[Pirate] Warm Waltz

In the memory of Monkey D. Wayne, the winter when he was five years old was the coldest winter in his entire life.

That winter, the twin flowers fell, and the remaining one was soaked in darkness in the world.

From birth to five years old, Wayne and Wendy were each other's playmates, or shadows.

The twins have completely different personalities.Wayne is domineering and cruel, but Wendy is really pure and kind.

Devils and angels, evil and good, black and white.

It should be the inherited Doflamingo's unruliness. Wayne is very dismissive of everyone except his family, and always feels that those people are not qualified to get along with him.Therefore, his childhood can be called "playmate" only twin sister Wendy with the same blood.

As for Wendy, she can get along with anyone gently and peacefully, but there is a brother like Wayne...

On the one hand, she feels that her younger sister is too innocent, and she has a desire to protect her elder brother. On the other hand, she only recognizes Wendy as a playmate, and Wayne's domineering heart also determines that she can only have him.

The severe cold and the calculation of people's hearts, it was a catastrophe.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly received a call for help from her former subordinates. Debra couldn't ignore the hoarse crying on the phone. After hanging up the phone, she pondered for a moment and finally decided to go to sea to have a look.

Wayne, who was awakened by the phone call, rubbed his eyes and sat up: "Mom, where are you going?"

Putting the cutluss, which hadn't been used for a long time, into her pocket, Debra kissed his forehead, "The former subordinate asked for help, I'll go and have a look. Don't worry, I'll be back in three days at most."

Gently patted his sister who was not sleeping well next to him, Wayne frowned, disliking this kind of asking for help, "Okay, Mom, you can go. I will take good care of Wendy."

Gently scratching Wendy's sleeping face, the soft touch of her fingertips made Debra laugh: "I know, Wayne is a good brother."

Kissing her daughter on the forehead one last time, really the last time, Debra went out.

When I came back from morning exercise outside in the early morning, the first thing I saw was Wendy waiting at the door with a small bench and a small comb.

"What's the matter?" Wayne sighed with a headache like a little adult, it's great that this guy always looks like this, he looks really want to be bullied.

"I don't know how to comb my hair..." He glanced at Wayne embarrassedly with his big wet eyes, "Brother, where's Mom?"

Twitching the corners of his mouth, he looked at Wendy's messy long hair while sleeping expressionlessly for a long time, "Wendy..."

"Huh?" He made a soft nasal sound, his head tilted and he was at a loss for his brother's sudden serious expression.

"Mom has gone out and it will take several days to come back. You might as well cut your hair off."

"Huh?" He widened his eyes and hugged his head, "Can I not?"

With a cold snort, "Who made you so stupid that you can't comb your hair by yourself."

With his hands behind his back, he lowered his head in shame, rubbed his toes together, and whispered embarrassingly: "Wendy can learn slowly, brother, don't cut Wendy's hair, okay..."

"..." Passed the bought breakfast to his stupid younger sister, not wanting to hit her with a vicious tongue, Wayne turned and went back to his room to take a shower and change clothes.

When he puts on his cool little sunglasses, puts on his comfortable and warm winter clothes, and goes outside to bask in the sun...it's really... a headache!

His stupid sister, can you be more ashamed...

Since they have inherited the stupid ability to take care of themselves from the men of the Monchi family, why can't they inherit a little more of their big nerves that they don't get entangled in anything?

Wayne crossed his arms and leaned against the door to watch his sister clumsily try to smooth out her shoulder-length hair. Her small face was wrinkled from too much knotted hair and there were painful tears in the corners of her eyes.

I finally combed it almost, but when I tried to tie it up, there was a problem again, either the strand was missing or the top of the head was bulging and exploding... So I took it apart and started again, and combed it again...

Soon, when she noticed that she hadn't touched the breakfast she brought back, a certain brother's sister-in-law's heart was ready to move.

Picking up the long-neglected breakfast and throwing it into Wendy's arms, grabbing the small comb in her hand, Wayne struggled to start work.

"Brother?" Startled by Wayne's sudden movement, Wendy watched her brother grit his teeth and turned his head to the other side.

"Eat your food! Isn't it just your hair! Bro comb it for you, don't let me see your stupid look again!"

So Wayne, who had never combed anyone else's hair, started a journey of experimentation.

The action was so blunt and rude that it pulled out a few strands of Wendy's hair at first.His mouth was flattened and he almost cried, tears welling in his eyes.

I couldn't help protesting in a low voice, "Brother...it hurts..."

Feeling that his elder brother's prestige was being questioned, a certain brat threatened blankly, "Or just cut it all off."

Wendy bit the bread with tears in her eyes and stopped talking.

In the end, Wayne made up his mind not to mention his sister's rough and fried hair, but also the shofar braid with one high and one low, "I will comb your hair for the few days when Mom is away. I will definitely do it." Well practiced."

Wendy is really going to cry...

Woo... Mom, when will you come back...

After breakfast, before lunch time, the restless Wayne took his sister out for a walk.Not surprisingly, Wendy's hairstyle was laughed at by the other kids in town.

"Wendy, what happened to you today? Did the monkey comb your hair?"

"Hahahaha! So ugly!"

"Didn't your mother comb your hair today? Don't you want it?"

"Wendy, you might as well cut your hair short like Foy, who has no parents. You don't have a father anyway."

Children are actually the cruelest animals, they can harm others without any scruples, in the name of being ignorant of the world.

Wayne has long been used to not having a father, but hearing others laugh at the ugly hairstyle he made... He felt that he couldn't bear the old face.Although it is true, it cannot be laughed at casually!

The angry Wayne sneered, clenched his fists and was about to pounce on someone.

Wendy grabbed the corner of his clothes and said to the children seriously: "Although the braids are not pretty, my brother did it for me. Will your brother do it for you?"

"It's so ugly, even if my brother wants to comb it for me, I won't do it!"

"That's right, you don't dare to go out with such a hairstyle." A girl retorted.

"But that's my brother's efforts! How can you dislike him!"

"The brother who doesn't know how to comb his hair but tries to do it for me is the best brother in the world!"

Waiting patiently for Wendy to silence the brats, Wayne sneered and beat them up.

Although she knew it was wrong to fight, but when her brother got angry just now, Wendy obediently stayed aside until Wayne's anger was almost gone, and then went to pull him away to prevent him from beating others too hard.

"By the way," he turned to correct the children lying on the ground, "I have daddy's, and my daddy has the most beautiful feather coat in the world! My daddy..."

"Let's go!" Wayne, who was dragged away by Wendy, stepped forward, interrupted her and dragged her away.For their life, he just donated a sperm, and he didn't like that sea hooligan, even if he should be their father.

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Now when the author has something to say, I feel a little scared. . . .cough cough. . . . .Deep resentment. . . .

It was better to ask for more. . . .But last week, I suddenly remembered that I had to take the fourth grade. . . . .So I, who hadn't touched an English book for a year, ran to read a book. . . .

Then about the next chapter. . . .I'm trying to get more out before the week is over. . . .

The last passerby sauce!If I see you, I will jump off the building in shame every minute. . . .Dear sauce, who has been following Ace's article, has been tricked by me for so long here. . . .Ow. . . . [repent]