Two years later, in winter, Moscow.

The melodious "Moonlight" was playing in the coffee shop, and the hot air curled up above the coffee cup. Someone picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"...Confinement in one place is nothing but poultry, and freedom to come and go is a bird." The young man who was speaking rested his chin with one hand, and then gently slid the diamond plate on his head to one side, with the word "Dream" written on it.The heat of the coffee did not soften his sharpness, and those strange purple-gold pupils were still full of deep thought and sharp brilliance.

"Well, so these two years, I have been very happy." Yuan Xiwu said with a smile, "Thank you too, President."

"You can just call me Z." The boy waved his hand, and didn't like the title "President" very much.

"Speaking of which you go back this time..."

He said slowly as a crow pecked at the cookies on his plate.

"I'm going to get married."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Yuan Xiwu choked on a sip of water and made a violent coughing sound, but he couldn't refute.

"Ah, in this way, am I the first to know the news?" The young man thought for a while, "As the president, you have to show something, and there is nothing to give away. The [Coral Princess] is berthed in the North Atlantic Ocean. I'll give you a few days."

Yuan Xiwu was still coughing, the boy's cell phone rang, he picked it up and listened to a few words, his expression gradually became numb.

"If there is something to do, let's meet again on another day?" Yuan Xiwu came over and proposed like this.

"Alright."

The two settled the bill and left the cafe, saying goodbye at the door.The weather in Moscow in early spring was still very cold, Yuan Xiwu watched the boy leave, and suddenly tilted his head in doubt.

"She...Z, is that the direction you go home?"

The black-haired boy turned his head and shook his phone at him.

"My house was bombed." He said lightly, as if he had experienced it countless times. "Just now the police station called and asked me to go there."

"..."

In this situation, Yuan Xiwu really didn't know how to comfort him, didn't he just blow up once last month!

One person and one crow walked away slowly, and Yuan Xiwu could still hear their conversation after a distance.

"What's the date today?" It was the boy who asked.

"NO.13." Crow replied.

"What time is the deadline?"

"NO.14."

"..."

"..."

After one person and one crow stood still for three seconds, they began to run wildly.

Yuan Xiwu couldn't hold back, but still smiled.A little snow fell in the sky, and it would still snow in Moscow in spring, but he seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of flowers.

He took out a letter with a bunch of sunset flowers in it.

He found a public phone booth on the street where he could make international calls.The phone only rang twice before being picked up by the other end.

"Evening Mist."

Still recognized it right away.

"Kyoya, the letter has been received."

"...Are you coming back?"

Yuan Xiwu was holding the phone, and in his dark purple eyes, there was light snow in Moscow.

"Well, I'm going back!"

[Do you know the flower language of Xiwuhua? 】

【Yes……】

[Warm lovesickness, deep love. 】

【End of text】

The author has something to say:

Flowers are over!I was so excited that I almost didn't cry on the spot. In the end, I was stuck to death. Fortunately, I finally finished writing!Thank you for your unwavering support (choked up)

I put part of the relationship line in the extra episode "Flowers and Birds", probably after marriage?Super sweet!Welcome to candy!

The president who appeared in this chapter is the protagonist of the next article, Dream Pillow Tapir. I plan to write a more rigorous unit essay in Chinese. I don’t know when it will be ready, so I can bookmark it first!Of course, it has nothing to do with this article, it's all like a parallel world.

"Supernatural Power Named Tang Ghost Banquet [Comprehensive]"

After receiving the winning prize of a certain literary award-a villa in Tokyo, the up-and-coming novelist Dream Pillow Tapir moved out of Yokohama with his crow assistant without stopping.

He doesn't want to live that kind of life that explodes everywhere when he walks on the street, the house goes up to the sky at every turn, and the takeaway is always destroyed on the road!This is not the treatment an unsung hero who spends his days trying to write novels to save the world deserves!

In a duplex villa in Tokyo, a novelist with black hair and different eyes writes, and all the negative emotions in the city gather at the end of the pen——

The King of Sheep is wandering in the street with intertwined eaves, and the black bird of the unified real country descends with eternal age, the blue flowers on the other side shine in the water, the planet that gave birth to the dragon veins is like an array of fish scales, and the lock of the sky wears a flower crown and walks among the world...

The handwriting on the manuscript paper turned into super-level curse spirits and surrounded the novelist, whispering and laughing loudly.

The novelist finished the last word, he raised his head, letting Tianguang shine all over his body.

……and many more.

The Dream Pillow Tapir sat in the ruins, staring blankly at the group of people fighting in front of him.

So how is this different from living in Yokohama? ? ?

【Rear attention】

1. The Dream Pillow Tapir is set like the cover. It is set that his creation is fueled by negative forces, and he needs to collect materials from the field and create spells or spells.

2. Wen Zhongwen, Wen Zhongwen is original, why Wen Zhongwen has no food... (slowly looking at his legs)

3. The currently confirmed stories: "Sheep", "The Fool", "This Shore", "Son of Man", "Dragon Scale", "Ring"

4. CP is 5t5.

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