[ONE PIECE] The daily life of Shura field in four eyes

Chapter79

Stars x Engraving x I love you

——Memory is a piece of glass

It was completely broken, but you sprinkled it with sugar that heals everything.

I stepped in without hesitation and searched desperately

Until the hands are already bloody and bloody, until the pain spreads into the heart

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It was another quiet night, and the world fell into a peaceful and peaceful dreamland.

Some people can only watch the distant stars in the sky, just like hoping that their loved ones can come back to their side again.

lonely and quiet

The deck of Moby Dick was illuminated by starlight, and a vague figure could be seen vaguely.

He sat on the ground holding a lamp, facing the deep and quiet sea, and looked at the starry sky above his head in ecstasy.

The footers of the notepad in my hand were blown by the sea breeze, and I could vaguely see the handwriting that was not pretty but still neat.

Every word on it is related to her.

They are all memories that haunt him

Marco lowered his head and opened the cover page of the notepad. There was a photo with yellowed corners, and the face of the smiling girl on the picture became a little blurry.

But the past with her existence seemed to be deeply engraved in his mind.

Never dimmed by the passage of time

How long has it been since the last time I saw her?

Marco took off the pen clipped on the notebook, turned to the last page, and silently wrote down a number.

472

Looking forward, there are densely packed numbers written down in this order.

Staring at this thin number that contained infinite thoughts, Marco lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He has not seen Seleustin for 472 days

Life on the sea is casual and unstable. The friends who just had a drink together yesterday may die on this too vast sea tomorrow.

There are even some people who only meet once in this life, and when we meet again, they are already on the other side of the river.

Therefore, most of the pirates are very honest about their inner desires. If they want territory, they will grab it. They will drink wantonly without fear of being groggy and unable to get out of bed the next day. They will be happy to fall in love with a beautiful and passionate beauty, even if They would sail away again the next day, destined to be far away from such a gentle country.

Because no one can predict the overwhelming power, the wealth at your feet, the strong wine in your mouth, and the beauty in your palms

Will it only exist at this moment and no longer favor them, the prodigal sons living on the sea?

So plundering at will is the normal behavior of pirates.

However, Marko had nothing to do with Seleustin.

His fingertips touched a sentence recorded on the vellum, and he blinked his dry eyes.

[The day she turned 18, she became my lover]

Marco recorded everything he remembered about her here?

For example, he remembered that Seleustin was particularly fond of cleanliness, which may have something to do with her liking to wear light-colored clothes.

Light colors are indeed suitable for her, whether it is as blue as the washed sky, as tranquil as the peach blossoms blooming in the mountains, as green as the young leaves with the fragrance of trees, or as fresh as the spring breeze and as warm as Warm yellow

As long as it's on her, it's the most beautiful color in the world

But what Marco knows is that Seleustin’s favorite thing is still a plain dress.

In fact, when living on a ship, skirts are often not very convenient, but even though Selustine is used to lifting the hem of skirts subconsciously, she is not willing to change her preference of wearing skirts.

Just because, at the beginning of their meeting, Marco gave her a white dress

So from then on, she loved light and elegant colors, and she liked all kinds of long skirts the most.

Like a mark, at the beginning of everything, the origin of all love and hate

Marco is her mark

He still remembered that Seleustin especially liked to listen to the sound of his heartbeat

Every time he held her, she always had to move around for a long time, just to be able to put her ear to his heart and listen to the beating sound coming from there.

At this time, Selustine will become particularly talkative. Basically, she will agree to any request made by others.

It was as if the ordinary heartbeat had some magic power for her, enough to make her forget all her worries and just be immersed in this full sense of security.

Later, they became lovers, and Selustine became more and more serious.

When she wakes up in the morning, she must lean on his chest for a while after a good morning kiss. As long as she hugs her tightly, she must put her little head tightly against his chest. At the banquet in the evening, she always uses After drinking, I naturally snuggled into his arms and listened to the heartbeat.

There were countless nights illuminated by the stars, where she would always lean on his heart, with a smile on her lips, and fall asleep peacefully.

For her, Marco's heartbeat is the cure-all

Also, Seleustin actually longs for a complete family.

So she is very attached to her father, and she likes to hear his low but gentle voice when he calls her "girl".

She never mentioned her past to her family members in the Whitebeard Pirates. Marco later found out that she had a brother who died young because she told Ace one day.

Her brother had tried to cook for her. The smile on Seleustine's face when she mentioned this, and the tears that filled her eyes, made Marco feel heartbreaking pain.

Her mother is a very gentle person, but unfortunately she was not able to accompany her to grow up safely.

Marco learned about this on a beautiful sunny day

At that time, Selustine had just returned from swimming in the sea with Namuel, and her golden hair was still dripping with water when she sat on the deck.

She looked at the sea in ecstasy, as if she had seen something nostalgic. Her smile was still beautiful, but her eyes showed sadness.

He was by her side at the time and couldn't help asking her the reason for her sadness.

Then, his girl came forward and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose.

That was a custom taught to Seleutine by her mother

That's deep love and blessings

She would occasionally talk to Marco about the future

As decades pass by, this rough sea still carries immortal legends and buries countless treasures, but they have long since grown old.

What will life be like by then?

Seleustine did not want to continue wandering on the sea. She once said that she hoped that Marco could take her to retreat together, find a comfortable and remote island, and live a life without fighting against the world.

When the time comes, they will stay by each other's side and become an ordinary couple who work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Life may no longer be filled with so many unknown adventures, it may become dull and comfortable

But with her around, Marco was happy

The same is true for Seleucid

Even though she never said it, Marco knew that Seleustin longed to have a family more than anyone else

So later, when they had a child who was about to be born, she suddenly burst into tears.

At that time, Selustine huddled on the white bed in the medical room and held his hand tightly.

An overly beautiful face with a smile mixed with tears

Marco sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. When his eyes met her misty eyes, for no reason, his eyes also turned red.

The emotion that filled my whole chest at that time was so hot

They are going to have a common home

That child is the inheritance of his and her bloodline, the crystallization of all their hopes.

It is the testimony of their love

Marco tightened the pen in his hand, and the pen tip stayed on a brand new page without falling.

For a long time, he raised his hand and rubbed the end of his red eyes, and wrote a sentence one by one, as if piously engraved on his heart.

[The boy's name is Angelos, the girl's name is chosen by the father]

[She wishes it was a girl]

In fact, dad is also very happy, maybe he is also secretly thinking about what kind of name he should choose.

It's a pity that they couldn't wait for the birth of this child

Seleustin didn't wait, and neither did Dad.

they lost that home

Marco seemed to be drained of all his strength by these simple words. He raised his head and looked up at the sky in this darkness where he was the only one.

Alone, guarding their memories

Seleustin's figure appeared in the newspaper, but not with the red hair.

He didn't know what happened to her, why her face looked so haggard, why there had been no news for more than a year.

But he was in no position to ask

It's like even if he misses her so much at this moment, he still has no position to chase her back and bring her to Moby Dick again.

The partners Seleustin recognized were the red-haired gang, while Marco was just a friend who knew her "past"

Even this so-called "past" is just a clumsy lie

After all, for Seleustin in that world, she grew up on the Moby-Dick, and she regarded the Whitebeard Pirates as her home, and they spent ten long years together.

But she is not from this world. She has even disappeared into Marco's arms and has become a flower that can only bloom in memory.

Marco is very afraid, afraid that Seleustin in this world will recover the memory of the blank ten years, afraid that she will realize that the "past" she said is just a lie to try to retain her.

Because by then, he will really become a passer-by who has nothing to do with her, and will no longer have the right to love her.

He will lose her completely

Marco looked at the notepad in his hand page by page. One by one, the ten years that belonged to them were basically engraved on the paper.

He has nothing to write about anymore

However, Marco still cannot see Seleustin’s return date

There is nothing left to record, and there is no memory to recall in my mind countless times every day.

How should he survive this day when he can't see the way forward at all?

Marco didn't know the answer to this question. He stared at the handwriting that belonged to him, paranoid, as if he could see her familiar smile through those thin pieces of paper.

It doesn't matter, there are many, many stories between them, and he still has many things to record.

He still has countless memories, enough to support him through this long night

Only in this way, only relying on that love that never fades, can he continue to live nonchalantly every day.

She stubbornly picked up the pen, and her voice appeared in her ears again.

Full of love and tenderness

[One day at sunset, she leaned into my arms]

[She said, "I love you"]