Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

No matter what happens, human life must go on.

The world is what it is, and society is always the same.

Oda Sakunosuke raised his head and looked at the scenery outside the window, only feeling in a trance.It has been a year since his nightmare death, and now he can truly say that he is a novelist.He put down his pen and took off his glasses from the bridge of his nose.The simple black glasses gave the man a little bit of the temperament of a literary creator, which he learned from his husband.

"Odasaku——" Saku Le ran in, and the well-behaved little girl had a flushed face, as if she had just played an interesting game, like a peach, making people want to smile uncontrollably.Saku Le was wearing a light blue dress, which was pretty enough to provide warmth in early autumn.She ran to Odasaku's side, "Odasaku, everyone has already packed up, and you are the only one left." The husband probably got tired of seeing the scenery of Yokohama, or maybe he didn't know when his words were scattered Get out, which leads to at least three of the ten cases involving him.That black-haired, green-eyed young man always came to see Mr. Furiously, and brought a letter from his guardian by the way.I don't know when the two became pen pals.

Oda Sakunosuke put the glasses in the glasses case, and then tidied up the manuscript paper in front of him.The timing was just right, and he had already finished writing the manuscript requested by the publishing house. "Come right away." He smiled, holding the glasses case and manuscript paper in one hand, and holding Sakule in the other, and walked down.

Incidentally, during the year, they moved three times.Every time I moved, my husband's expression was not ugly, but it was definitely not beautiful either.The place where they live now is a western-style mansion. After all, the children have grown up, and the things and books collected by Mr. from various places are also increasing. The most important thing is that most of the buildings in Yokohama are in Western style.

Time passed day by day, and the children were almost different day by day. Oda Saku also felt the power of time, but the years could not leave the slightest trace on the husband and the silver-haired woman beside him.

Still beautiful and extraordinary, the man without the slightest sign of aging has short hair cut, with curvy hair, matching a shirt and a gemstone bow tie. He looks like a nobleman who has walked out of a Western painting. His golden pupils have not been touched The silver-rimmed glasses cover it, and the drooping anti-slip chains are extremely simple, without any extra decorations.The mercury-haired woman was wearing a white shirt dress with a glass-colored skirt underneath. Her long silver hair was braided and tied behind her head.

"It's been a long time, sir." The wine-red haired man nodded slightly, walked to the driver's seat of the car, and the man in the co-pilot signaled that he didn't care.Clay and the children sat in the back of the car, and it looked like a family going on vacation.

Oda Sakunosuke fastened the seat belt on himself, and after confirming that everyone was fine, he slowly started the car.

"Sir, are we going to Tokyo?" asked Oda Saku who was driving the car. "I live in the annex in Tokyo for a period of time, and then go abroad directly. Is there any problem?" Mr. Fumeng turned his head to the side, revealing the left cheek, ear, and a small piece of fair neck.Oda Sakunosuke blinked, "No, it's nothing, it's just that it doesn't matter if you don't bring luggage?" He has been thinking about this question. There are no clothes.

"Don't worry about these issues, Claire will handle them well." Fumeng waved her hand, trusting Claire with 12 points.Before heading to Tokyo, Oda Saku had to go to the publishing house to hand in the manuscript.

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When we arrived in Tokyo, all the dazzling things ran out like fireworks.This made Odasaku, who has lived in Yokohama for many years, a little uncomfortable. He and his husband belong to the same type of people, they both belong to the type that prefers to use letters, pens and papers over electronic products, but fortunately, the car is all the way. After driving to the suburbs of Tokyo, a foreign-style mansion gradually appeared among the golden leaves, and someone was already waiting for them at the gate.

Odasaku and the children got out of the car, and Crexbe sat in the driver's seat and drove the car towards the garage.The gentleman standing on the other side had already started chatting with the people around him. Odasaku nodded towards him. The other party was also the same as Mr. Fumeng and Clay. The appearance did not change at all, except that the gorgeous and exaggerated kimono on his body was changed. , looks like an ordinary person.

"Mr. Yakuro." Oda Saku called the other party like this.The young man with light blond hair laughed, "Long time no see. Oda-kun." It turned out that he was waiting for the other party.Odasaku thought in his heart, and then very consciously ran away with the five children to visit the Western-style House.

"Meow~"

The cat with orange fur came out lazily. It squatted at the gate, welcoming Odasaku and the children, whom it hadn't seen for a long time.Probably a long time ago, after they moved out of the Chinese-style mansion, the orange cat never appeared again.At that time, the children were very sorry, thinking that the other party was lost.But now it seems that the husband at that time did not respond at all, which is enough to explain the problem.

"Mr. Cat." Saki Le picked up the cat, probably because she hadn't seen him for a long time, but the other party was very talkative and let her hug her, wagging her tail in the little girl's arms.Exquisite objects are arranged everywhere in the Western Villa, but it does not show cold alienation, but is very warm.

Katsumi, Xingsuke and a few boys ran down from the third floor of the mansion and floated on the escalator, "Odasaku! Odasaku! Come up!" Oda Sakunosuke and Sakuru looked at each other, and walked up together holding hands.The cat that was originally in the girl's arms jumped down nimbly, and then walked towards the black-haired man below, wrapped around his feet, was picked up by the man, and made a coquettish cry.

The third floor of the mansion is a glass greenhouse, the sunlight falls through the glass, and the water in the canal glistens.

"Hey, it's amazing." Odasaku stood where he was, watching the children running around inside like birds in the air.Not long after, the door behind her was opened, and Claire with mercury-colored hair walked in, "Mr. Oda, here is the room key." She took out a bunch of keys and handed them to Sakunosuke Oda.The burgundy-haired man looked at holding a bunch of keys, showing a puzzled expression, "Ah, do you want us to choose a room by ourselves?" Crexby nodded lightly, "Yes, and wait until noon, and go to In the commercial area of ​​Tokyo, before that, please feel free. There are many interesting things here in the annex."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, thanked the other party, saw the other party walked aside, took out gardening shears, and a small flower basket.She walked to the side of the iris, and cut a few flowers by hand, and was careful not to damage the whole when cutting.

the other side.

The black-haired man who opened the door looked around, "Open the window." He stepped forward to the curtains, pulled the dark green curtains with dark patterns, and opened the windows.The room instantly became much brighter, illuminating everything in the room.This is a room dedicated to rest, and it is also the place where He Zhongye met in the dream.

"However, unfortunately, we can't come together." Mr. Fumeng pulled the chair beside the table with a smile, sat down, and the wooden cabinet placed on the side suddenly opened the door automatically, and inside was It is a piece of exquisite porcelain.As if a musical had finally started, the whole room moved, teapots, saucers, teacups, black tea pots, milk cups and other utensils floated towards the table, avoiding sitting at the table quite intimately Not long after, a woman with mercury-colored hair also came in. She was not surprised by such a strange sight. Her mercury-colored pupils were always calm and calm, "Sir, do you want dessert?" When she was talking, the teapot had automatically overflowed and the black tea was brewed.

The black-haired man blinked his golden pupils, "Then please Claire, please make some cookies." Crexby nodded lightly, then walked aside, and placed the white roses, irises and The baby's breath was inserted in the vase. After tidying up, the vase was placed on the table where the drug seller and Fu Meng were. On the table that had been covered with a tablecloth, flowers bloomed.Fu Meng looked at the flower arrangement in the vase, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and he tapped the tender petals with his fingers, "How long will we stay this time? Is it really okay over there?"

The young man with light blond hair watched the bone china teapot pour reddish-brown liquid into the cup, then stretched out his hand and put two cubes of sugar in it, and while stirring, he replied: "Probably, it will stay for a while." He lowered his eyes, "Since a long time ago, the mystery has been fading." He has been going through thousands of years, and he knows that the future world still belongs to human beings. From the traditional kimono to the long suit skirt, those times and years will eventually pass.

Human beings can only guess about the existence of mystery from ancient books and legends. Although the mystery still exists, the two worlds have always been two different lines.

Fumeng picked up the saucer, hooked one hand to the ear of the teacup, "Hehe, after all, there is no way to do it." He chuckled, that beautiful face was no longer hidden, it was fully displayed, even the always The calm Mercury Snake would occasionally lose his mind because of that face, but on the young man's side, his gaze was always gentle.

"Well, this is something that can't be helped." The drug seller nodded slightly, sniffing the aroma of black tea.He is still a drug seller, this point has not changed, and the demon sword has not been pulled out for a long time. Of course, this does not mean that he is unemployed, but because people no longer need to care about those terrible The unknown and the mysterious.Human beings already have their own means to protect themselves.The drug seller closed his eyes, there was no regret in his light blue pupils, and he took a small sip of black tea.

"That's great." Under the sun, the man with light blond hair sighed, his water-colored pupils were like the surface of a lake illuminated by the sun, full of gentleness.

The dark-haired man on the opposite side bent his golden eyes, "Yeah, that's great."

[Life is always like this, like a glass of water, or a beam of sunshine.

Life is はいつもこのようで, a cup of waterや一壁の阳のようです. 】

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"[Lord Curse] I am Mortal"

"Then you don't even trust Madam?" The gentleman's expression was slightly disturbed, and he didn't answer directly. "I don't even trust myself. That means I can't trust myself, so I can't trust others. There is no other way but to curse myself."

—— Natsume Soseki "Heart"

I am well aware that I am mediocre, cowardly, selfish, and stupid, and I have all the shortcomings that people in this world have, but even so, I occasionally want to look out from the small window on the high wall.

There may be Kawazu cherry blossoms there, there may be lights, or there may be nothing there.

I want to believe, to be one of the "all beings", to live as a "mortal", to experience the beautiful, the ugly, all kinds of things.I can't trust myself and deceive myself, and at the same time I can't trust others and deceive others. I really have no choice but to curse myself, right?

If so, what was the purpose of my birth?

ps.

No.1 is called the master, described in the third person, and has the perspective of other people.

The main mantra is back to green, and the style of writing is small, and I don't like to click the fork lightly.