked calm, "Ah, yes, after all, you are a person with a tombstone." If his words fell into the ears of ordinary people, he must have dropped a bomb, but here in Oda, he just After taking a sip of tea, he asked curiously, "Is it my tombstone?" Fu Meng raised her eyebrows, "Otherwise?" He put the dried fish on the table, cleaned his hands with a handkerchief, and poured it for himself. Had a cup of tea.

"The tombstone... Dazai erected it for me?" Among the three, Dazai and Odasaku had a better relationship, and Ango faced Dazai like a mouse meeting a cat.Maybe it's because Ango is a spy?Oda Saku gradually recalled the past when the three of them got along.

The man glanced at Odasaku who was in deep thought, and did not interrupt his thoughts.He rubbed the cat's paw pads, and the room suddenly fell into silence.

Until the mercury-haired maid came in, she was holding Chinese dim sum in her hand, which was very gratifying. "When I went out today, I heard someone say that it's been very cold these two days." Fu Meng raised her head and responded casually, "It's indeed getting colder recently, probably it's going to snow soon."

Oda Saku's thoughts were suddenly pulled into the winter snow

Unexpectedly, this sentence became a prophecy.

Holding an umbrella and wrapped in a cloak, the man looked at the sky, the snowflakes were falling down, and after a while, a thin layer of snow accumulated on the ground.The snowflakes keep falling, presumably after a day, the glazed tiles, vermilion walls and plain white snow will become a beautiful scene.But there was not much appreciation in Fumeng's eyes. He looked at the falling snow, and finally looked away, as if complaining about something, "It's really troublesome."

This snow brought a little different taste to the seaside city.It seems that because it is winter, there are fewer cargo ships coming and going. People are walking quickly on the street, and the lonely, quiet, ice and snow atmosphere spreads throughout the city.

Oda Sakunosuke found that recently men always looked at the snow outside the window, and the room was so warm that it even made people drowsy.Fumeng's legs were covered with a layer of fluffy blankets, holding a book in one hand, and stroking Mr. Mao who had fallen asleep on his lap with the other.It's just that even though he is like this, his fingers are still cold.Oda Tsukuru, who accidentally touched the other party's fingers when handing a book, paused for a moment. The other party's complexion was very pale, but not sickly pale, and cold fingers did not mean that the other party was in poor health, but occasionally he would be a little worried That's all.

"What's the matter?" Floating dream who noticed his gaze raised his head, his golden eyes made Odasaku want to hide back.Odasaku scratched his head, "No, it's nothing." He wanted to ask something, but didn't know whether to ask or not.The man turned his eyes back to the book in his hand, Tang poetry from Hua-guo, and recently he fell in love with reading poetry. "You've been staring at me for a while, but there's nothing on the paper."

Oda Sakunosuke lowered his head, looked at the clean manuscript paper in front of him, put down the pen in his hand, and finally, he picked up the pen as the other party said.It's just that he didn't know what to write.

"Is there something you care about?" A natural man like Oda Saku probably has very few things that bother him, and the expression on the other side's face is not worry, so there is something he cares about .Turning a page of the book, Fumeng chatted with Oda Saku, "If you want to ask, you can ask." The wine-red haired man blinked his gray-blue pupils, then looked out the window, "Sir, you always look out of the window recently."

"Yes, after all, it snows all the time." The man replied.

Odasaku looked away from the window, "Yeah, the snow seems to be very heavy this time." He didn't notice the man's movement of turning the book and paused, then said: "In Yokohama in the past, it seemed that it rarely snowed. Such heavy snow." He thought for a while, "If it keeps falling like this, Yokohama Port will be closed, right?" Fumeng pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "If there is no accident, it will be closed. However, it is not an extremely cold place, it is just suspended for a few days. Soon, it will be used again.” Yokohama is not like a port in West Siberia, there will be a period of freezing.

But, if there are no accidents, it will be fine.

Fu Meng closed the book and looked at the snow outside the window.This winter seems to be extraordinarily cold, and the snow falls heavily. When I go out, I feel the wind blowing on my face like a knife. If there is any snot left, it will be frozen into icicles.Not long after, Crexbe came over. She put away the umbrella at the door, patted the snow that might be on the clothes, put the umbrella by the door, and walked in.

"Ah, Master Oda is here too." Crexbel nodded slightly to the man with wine red hair, and then said softly, "Sir, let's eat hot pot today." Fumeng blinked, her slender and thick eyelashes like They were two small fans, and he smiled softly, "Okay, Your Excellency Oda, I will like it."

Oda Saku whose name was mentioned raised his head and cast a questioning gaze.Then repeated, "Hot Pot?"

The mercury-haired maid nodded, "Then I'll prepare first." She turned and left, as if she was just to explain what to eat today.Fumeng leaned back on the chair and took a sip of tea.The cat on the lap got up lazily, stretched itself, then jumped aside, nestled up in a warm place, and closed its eyes again.

The dark-haired man rested his chin and looked at the clump of cats, the orange fur almost merging with the furry cushions underneath. "It's so lazy." Oda Sakunosuke blinked, and glanced at the cat who was said to be lazy by the owner, thinking that it was just the nature of the other party, and he couldn't impose human concepts on the cat.But the other party obviously just mentioned it casually. Rather, he quite liked watching the cat sleep like this.

Oda Saku cast an admiring look at Mr. Cat. Of course, it may also be because of the self-comparison of cats.But being able to fall asleep in full view is also a very enviable skill.

He glanced at the blank manuscript paper in front of him, and suddenly something came to his mind. He picked up the pen, wrote a few words on the paper, and decided the protagonist of the story.

A, freewheeling, human cat, and a cat-like youth.

The story happened on a snowy winter day.

The burgundy-haired man blinked, and a little smile appeared in his gray-blue eyes. He wanted to write a warm story that happened in winter.

At this time, the voices of the children came from afar, and it seemed that school was over.Excitedly pushed the door open, only to find that the few children who were with the man suddenly stopped their voices, looked at each other carefully, and found that the man did not show any dissatisfaction, and then moved to Odasaku's side with confidence, like a bird Like a sparrow, chirping, sharing today's life in school with him.It seems that although he complains that going to school is not good, in fact, he likes school life very much.

Oda Sakunosuke breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he smiled and listened to the children talking about what he saw and heard at school.

Although the children wore hats, scarves and gloves, their faces were flushed with cold.Fumeng watched as the girl beside him poured her a cup of hot tea, and picked out a flower-shaped dessert and handed it to her.Sakile was eating the flower-shaped dessert, but her eyes were on the man.Children are always sensitive. Although the man in front of him has never shown a dangerous side, the radar belonging to small animals still makes children want to avoid it.

After finishing a snack, Saku Le looked eagerly at the plate of snacks on the table.Fumeng saw that she still wanted to eat, so she gave her a golden shredded pork pie, and then said with a smile, "I'm going to eat later, I can't eat any more." The little girl blushed and behaved obediently nodded.

The man reached out and touched her head, and then watched the boys pick up the snacks on the table in an orderly but not chaotic manner.These snacks are not so much prepared for him and Oda, as they are prepared for the children.After all, they couldn't finish two plates of dim sum.

The chirping of the children blends with the warmth of the interior.Oda Sakunosuke raised his eyes inadvertently, and looked at the silver outside the window.

The snow is still falling, but the surrounding is warm. It would be even better if I could sit with my friends next winter and catch up on the old days.

[The Voice of Winter.

Winter の sound. 】