Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

After that day, everything went back to normal.

Fumeng was lying by the window, her long hair like crow feathers scattered on the ground, her golden pupils narrowed slightly, "It's really, very quiet here." Maybe it was because he always lived in the bloody storm before, but now Fumeng is particularly I like such an ordinary and quiet life.

Although Yokohama is not bad, but he prefers this kind of life.

"What's more, there is no such book in Yokohama." Mr. Fumeng stretched out his hand, and picked up a third of the book that had been put aside. On the cover of the book was written a line of words - Rashomon.

The man casually turned a page, lazily, without the spirit of sitting at the table before.

Many times, Fumeng is more used to being alone, and Crexbe also knows that he loves being alone, and will leave him a space to be alone.

Early in the morning, the medicine seller was dragged away by Abe Seimei on the grounds of studying herbal medicine.The impact of world integration is very large. As a god, Abe Seimei is naturally pulled away to deal with various things.

Just like what Ghost Lantern said, the gods in the kingdom of heaven are basically self-important, and all the so-called work is left behind. It is no wonder that every time Ghost Lantern mentions the gods of Gao Tianyuan, they always have a cold face, as if they want to repair each other at any time Same.

What's more, Abe Seimei is definitely not the type that you tell me to do it, and I will do it. The obedient god is not talking about him.On the contrary, Abe Seimei has the arrogance and rebellion of the demon in his bones.This person, although he looks solemn and personable on the surface, is full of self and rebellion inside. He will always only look at the people around him, and he will not take a second look at those who have nothing to do with him.

Therefore, Fumeng is very sure that Abe Seimei must have had enough of the god's evasion and ran down for a walk.

Fumeng yawned, and turned another page. The black font printed on the paper was extremely neat, the indoor lighting was just right, and the wind chimes tied under the eaves made a crisp sound due to the wind blowing.

Just then, a voice sounded.

"Are you the guy that sister Beauty said?"

The voice came from the window. If it was an ordinary person, he would have been taken aback by the sudden appearance of the voice. After all, it is impossible for ordinary people to talk directly by the window on the second floor.

But neither the person who spoke to nor Floating Dream expressed any surprise.

The long golden curly hair is like gold, and the scarlet pupils make the girl look like a western vampire. She extended her hand to say hello, showing two pointed canine teeth, "Hello." Go to the book and look at her.

Lula is really too much like a large doll. Her brilliant golden hair can even see a circle of light in the sun. She leaned on the window sill with her hands and flipped in lightly, "Where is the thing?" Actually, she is not I really want to come here, but there are some things that she wants to bring back.

The man with night-like black hair lowered his head again, and opened the book, "It's on the table, after taking it, let's go."

Looking around the room, he saw the book on the table.Lula walked over, opened it and looked at it, "It took more than 100 years to finish a book, you are really slow." She complained a little, others didn't know it, but she knew it. In those days, beautiful women How long have you been worrying about a book?

Lula looked hesitantly at the man who didn't pay attention to her movements, and then looked at the book in her hand.She was really curious about the book.But this is Dan Yan's, if she peeps, she will be unhappy, right?After guessing in her heart, Lula finally decided to read this book, but she didn't read it from the beginning, the beginning of the story, but directly turned to the end.

She quickly browsed the book in her hand, and after seeing the last word, she was silent for a long time.

"This book, this story..."

Lula frowned. No matter from which point of view, it was not an excellent story, but it gave people a very subtle feeling.

Is this woman in the story, really, Dan Yan?

"Why on earth did you write this book?" Lula was not stupid, on the contrary, she was very keen, and she could feel the contradictions in the whole thing.

Under the blond girl's questioning, the black-haired man was unmoved, and his voice was unusually calm, "This book, this story, is what she asked for."

Lula watched the man raise his head, and suddenly she took two steps back, her body tensed, her scarlet pupils shrunk, the pupils were like fruit cores, the lower and upper ends were slightly pointed, or in other words, they were a pair of animal pupils.

The man's eyes are now like the sky in a snowstorm, with the gray of harsh wind, frost and blizzard, but they are not dull, but unusually clear gray.

"She likes you very much."

Lula lowered her head slightly, not wanting to make any response.

"But you don't know her." The man's voice was a little low, but still pleasant, but his temperament at this time was completely opposite to the previous lazy temperament, "There is no need to deny it, because 'we' are all like this."

Fumeng stood up, still holding a book in his hand, his long hair contrasted sharply with his somewhat pale complexion. "You can get to know her and she will tell you."

Like, I'll tell him.

The man left the room, leaving the girl alone. She was holding the book, as if she was thinking about something. After a while, she opened it from the window again, and left in a few moments.

The maid who stood at the corner and hadn't shown her face came out from the corner. Her quicksilver pupils showed sharp snake pupils, and a small piece of silvery white scales appeared on her cheeks. how she got in.

"Sir, is it all right?"

Crexby's voice was cold and organic, like a machine that had been artificially programmed, without any emotion of her own.The man shook his head, "It's okay." After the words fell, the shadows of the group of snakes that were about to break free and rush out became normal again, lurking quietly.

"Dan Yan will take care of it."

The eyes of the maid with mercury-colored long hair returned to normal, and her flat voice did not waver because of the name and the meaning behind it. "That, Millennium Empress, is very courageous."

Because of his reason, he will be extraordinarily sincere when judging others.Taking on the decline of a dynasty and the beginning of another era with one person, this emperor is destined to be extraordinary.But anyway, now they are liberated.

Mercury Snake turned his attention to what to eat for lunch with a blank face, and stopped paying attention to those two people.No matter what, it has nothing to do with her, what she has to do is to serve the man around her, that's all.

As Crexby considered the lunch menu, the man smiled.The maid with the same color of hair and eyes tilted her head, "What are you happy about?" Those silver-gray eyes were clear and misty, like a dream of an era.

"I'm just happy that she's found someone who wants to know her and be there for her."

Crexby's expression remained the same, "She has changed." She became peaceful, gentle, tolerant, and finally like a queen.

"Yes, she has changed, and so have I."

Although Floating Dream's voice was very soft, Cresby, who was a step away from him, still heard his words clearly.She lowered her head, the words suddenly turned around and came to her.

"Perhaps you would like to tell me your story."

The silver-gray pupils and mercury-colored eyes looked at each other, equally calm, without waves, although it was cold, it was like the fine snow falling quietly on a certain day in winter, with imperceptible softness.

"of course."

The woman who was always expressionless finally showed a smile. It was the flying fine snow, a creature in the snow, and the mercury-colored pupils sparkled, "I am extremely happy."

Afterwards, she added another sentence, "But wait until I get ready for lunch." With a touch of witty words, the Mercury Snake was obviously cold, but at the moment it was extremely harmonious.

What does it take to create a story?

An idea that can make people pick up a pen, collect necessary or unnecessary information, the motivation to keep writing, and an environment suitable for writing.

It sounds easy, but it's actually quite difficult.

Probably in order to find the original feeling, the two of them were by the fireplace at this time, and it was snowing outside the window. Looking around, it was already a silvery white, and the sky was gray, with distinct shades of gray.There is snow falling on the cedar, but it is still tall and straight in the wind and snow.

There was a crackling sound in the fireplace, and the flames were flickering.

The woman with long mercury hair was sitting on the sofa with a blanket covering her legs, and on the sofa next to her, there was a man like her with a blanket covering her legs.The windows keep out the sound of the wind and snow, and the room is filled with a cozy atmosphere.

The carpet on the ground has complicated patterns, soft and thick.Crexby looked at the flames dancing in the fireplace and seemed lost in memory.In fact, she doesn't like to recall the past, she will carefully hide the precious memories of getting along with her husband as treasures, just like Fafnir in Norse mythology is hostile to all those who peep at her treasures, or like The mother-of-pearl wraps its own pearl in a soft lining.

Crexby knows that in human society, love and life have always been the eternal themes of creation, from drama, literature, to music, both of which run through ancient and modern times.

Although I don't want to say this, in fact, Claire doesn't think her story is very attractive. Some people regard it as a waste shoe, while others regard it as a treasure.

So with this thought in mind, I used my usual voice to recall those stories in the wind and snow.Although a long, long time has passed in terms of time, those memories are as new as they are treasured by the owner.

This story is actually quite ordinary.

Because it's a—

[The story of loving and being loved.

Die Geschichtev on Liebe und Liebe.]

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The second update, complete!