Immortal Journey

Roger took the undead home.

"This is my home."

On the outskirts of the town, at the end of the street, a dilapidated wooden house.

This is what Roger calls home.Perhaps because of his young age, Roger doesn't know how to use tools, so the wooden house he built is also in disarray.

At first glance, there seems to be no problem, but the exterior looks a bit dilapidated, but when you look closely, you will find that this wooden house is simply a model of dilapidated houses.

There is a big gap between the wooden boards, the gap can even hold the palm of the immortal, the whistling wind can easily squeeze in through the gap, the wooden boards on the roof hang down for a while, sleeping in the wooden house and sleeping in the wild are almost nothing different.

But apart from its not-so-great hardware facilities, everything about it unexpectedly meets the definition of a home.

There was a dining table: a lame table from nowhere, with a stone stuck in the lame leg.There are chairs: half of the back is missing.There is a bed: use a piece of cloth to wrap some hay at will.

Although it looked extremely shabby, it could be seen that the owner had carefully tidied it up. All the furniture was free of dust, and all the odds and ends had been wiped clean.

For Roger, this is home.

Warm, comfortable, comfortable, and peaceful...  

Almost all beautiful words can be piled on the word 'home'.

'Family' is too special for Undead, and it contains many things: family affection, teacher-student relationship, and even love, all of which he learned from getting along with family members during his 'home' period.

For Undead, the various stimuli he receives are like opening the valve of the river of memory little by little. Every time he receives a little bit of stimuli, his corresponding memory will return to his head in fragments. One day, he will remember remember everything from the past.

But now these fragmented memories are like pieces of scattered jigsaw puzzles, and many of them are missing. They can't piece together a complete thing for a while, and naturally they can't piece together a complete immortality.

His memory still needs more stimulation to recover.

For example, follow Roger to his own home.

"Immortal, welcome to my house." Roger introduced excitedly to Immortal, but just as he finished speaking, a wooden plank fell from the roof and kissed the ground with a thud, the voice was very crisp.

Roger smiled awkwardly.

"Although it is very simple, this is my home for the time being, um, just for the time being, I will live on the boat in the future, it doesn't matter whether the house is a house or not." He added a few words to himself at the end, "By the way, I am alone. People live here, no one will disturb you, don’t worry.”

He lives alone.

There was no question that Roger was an orphan.

Undead opened his mouth, in his impression, a family should be father and mother with many children living together, just like what Maggie said.

But he froze.

Maggie...who is that?

In my memory, there was a little girl with a sweet smile, who seemed to be calling his name: "No, no, no."

"Come and sit, come and sit." Before he could remember anything, Roger pulled him to sit on the wooden bench, and those memories were interrupted.

"The entertainer needs tea, what does the tea look like? Chachacha..." Finally, Roger brought up two notched cups, with a few pieces of leaves floating in it, which looked like random leaves from the nearby tree. And the water is still ice cold.

"You are still my first human friend, and I don't know how to entertain human friends." Roger rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, obviously knowing that what he presented was not very in line with etiquette.

Bu stared at the cup of 'tea' on the lame table, grabbed it and drank it, and added a sentence at the end; "It's delicious."

"You guy, you're really great!" Roger squinted and smiled, showing his silver teeth. He immediately ran to dig out some food, which he was usually reluctant to eat - easy-to-storage couscous bread , this is the best carbohydrate he can get in his life.

Immortal was not picky at all, and ate nothing left of the couscous bread that Roger served.

This made Roger very happy.

There is nothing more gratifying than having your contributions taken seriously by others.

This also shows that Roger did not misread the wrong person.

"Let me sing you a song..."

"Yo Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho... I will deliver Binks' fine wine to your side. Like the sea breeze doing whatever it pleases, riding the wind and breaking the waves..."

Roger's voice was immature, he deliberately lowered his voice, trying to sing the boldness of the song, but in fact he sang a bit out of tune.

Immortal is involuntarily attracted by the song, infected by the lyrics and the kind of lofty ambition contained in it.

This song "Binks' Wine", which is well known by the children of the sea, expresses the love of the children of the sea for the ocean.

"If I'm going to have a big adventure with you at sea, would you be my crew?" After singing a song, the boy stood on the wooden pile bench, his little face flushed with excitement, and he stretched his arms toward the immortal. shot.

What he looked at was not only immortality, but also the souls who accompanied him behind him.

"Let me take you to the land of freedom."

It seems that there are countless hands holding up the immortal's hand, and they held his hand up, hanging in the air, and it didn't fall down for a long time.

The last one to make the decision is not to die himself.

Undead resolutely put his hand in Roger's, and he heard himself say, "Okay."

night.

Lying on a bed made of not-so-soft hay, the roof of the wooden house was mostly open, and the stars peeked at them from the gap.

Roger simply lifted up a few wooden boards on the roof, and lifted everything that blocked the starry sky. Judging by the skillful movements, it seemed that this was not the first time he had done such a thing.

Others may use various methods to repair the roof of this house, but Roger's head is obviously different from that of ordinary people. Since there are gaps between the planks, they should simply lift off all the planks and turn Starlight as a quilt.

"I like stargazing very much, because the stars are beautiful, aren't they?" Roger put his arms behind his head, staring at the stars.

Immortal imitated Roger's movements and also put his arms behind his head.

"Look, this is Ursa Minor, and that is Ursa Major..." He pointed to the countless stars, pointing them with one hand, and then drew lines that didn't exist to connect them. even together.

Immortal listened to his words and watched for a long time, but before he could see what was going on, there was a soft snoring sound around him, and he turned his head to see that Roger was asleep.

When he fell asleep, his limbs stretched restlessly in all directions, domineeringly delineating his territory.

Just like his personality, people are attracted to him unconsciously, and he is classified as his friend without authorization.

The gentle night wind blows, she weaves a big bag, then puts the sleeping people into the bag, and blows the sweet dreams into the bag to keep them company.

The boy next to him fell asleep, breathing steadily and slowly to match his heartbeat.

A person who was quite noisy during the day can finally settle down for a while when he falls asleep.

Roger seemed to have eaten something delicious in a dream, he kept smacking his mouth, and then made a gurgling sound. Looking at his hand, he was actually holding an apple, eating it while sleeping.

"Good night, immortal."

The world suddenly became very quiet.

It seems that someone said good night to him and let him have a good dream.

Immortal replied in a low voice: "Good night."

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The author has something to say:

① It is still based on Ace's character design to improve Roger's character design.