Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

"Well, here we are." The black-haired man poked his head out from behind the door, walked into the warm room, and hung the cloak on the hanger casually.Floating dream looked at Odasaku who was buried in front of the desk, and sat down quite comfortably on the other side.Slowly poured himself a cup of tea, the snow outside the window was like goose feathers.Today's snow was unexpectedly heavy, and with the continuous snow before, the ground was covered with snow about one centimeter high. Looking at the posture of the sky, it seemed that it wanted to continue to fall.

Oda Sakunosuke stopped writing, stood up and walked to the window, he kneaded his sore neck, and then said: "Today's snow is so heavy." He sighed, and then stared at the window without blinking. Snow, it seems that there is something interesting outside.

The man with black hair and blond eyes stared down at the tea in the cup, "It's really big." Oda Saku left the bed, blinked his sour eyes, the reflection of Bai Xue fell on the retina, and a little physiological excitement overflowed from the corners of his eyes. tears.The man with burgundy hair sat across from Fumeng and rubbed his eyes lightly. "Yokohama seldom has such a heavy snowfall." After all, Yokohama is a seaport city in a temperate zone. Even if it snows, it will never be overwhelming like the two poles or West Siberia. Everything is hidden under the heavy snow .

Fumeng put the teacup on the table, resting one hand on his chin, "Are you writing a story recently?" Oda Sakunosuke nodded and touched his chin with stubble, "Because I got some inspiration .” He wanted to write a story that would make people feel warm even in winter.Maybe it's because it's too cold this winter, and I always want people to watch or eat something warm, so that it seems that even the heart can become warm.

Oda Sakunosuke got up and took the draft paper on the table, "I have a little idea." He paused, "But this is the first time I write a story by myself." In fact, he just wanted to start writing Write something, but every time he sits in front of the table, the light of the desk lamp is projected on the manuscript paper, he holds a pen, but he doesn't know what to write.Like a wanderer traveling far away, he lost his way in front of his own home.

Fumeng took his manuscript, lowered her eyes to take in the writing on it.A person's words can best reflect a person's character.Odasaku's handwriting doesn't quite match his personality, it's a little bit sharp, perhaps because of the influence of his life as a killer.But the core of the story is extremely warm, and it can also be seen that Oda Sakunosuke is a gentle guy.

The man handed the manuscript to the man with burgundy hair, "In this case, let's work hard and write well." Fumeng covered the lower half of his face with his sleeve and yawned.Oda Sakunosuke looked over, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Sir, haven't you slept much lately?" Fumeng pulled out a hookah stick from his cuff, and he casually put the cigarette on his lips, soft white The smoke rose slowly, "Because there is something to do." If it was someone else, they might ask curiously what it was, but Oda Sakunosuke was not such a person, he just nodded knowingly.Although it looks natural, Odasaku is actually very sensitive to emotions, and only occasionally becomes particularly sensitive.Most of the time, he is still the good old man.

Mr. Fumeng closed his eyes halfway, his face was hidden in the smoke, making people look a little unreal.But inexplicably, Oda Sakunosuke felt that the man sitting opposite him was far away from him, and even his existence seemed to be extremely distant, like a god that people talked about.

Perhaps, this man is really a god.Oda Saku thought of this, he lowered his head, carefully examined every word on the manuscript paper, and kept deliberating in his heart.Doing so doesn't make him feel boring, on the contrary he enjoys it.

As long as you open the window, you can feel the cold breath.Fu Meng looked back at the man who was still immersed in words, got up, and walked out of the room.

His seemingly slender body was wrapped in a blue-colored modified Tang suit. He leaned on the vermilion pillar and looked up at the falling snow. Come.The heavy snow seems to wash away all the dust, and even the breath has a clean smell.The man leaned his head against the pillar, as if he had sensed something, he slowly lowered his head and looked towards the opposite side.

A figure holding an umbrella gradually appeared.

The visitor stood still not far away, and then slowly raised his umbrella.The snow-covered umbrella reveals the face of its owner. The coquettish makeup is not human-like, and the light-blond hair and light-blue pupils also have a pure taste.Even though he was wearing a woman's blue kimono, he did not lose his beauty at all. The young man was like a monster, standing in the snow, as if he could be drawn into a painting in the next second.

Fu Meng raised her eyebrows, "What?" He said softly, but walked towards the young man.

"Snow, it's very big." The drug seller took two steps forward and raised the umbrella to Fu Meng's head, the distance between the two was quite close.Fumeng blinked her golden pupils, her calm face appeared a little indifferent. "This snow." He lowered his eyes, "It's not normal snow."

The alluring young man carefully looked at the expressions of the people around him, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong with the other party, they left together. "Although the auspicious snow is a good sign for a good year, this snow is really too big." Fu Meng slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "Because this snow came from a book." Fu Meng looked at the falling snow in front of him. The snow seemed to be recalling something.After hearing his words, the pharmacist didn't think it was strange. He already knew that the other party had many strange things, for example, he liked "prison break" and books that could affect reality.Because it takes too much effort to recycle, and Fumeng himself is too lazy to move, so he will find someone to help him recycle.

"Then this book." The drug seller's attitude was extremely calm, as if he was not worried about the bad influence this book would have.Although he can solve monsters, it does not mean that he has much affection for humans, or that he is neutral.

Fumeng let out a breath of white air, "Ah, this snow will keep falling. After all, that book—" He raised his head, his golden pupils were extremely bright, but they didn't make people feel warm.

"It's "Snow Industry Plain"."

This snow will keep falling, until it turns this place into a barren snowfield.There will be nothing but snow.

The two came to Fumeng's room, and the drug seller put away the umbrella, put it by the door, and walked in with the man.The orange fur cat lazily opened its eyes and barked at him twice as a greeting.The young man raised the corners of his lips, walked over, stretched out his hand, and gently scratched the cat's chin, "It looks like it's doing well." There was a bit of teasing in his voice. Since the beginning of winter, the cat has become fatter A lot, but it's not that kind of excessive obesity, but it's normal, as if it grows up, the fur becomes gorgeous and thick, like the fur of a tiger.It flicked its tail, as an answer to the young man's words.The drug seller withdrew his hand, and the cat buried its head in its front legs again and fell asleep.

Fumeng sat on the chair, "It's been better than ever." He was not mocking, but telling the truth.

The drug seller rarely stays in one place for too long. Most of the time, he spends looking for troublesome monsters and solving them. He is always walking around. It is a bit difficult to find him .Running around for a long time, this kind of life is naturally not good. Compared with him, the life of a cat is quite beautiful.Nest in a warm room, have food like dried fish every day, sleep when you are tired, find a place to nest when you are not tired, or entertain yourself, it sounds boring, but in fact, I don’t know what it is The ideal life in the minds of many people.

The young man smiled and sat down on the other side.

"Is it okay to just leave it like this?" The medicine seller was talking about the source of the heavy snow.The man with black hair and golden eyes frowned in a rare way, "Your Excellency Oda, you can't go out and solve it." After all, the other party is now a dead person, in other words, the other party is currently a criminal.Although the order in Yokohama is extremely chaotic and there are countless black households, this fact cannot be concealed.

Fumeng sighed, "I can only look for that child." At any time, her tone has been confirmed.He looked around, looked at the room, and suddenly asked: "What do you think, how about one more child?"

This question made the drug seller raise his eyebrows, he looked around, "But, you always move." This is correct.Although Fumeng yearns for the life of ordinary human beings, and even his physique seems to be similar to that of ordinary people, but in fact, his essence is still different from that of human beings.Minimizing going out is also to prevent things from being exposed. After all, no matter how long a person has passed, it is absolutely impossible for a person to remain young forever.Therefore, in addition to reducing going out, you must also move regularly.

Fumeng clicked his tongue, "It shouldn't matter." He thought of the child he had seen in his dream before, with orange hair and blue eyes, who looked like a kitten with orange fur. Glancing at the cat nestling in his room, he couldn't help but make a comparison between one person and one cat.The connection between him and Nakahara Chuya has never been broken. After all, for some reason, the other party always seems to be very fond of strange guys.

Mr. Floating Dream's book is in the 'strange guy' category.The man fluttered his eyelashes and thought for a while, is it really because Zhong is not human?As a superior being, Floating Dream can easily see that the boy is not a human being, but an existence more similar to him.In short, it is essentially non-human.

"However, it's better to wait quietly. Chuya is also very busy right now." The black-haired man propped his head up and showed a mischievous smile, which made him look a lot younger in an instant. The beautiful appearance is like a blooming flower suddenly, showing its own existence.

After going on a business trip for a long time, he was going to be harassed by strange things in his dream, and he had to deal with his teacher's teaching. When he came back, he found that Zhongyuan, who had defected from mackerel, was about to collapse.Resisting the desire to fight violently, he finally received a letter from his husband after dealing with official business for a long time.

After reading the letter, Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the sky outside the window. It has been snowing since a few days ago. He also wondered if it was because of the book. Now it seems that the answer is very clear.

[Snow from the sky.

empty に falling ru snow. 】

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感谢在2020-11-2819:34:05~2020-11-3021:41:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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