Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

[See words like meeting:

I am not a person who is good at words, and there is not much I can do. It is a blessing to be able to write like this.I am not a bold person, rather, I am just a coward, but I am very grateful to you for seeing this, and thank you for listening to me to say these things that are not interesting and do not make people feel happy.This is a letter to you. If you want to give it a name, then name it "Book of Yujun".

Sometimes people always want to tell something. As a writer, the desire to tell is probably particularly strong.

This world is too complicated, everything is entangled, and it cannot be denied that it is beautiful, it is getting better, but it cannot be denied that it has a dark side.

After all, writing is lonely all the way, conceived by one person, established by one person, from head to toe, only one person, although you may meet like-minded friends on the road, but they will part ways after a moment of walking together.At that time, all I could do was watch him leave and continue on my own path.

It's like life.You may think that what I said is a little extreme, but I still want to say that people must be lonely, and nothing can accompany you all the time.

Occasionally watching myself racking my brains and thinking over and over again about the words I wrote, I will have a sense of pure joy. This is my thing, and there is nothing more joyful than this.But, if I can't even leave my own name on it, then what can I do?This is undoubtedly my thing, but suddenly it does not belong to me, it has been snatched away, but there is nothing I can do about it.

Maybe I'll stop writing, maybe I'll be forced to keep writing, but that's always the case.this is the truth.

I like this world, I like words, I really enjoy the feeling of those words and sentences flowing out of my mind and hands, the world of words is colorful.It may be serious and conservative, or it may be exaggerated and clear, just like there are different people in this world, they also have different words.

Many times, people are watching, commenting, and liking, which is the motivation for me to continue writing, but this cannot hide the fact that it is my original intention, and the words I write are for myself. In this place, I will continue to write, but maybe the only reader is myself.

I am writing, I have been writing all the time, without pause, and without regret, maybe there are not pure, even utilitarian purposes mixed in, but I really like it.

People's liking may be very shallow, and they may quickly empathize with others, but at least at the moment, I really love it deeply.

Occasionally I would think about some messy issues, for example, I would feel that I was hypocritical, and sometimes I would feel very tired, tired of talking, tired of breathing, and tired of living.But I also think that I am writing, walking on my own path, writing mountains and rivers, only relying on my courage and pride.

I have also stumbled and it doesn't beat me it just makes me feel like I need to try harder, I had a kid once.

It was an article I wrote casually in a moment. After the initial praise, I felt that it was normal. The enthusiasm and passion disappeared, but I was still writing. Why?Because I think it is my responsibility, I should give it an ending when I write it out, no matter the ending is good or bad.

It was only by accident that one day, I hardly remembered those words. It was only when I remembered them that someone told me that your words had been plagiarized.

Plagiarism, this may be something that many people will encounter, encounter, and see, but it does not happen to me, but it is like a drama, I encountered it.You may be guessing my mood and appearance when I found out.

Saying it, it can be a little bland.

I was just a little bit surprised, ah, did someone plagiarize me?I went to take a closer look, and of course plagiarism cannot be tolerated, otherwise it will encourage unhealthy tendencies.I discussed it with my friend and decided to solve it privately, of course it was my friend who came forward.After all, I am not good at words.

I just ask the other party to apologize to me in private, after all, that child didn't bother me too much.In the end, I bless that child and hope that the other party will write their own words.

A person must have a bottom line, and he must work hard for something, but I do not agree with unscrupulous means in order to achieve a certain goal.At least on the road of literature, I hope this place can always be kept clean, and I hope that everyone who has not picked up a pen can write their own words quietly and attentively.

I have always thought so, as long as you can lift a pen, you are already very powerful.So, don't be confused, don't be afraid, just do what you can and want to do.

Whether it is literature, painting or music, they are flowers that bloom in the human heart, please do not lose them.

Does my long talk make you feel annoyed?I'm sorry for this, but I just feel that I must say it. Maybe I didn't express it very well. If you can get a little something from these boring words, then I will be gratified enough.Or, just treat it as something that can be seen everywhere, and you can see it at a glance. 】

The man put down his pen, his golden pupils were half-closed, he looked sideways at the brightly cleaned window, stood up, walked over, pushed open the window, the wind was blowing head-on, and the curtains on both sides swayed gently with the wind.

The sky is clear and the sun is just right. There are bad places in this world, but there are also good places. This is complexity, and it is precisely because of complexity that the world is rich.

A bird with mottled brown and black feathers fell from a branch to the balcony, tilted its head, and looked at the man with black bean-like eyes.

Stretching out his hand, he gently rubbed the top of the bird's head. The other party let out a 'chee chi' cry, not afraid at all, but fluttered his wings quite intimately, and grabbed one of the man's fingers with his paw.Seeing this, the man let out a low smile.

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When Atsushi Nakajima finished processing the last document, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned back in his chair. Three days had passed since the Shenyin incident was resolved. Kunikida Doppo seemed to have suddenly suffered from pink flower syndrome. On the first day back, I crossed out the flower viewing on the itinerary with a pen. It seems that I don’t want to see pink flowers anymore.

And Miss Xi Ya went to look for her master as always, and she felt that she might gain something.

Occasionally Atsushi Nakajima would think, since he is a character in the book, then the owner should also be in the book, right?Why not go back to the book?But he didn't ask such a question. He always felt that if he asked, something terrible would happen.With this mentality, he has been working in the detective agency.

The follow-up of the mysterious incident is not within the scope of the detective agency's processing. Those who have been hidden by the mysterious have no memory of the mysterious disappearance, but it is impossible for normal people not to care about the disappearance of their own memories, and even have news of their disappearance. .

Although Dazai Osamu has the ability to nullify, but for books, his ability is not as easy and convenient as facing people with different abilities.

Tanizaki Junichiro sighed, "You guys have experienced such a thing." Tanizaki Naomi beside him showed a little interested look. To be honest, whether it was Dragon Boat City, Naraku, or this time Taohuayuan, he was very interested. Luckily avoided it.

Similar to him are Miyano Kenji and Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"It's almost like being excluded." Tanizaki Junichiro complained, of course not only him, but also the ordinary staff of the Armed Detective Agency, which probably belongs to another kind of caring.

After hearing what he said, Atsushi Nakajima forced a smile. When he was in Dragon Boat City, he could still be said to be on vacation, but after that he was gone.

Don't you see, Mr. Kunikida has pink flower syndrome?Atsushi Nakajima complained in his heart, having said that...

He looked around, "Where did Mr. Dazai go?" Did he miss work again?

Kunikida Dopō closed the folder, "Huh? He, that guy went to view the flowers, and asked for leave with the president, saying that he must go because his friend was resurrected with a fraudulent corpse. Really, what is this guy talking about. "Atsushi Nakajima smiled, and he could almost see the words that rushed past Kunikida Doppo's heart.

"Flowers..."

Atsushi Nakajima looked out the window, probably because the book was officially completed, and its influence on reality was gradually weakening. Some trees in Yokohama had begun to sprout green branches and leaves. After all, they were not flowering trees, so it was really embarrassing for others.

The pink tree outside the window dropped its petals, and the soft and delicate pink petals swirled slowly in the air.

"Flowers fall." Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the tree beside him. There were a few pink petals falling on the cover. He reached out and patted those petals off, revealing the writing on the cover.

"Peach Blossom Spring".

"Is there no schedule for viewing flowers?" Fumeng sat on the side, and the mercury-haired maid closed her eyes and poured him a cup of tea.

Zhongyuan Zhong also came over with the book, and the maid also poured him a cup of tea. After he thanked the other party, he replied: "There are ports in Mafia, but because I just came back from a business trip, the leader gave me a vacation. Said Get up, where's Oda?"

"I went to enjoy the flowers with Dazai." Chuya Nakahara's complexion immediately turned dark, he cut the book, and opened the book at hand, "Did that guy Dazai solve the book this time?"

Fumeng nodded, "Isn't it great that a book was born?" The man flipped through today's newspaper, with glasses on the bridge of his nose, which made him look a bit more intellectual.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the newspaper in his hand, "What's wrong with today's newspaper?"

Mr. Fumeng thought for a while, "A masterpiece of the world has appeared. The media are rushing to report it." Nakahara Chuya has nothing to do with art, "Hey, that's it."

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to remember something, and said to the mercury-haired maid: "Crexbe, the one you made before, can you...?!" His eyes widened slightly, and then immediately Restoring calm, "The snake pupils and the scales on the cheeks are exposed."

Mr. Floating Dream looked at the newspaper in his hand, "Don't worry so much, Chuya, Claire also needs to relax."

"Sir! Are you in charge of her?!"

The headline in the newspaper reads——

The masterpiece of Anonymous!Taoyuan Township in the dream!

You can feel the beauty of the painting even in the photo.

[I have something to say, and I will present it to you in a book.

"Book of Yujun"]

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The author has something to say:

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There is more tonight.

I really didn't expect that the update was added yesterday, and the fourth update will still be added today.

After that, there will be the story of Xiya, and then there will be another big copy, and we will go to the next world.

The first words are also what I want to express to everyone. I don’t know if you can feel anything. Cover your face, I’m so useless!beat the breast.I specifically went to read the article today, so everyone should do what they can do.There are a lot of people who go to the official website to respond.

I hope everyone will work hard to move forward!

感谢在2020-05-0522:40:52~2020-05-0618:49:49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 the mine: Mochizuki 1;

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