Today, the weather is sunny and the sun is shining, my dad is holding the puppy he just bought two days ago to go out to play, I am in a happy mood, and I am suddenly startled by a roar of a lion in Hedong.

"Look at how messy the house is?! Why don't you clean it up quickly!" he thought of with a roar like thunder.

Recently, the second hometown was renovated, so I came to live in my house for a few days. My mother was extremely dissatisfied with the habits of my dead house, and even more annoyed at my sloppiness, according to her words, "How can my mother, who is so clean, give birth to such a child as you buryed." So he ordered me to tidy up immediately.

Although with my lazy personality, I am naturally reluctant. But the word of the Mother is a holy decree in our house. So I still paced slowly to tidy up.

As I picked, a notebook slid through the dust of time appeared in front of my eyes, many of which were novels or excerpts from the words and phrases I wrote when I was young, I remember being a little embarrassed when my classmates complained in high school that they were "like a literary youth who went to the mountains and went to the countryside in the seventies of the last century", but now it seems that there are still a lot of touches. Suddenly, a dusty notebook came into view. I hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the dust.

The notebook is wrapped in black leather, which looks simple and elegant, and shiny. Turning the page, I saw the familiar font, and suddenly, a familiar scene, a familiar person, I couldn't help but sigh.

Zhao Qianyu, are you okay?

The first time I met Zhao Qianyu was on a luxury cruise trip. The inviters are some of the world's wealthiest businessmen, and the plan is to cross the Pacific Ocean from Hawaii to the West Coast of the United States.

Because the wealthy businessman has a quirky personality and a penchant for showing off, the people he invites are also strange - passers-by who only have a one-sided relationship, to employees of the company, children of partners, and even waiters in restaurants that he frequents.

No one knows what the criteria for an invitation are.

Coincidentally, or unfortunately, I am the legendary passer-by who only has one side.

There were not many people on the deck, young men with long red hair playing lyre, blonde and brown-haired girls chatting, and another man coming out of the shop with a fat house happy water.

Compared to the young man who played "Dance of the Golden Serpent" on the lyre or the two rather beautiful girls, it was this man who attracted my attention more.

Black hair, slightly fat, slightly short, gives people a sense of innocence and immaturity. But what attracts people is his temperament, which exudes an aura in every gesture.

The truth is, the Dead House will always be attracted to each other, and the Alchemist is even more so.

Friends, no matter what happens, you must remember to must-

Watch out for the second dimension!

So I went over and talked to him.

The two of us were self-acquaintances, shared similar hobbies, and the room was only separated by one room, so we quickly became good friends. At parting, we left each other's contact information and politely said that we would contact each other later.

I thought that this matter would pass like this, but I didn't expect that a month later, I suddenly received a package from him.

Inside the package was a box of oolong tea cakes, as well as a letter.

He said he wanted me to send him all kinds of pear paste candies, preferably once a month.

I ate the tea cake and thought to myself that this was such a strange person, but after all, I went to buy pear paste candy and mail it to him.

And so, the exchange began.

Unexpectedly, this start was half a year.

We switch to a different flavor and brand each time, and then talk about which brand and which flavor we like best.

I was a little touched by this. Not only because I have found a foodie soulmate, but also in modern society, it is really rare to be able to stick to one thing.

For example, someone who insists on being a cute pigeon for many years is so moved that people can't help but beat him up.

Unexpectedly, half a year later, his package stopped for the first time.

I was so disappointed that I didn't know how many times I ran to the post office in a month, but I couldn't do anything about it without my mail.

I used all my connections to find him, and sadly found that I knew nothing but his name.

What's even more sad is that as a dead house who lives with the game for a long time, I have very little interpersonal relationship.

Well, I gradually forgot about it.

After all, everyone has their own life, and he's just a passerby, and I don't seem to have any reason to care about him.

Unexpectedly, after another half a year, I suddenly received his package again. Six large boxes of oolong tea cakes, a letter, and a large stack of thick notes.

The letter said that he was gone, and that I should not look for him in the future.

He came here to find something, but failed, and he went back.

Let's take that notebook as a final gift.

After reading the letter, I thought, well......

It's horrible that I've been communicating with a neurotic for so long.

What do you think about fantasy novels? I went back, where did I go back?

Curiosity is part of human nature, so I flipped through my notes and began to look for an answer.

As I watched, I began to eat tea cakes.

For three days, three whole days, I was eating tea cakes and reading notes.

The note is unique, it seems to be a fantasy story, quite middle two but incredibly true.

Closing the note, I began to think: Could it be that he really came from another world?

It seems that I can only wonder with endless questions.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally decided to write this notebook.

Think of it as a fantasy story.

This is also the origin of "Starlight Demon Soul Record".