Mr. Fu Hei doesn't think so

Fu Heihui has only had a mother for one year and eight months.

The reality is different from the movie. The death of a person will not give you a little bit of buffer time, but suddenly stops breathing on a certain day, making those who stay behind face the cruel fact that they will never be able to see each other again.

Shier took his young son to the funeral home to pick up his wife's ashes, and then buried her in the best cemetery in the city.

Huili's parents died young, and she has no relatives. She didn't even know her friends in the workplace, so he simply didn't inform anyone.

He only sat cross-legged in front of his wife's tomb with his son in his arms on the day after Huili's burial, stayed silent for several hours, and then left.

The family without Eri seemed to lose all vitality at that moment.

Zenyuan Shier didn't want to care about anything for a long time, and he just smoked and drank every day. It was only because of the relationship between the sky and the strong body endowed by the curse that he couldn't get drunk no matter what, and finally smashed the bottle on the ground in anger. On the ground, never touched again.

Except for three meals a day and barely remembering to feed his almost two-year-old son, Shi Er does nothing.

The things in the house were messy, the sanitation was not cleaned again, clothes were scattered everywhere, and the photos of the sweet and happy family of three on the wall were very dazzling, and they were all taken off and thrown aside.

Zenyuan Shi'er was lying on the ground in a daze, with a considerable number of cigarette butts scattered around him.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and only a little moonlight shone in through the glass windows of the balcony.

Fu Heihui, who was locked in the room, called his father several times in a milky voice, but there was no response. Finally, he let out a breath, climbed off the crib carefully, walked to the door in the dark, then stood on tiptoe, trying to The man grabbed the doorknob with his hand and lifted the doorknob with his body weight.

"..." It was also dark outside, and the smell of wine and tobacco was mixed together, which was very unpleasant.

The corridor is full of garbage scattered everywhere, even glass shards, which is completely different from the warm home in Fu Heihui's impression.

If it was me who was less than two years old, I would probably be panicked and overwhelmed by now.

The warm home in the past suddenly disappeared, and my father suddenly became decadent and ignored him.

A normal one-year-old child should have no idea what's going on.

Fu Heihui couldn't blame Shier.

Because he could understand the pain after the death of Eili's mother, but unlike himself, who was vaguely prepared, this man received bad news suddenly, and the pain between them was not equal.

Shier is much more painful and desperate than I am.

Hui, who habitually ignores her own pain and puts herself in a second-class position, thought this way, while touching the wall and taking steps, carefully taking advantage of the light from the window to bypass the broken glass on the ground, and slowly walked to the living room.

He tilted his head to look at the black figure lying on his side on the ground.

Fu Heihui walked over and squatted down, reached out and pushed the man's strong back.

"dad."

Almost two years old, he can already utter these two words with simple tones clearly with his immature voice.

But Shire didn't move and ignored him.

"..."

Fu Heihui really wanted to say something, but looking at the cigarette butts and wine bottles everywhere, he finally pursed his lips and fell silent, and withdrew his hand.

The big, round green eyes drooped down.

[Shier is an old kid who can't love himself and always wants to give up on himself. If no one pulls him, he will definitely go on the wrong path. ]

[Xiaohui, hurry up and grow up, father will entrust you. ]

My mother's last words before her death echoed in my mind.

Fu Heihui, who has been reborn from the future to the present, proves that what Eri said is accurate.

It's so accurate, his mother Huili really knows the character of Zenyuan Shier very well.

Fu Heihui used to hate his father very much.

Because in his past memory, that guy was an out-and-out scum, and he didn't fulfill his father's responsibility at all.

It wasn't until he was reborn that he realized that wasn't the case, at least not entirely.

Fu Heihui, who was really young in the past, would not understand [what he saw was not the whole truth].

Only Fu Heihui, who had an older soul after rebirth, knew that Shi Er had really worked hard to become a qualified husband and father.

This is the only time I've tried.

Fu Heihui tugged at her clothes, recalling her mother's last words, her brows were tightly frowned, her little face was clenched into a ball,

You have to keep an eye on Shier, and don't let him become what you remember... Fu Heihui feels that he has a long way to go.

This guy fell so fast.

It seems that he himself changed only for Eri, and after losing the other party, he fell back with almost no struggle.

The young Hui sat down next to Shier, curled up with his legs hugged, leaning on his father's thick and warm back, with his soft chin resting on his knees, and carefully sorted out his thoughts.

Now I am one year old and in my early ten months, and the time Shi Er will disappear from the world in the future is... I am in the first grade of elementary school, no, Shi Er has not been back for a long time when he was in the first grade of elementary school, so the time should be earlier Some.

He remembered that Wutiao teacher, who was still studying at the high school of conjuration at that time, found him, and the other party told him, who was only six years old at the time, about being sold by Shier to the family of the Buddhist monastery.

He believed it. After all, this was indeed something his father could do. For money, he sold his son with the talent of a conjurer... Although it may not seem so simple now, but he was sold This matter should not be faked.

There was no need for Mr. Wujo to deceive him, and he was brought back to the Chanyuan family by Mr. Wutiao to show off after the awakening spell. He still remembered the expressions of the people in the Zenyuan family after seeing his spell.

So he can be sure it's true.

Since Mr. Wutiao became his guardian, Shi Er did not appear again.

If you just take the money from selling yourself and go for fun.

Fu Heihui couldn't help recalling the undead she saw in the last World War in Shibuya, and her expression was a little heavy.

...But if it was because of [death] that he never appeared in front of him again, then he would have to do something no matter what.

There are still a few years before Shi Er disappears from the world. At that time, the self who grew up a little...wouldn't be the same as now, watching Huili's mother suffer, but unable to do anything, right?

Fu Heihui is a child who is easily persuaded by a little favor and kindness.

As long as it is the people and things he believes, he will hardly change his mind.

The image of the irresponsible Fu Heisher in the previous life gradually faded away, and the memory of Zenyuan Shier gently hugging himself who was only a few months old, and patiently coaxing him to sleep with a hoarse voice became more and more vivid.

Father……

Fu Heihui pursed his lips, shook his head, and shook that little piece of warmth out of his mind.

No, it's for Eri's mother's last words.

If you can't save your mother, then you must protect your mother's last words and take good care of Shier.

"Ah-"

A gust of wind suddenly blew through the window, and Fu Heihui, who was more than one year old, shrank her body, and suddenly sneezed a little.

It is now October, and the temperature at night is a bit chilly, especially when lying on the cold and hard floor, the chill is even heavier.

Because she started to feel cold, Fu Heihui looked at the man behind him belatedly.

Lying on the ground like this is likely to catch a cold.

Fu Heihui, who was a little reflexively uneasy about the disease, subconsciously forgot that his father could tear apart the super-standard physique. He stood up and pulled La Shier's arm thicker than his legs. He didn't pull it, but instead his feet slipped and he fell a buttock.

His cheeks puffed up instinctively, he frowned and tilted his head to think for a while, finally got up slowly, pushed away all the cigarette butts around Shier, and then swept aside the glass fragments in the corridor bit by bit, finally Taking unsteady steps, he staggered back to the room and pulled the quilt off the bed.

Fu Heihui barely picked up a corner of the quilt with both hands, and dragged it to the living room with all his strength.

Then he grabbed the quilt seriously, covered Shier with it, and busily flattened corner by corner.

Shi'er, who was lying on his side, opened his eyes slightly. He silently listened to the little guy's busy activities behind him. His eyes were not focused, and he stared blankly at the air in front of him.

The soft quilt covered the body, and not long after, the small and soft body that belonged to the child also got in.

Leaning tightly, silently curled up behind him.

Children who are more than one year old and nearly two years old tend to have a higher body temperature than adults. Squeezing under the same quilt, the warmth quickly dissipated the coldness of the late autumn night. The father and son were wrapped in a quilt, and their body temperature exchanged. Mixed together, you can even hear each other's breathing.

The smell of alcohol and smoke stained Shier's clothes in the Zen garden, and it didn't smell good at all. Fu Heihui leaned against his father's body, frowning and muttering softly, but he didn't distance himself, instead he was in a daze Rubbing on his father's back, amidst the smell of tobacco and alcohol, he soon fell asleep due to lack of energy.

After half an hour, Shier finally turned around slowly and carefully, from a posture with his back facing Hui to a state of facing him.

Fu Heihui curled up in his father's strong and broad chest logically, curled up like a little rabbit.

He was not alienated because of his father's self-abandonment during this period, nor did he feel disgusted at all.

"..."

Zenyuan Shier was silent for a long, long time, and finally stretched out his hand, and put it gently on the body of his young son.

Then he hugged him a little harder.

The nearly 1.9-meter-high man put his head on top of his son's head, and Hui's upturned hair, similar to his mother's, brushed against his face, itching.

The tip of the nose is filled with the smell of milk powder and rice cereal.

[Mei, please. ]

I can't, Eri, I can't.

Now all I can think of is [forget it, life is like this], and I can no longer take up the responsibility of my father as I did when you were still here.

Zenyuan Shier hugged his son, thinking calmly.

After all, a scum like him doesn't deserve that kind of life at all, right?

It is impossible for him to take good care of Kei if he is alone.

At the beginning, in order to earn Eili’s medical expenses, he got involved with the magic world again, and Zenyuan Shier could no longer live the life of ordinary people as before. The messy people and things in the past were followed by the return of the sky and the tyrant. In addition, he had to make money, and Zenyuan would not even look for a serious job with ordinary people, so he could only continue to take on the job of a magician and killer.

——Without Huili, the surname Zenyuan exudes a sense of existence ironically, and the unwillingness to be completely denied the value of life by the magic world begins to rebound and clamor wildly.

This kind of hatred and unwillingness to sprout again is doomed that Shier's future will not return to the peaceful days in the past.

Children connected by blood?No, forget it.

Rather than following myself, who is doomed to no good end, it is better to send it to the Chanyuan home.

At least it's different from me who is a waste. At just over one year old, he has a spell beyond the range of his body. If nothing happens, Hui will be able to awaken a very strong spell... It doesn't matter if it's not that strong, as long as there is a spell If you have the talent of a teacher, you will definitely be well taken care of.

Although it is also a garbage dump over there, at least it is better than following the self who has given up.

However, just after such an idea popped up in Shier's mind——

The soft heat source in his arms seemed to have sensed his father's bad thoughts, and suddenly let out a soft groan, frowning and shrinking back in Shi'er's arms.

Hui grabbed his father's clothes with his small hands, seemed to have a sense of reality, rubbed them unconsciously, and then went back to sleep with peace of mind.

"..." Shier choked.

what……

What is this?

Do you trust?Even if he turned into this decadent appearance?

At that moment, he seemed to see his wife's bright smile and said "I believe in you." Zenyuan Shier sneered, but patted Fu Heihui's back honestly.

It was as if it was still in the past when he was a new father patiently coaxing his young son to sleep.

The father and son curled up together in a messy home like two stray cats abandoned by their owners and could only depend on each other.

It's not cold.

Each other's body temperature warms everything.