Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The mercury-haired girl is wearing a black and white maid outfit, with a long skirt reaching above her ankles, which is a bit more intellectual. She is not much different from the maids who serve in the royal family.She undoubtedly has a good look, and her eyes are always exposed in the white lace blindfold.At the moment, she is concentrating on the work at hand.She is making tea. Good tea not only needs good water and tea leaves, but also needs good craftsmanship, so that the taste of the tea can be fully reflected.

Crexbe was doing her work meticulously. She estimated the time accurately in her heart, pinched the time in seconds, and lifted the tea stove. The tea was already brewed. , is not something to be surprised at.

Her day is busy but not busy, but trivial enough.

Three meals a day and cleaning are the most basic things to do as a maid, and there are some things that ordinary maids cannot do.

Crashby picked up the tray and walked towards the house where the master was.

"Sir, I'm coming in."

She opened the door, and the black-haired man was working at his desk. He raised his head when he heard a voice, and his gold-rimmed glasses were clamped on the bridge of his nose. His voice was calm, "Just put it there." He pointed to a small Where the block is free.The house was still the one full of literati temperament that the medicine man had seen before, but it was not too messy, because Crexby had already cleaned it.

"Is it not going well, sir?"

Crexbe put down the tray, held the teapot and poured tea into the teacup, the clear and thorough tea smoked a little mist from the cup wall.Naturally, good tea should be paired with a good cup. The surface of white porcelain is glazed and smooth, and it is delicate and brilliant in the hand. It is a rare good thing.

Mr. Fu Meng took a sip of tea, "Well, Lushan Yunwu?" Crexby nodded, it was Lushan Yunwu tea.She looked around, "Is Master Yaolang coming back for dinner today?"

The pharmacist disappeared early in the morning, but neither Fumeng nor Claire were worried. After all, this is the characteristic of the pharmacist, not to mention that he is not the kind of guy who can't protect himself.

Mr. Floating Dream pushed down his glasses, "He should stay there for a day or two, you don't need to prepare today. Mr. Ghost Lantern wants to buy me a drink." Crexbe nodded kindly, and she retreated from the room. Went out, leaving only Fumeng alone.

Mr. Fumeng narrowed his eyes, the sunlight was scattered on the tatami, the shoji door was kept open, and the scenery in the courtyard could be seen.Mr. Fumeng raised his hand to take a book, the front part still had text, but the back was blank, as if the author of the book hadn't finished the book.

Isn't that so.

Mr. Fumeng shook his head, picked up the pen in his hand, and wrote smoothly on the manuscript paper.

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Without humans, even his own life trajectory is completely different from ordinary humans.Most of the teenagers at my age are still studying in school, but I have already been walking on the street, because my heart tells me that if there is something, I must do it and know it.

Mr. A didn't say a word about it, how should I put it, that kind of attitude, it's like your own son, you can mess around casually, but if something happens, hehe.

I thought of his split mouth and the only smile on his face at that time, and I couldn't help shaking.But he still made me carry a long bag every day, black, without any logo, and I don't know what's in it.I asked him later, and he told me to watch quietly, black bags are always useful.

I was skeptical, and went up and down with my bag on my back every day. Among other things, I exercised a pair of good legs and feet.Later, I wished I could slap myself to death.

In the world of monsters, it is an eternal law of nature that the weak will eat the strong, and the weak will die and be eaten. This is a matter of course.I agree too, until one day, I was stalked by a group of monsters, they were trying to eat me, I could feel it.

Just when I was stuck in a dead end, the bag I was carrying was pulled open at some point, the zipper turned into sharp teeth, and the deep black surged up, those monsters were eaten, almost In an instant, the black faded away like a tide, and the backpack was moving, as if some small animal was struggling inside. I knew it was chewing on its own things.

It seemed to have had a full meal, quieted down, and turned into an ordinary bag again.

But I know that everything is different.

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Mr. Fumeng seldom uses the words in his pen to reflect anything. Naturally, he does not have enough experience and does not have a pair of sharp eyes. Even the words in his pen cannot be described as sharp. He and criticism seem to have no commonality.But he doesn't care, what his eyes see is the sky, the stars, the universe, mountains, rivers, lakes, the sky or the ocean, magnificent and grand, his eyes can't see the existence of small human beings.

That's why Osamu Dazai had the feeling that he was finally seen by his husband.The fact is that cruel.Human beings are nothing in front of nature, the universe, and the world.

Mr. Fumeng stroked the pen in his hand, his hands were a little itchy, and he wanted to find someone to play chess with.

Perhaps in Natsume Takashi's view, Mr. Fumeng is a very villainous guy, who looks like a mastermind behind the scenes, but Mr. Fumeng thinks he is just an ordinary guy, quietly nesting in his small place, what is written.

Natsume......

Natsume is really a very strange surname, Mr. Fumeng thought so.Coincidentally, he knew, or rather knew, that there were three surnamed Natsume.One is an old man who hides in Yokohama and wanders around Yokohama as a cat, one is Natsume Takashi, and the other is a woman who has a close relationship with Natsume Takashi.

Natsume Reiko.

Mr. Fu Meng picked up the teacup and took a sip, feeling the aroma of tea on the tip of his tongue.The reason why Mr. Fumeng knew her was not because of any account of friends, but because of Nuliang.Nuliang Huapiao's wife is a human being. Since she is a human being, she will die naturally. But since there are monsters in this world, how can there be no hell and heaven?God exists.

Xie Ji is different from ordinary humans in that she has the ability to cure diseases.This is also a lovely ability among gods. Therefore, there is no doubt that Her Royal Highness did not reincarnate after her death, but went to the kingdom of heaven.The same is true for Natsume Reiko. Now, whether the two are friends is another matter, but they definitely know each other.

Mr. Fumeng crossed his hands and walked on the plank. Although he was free alone, he sometimes felt deserted.His destination is not other places, but the kingdom of heaven. It just so happens that he hasn't seen Bai Ze for a long time.An old friend has seen one, and the others will also meet.

Heaven, Taoyuan Township.

Momotaro quietly looked at the young man standing aside. His light blond hair was tied up and hung on his shoulders. Although he looked seductive, he was also very quiet.But do all pharmacists have such personalities?Momotaro was a little puzzled in his mind, whether it was his boss Bai Ze, the ghost lamp, or the young man in front of him, they all felt different.

Naturally, Bai Ze didn't care about Momotaro's muttering in his heart. He glanced at the drug seller, "Huh? It's so rare that I didn't carry your suitcase today." Ze couldn't help but hesitate, "It's at Fumeng."

Bai Ze propped his face on one hand, and elongated his tone slightly, "Hey—the relationship between you is really as good as ever." He just teased a few words verbally, put down his hands, straightened his waist, "Is Fumeng coming today? I haven't seen him for a long time." The drug seller quietly put away his things, "Probably, he came here."

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, his light blue eyes drooped slightly, he didn't know what he was looking at, "It's true, long time no see."

While the two were talking, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Momotaro glanced at the two people who were discussing Han Fang together, and walked over to open the door resignedly.

"Who is it? Momotaro-kun?"

Bai Ze didn't hear the footsteps coming back, so he asked a question casually.

Momotaro looked at the person in front of him, his heart started beating thumpingly, he swallowed, "That... May I ask who you are?"

The visitor seemed a little puzzled, his thick and slender eyelashes slapped twice like a fan, "I'm looking for Bai Ze, may I ask, is he there?"

The other party only curled his lips slightly, but it was unforgettable. He had the comfort and ease of ink painting, the exquisite beauty of oil painting, and the elegance and beauty of Japanese style. He used countless words to describe it, but in the end it was only fixed in the word "beauty". superior.

Seeing that Momotaro didn't answer for a long time, Bai Ze walked over, "Who the hell came...?!" Seeing that face that could only be described as beautiful, Bai Ze suddenly paused.After a long time, he blinked, "Yo, long time no see, Fumeng." Fumeng nodded slightly with a smile on her face.

Looking at it from Momotaro's point of view, he is gentle and polite, and I really don't know why he is on good terms with Bai Ze.

Bai Ze knew what Momotaro was thinking at a glance, the corners of his mouth twitched, the guy in front of him now looked gentle and polite, with a well-educated temperament, but did he know that if this guy peeled off that layer of skin, there would be a what kind of guy.

Bai Ze looked pitiful, and Momotaro was confused.

Bai Ze: Another guy who was deceived by Floating Dream's appearance at a young age.

But will Bai Ze remind him?How can it be!He didn't want to experience the means of floating dreams in a bad mood.

The drug seller looked at the people walking towards him, put down the Chinese prescription in his hand, "We mentioned you just now." Mr. Fu Meng smiled, "It seems that I came just in time."

He sat on the stool and did not participate in the discussion between the two of them.

Momotaro looked curiously at the person sitting quietly on the stool, and couldn't help asking, "Would you like something to drink?" Mr. Fumeng looked over, and Momotaro's heart beat twice again. Mr. Fu Meng thought about his appearance, but he suddenly asked, "How is it now?"

Momotaro was confused for a moment, and Mr. Fumeng's long and narrow eyes moved, "Is the heart still beating so fast?" Momotaro touched his heart subconsciously, "No, no more."

Mr. Fumeng nodded knowingly, "That's good."

In Yokohama, although he is also very good-looking, the people there did not lose their composure like Momotaro because of this. Of course, this is because the gentleman not only puts away his aura, but also makes others pay attention to his appearance. If not, How can he retire quietly.

It's like this now because I was drunk that day, and my spells fluctuated a bit. Now that it has stabilized, naturally nothing will happen.

Bai Ze crossed his hips, "You don't feel tired when you always cover up." He shook his head, deeply feeling that Fumeng had wasted a good face, which made him extremely heartbroken.

Mr. Floating Dream glanced at him, "I'm going to hell later."

Bai Ze frowned, "Why do you want to go to hell?!"

"Ghost Lantern invited me to drink." Mr. Fu Meng paused, "Don't cause trouble to Ghost Lantern."

Bai Ze curled his lips in disdain, and showed his previous rogue energy, and the two had a considerable discussion on weakening the spell.

【あなたが想できる。

as you can imagine. 】

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The author has something to say:

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Sir is also a great beauty!

Bai Ze: Another guy who was deceived by the appearance of floating dreams. (distressed.jpg)

Momotaro: Beauty... beauty!

Drug seller: I agree with the above.

MR: I'm just a normal guy.