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Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too stiff, or maybe the squinting eyes of the kid next to me were too threatening. I opened my mouth, but in the end I pressed the retort back to my stomach and couldn't say anything.

It's impossible for me to suddenly accept something that I have no impression of, but...

Sighing silently, I pursed the corners of my mouth and shifted my gaze a few degrees. I couldn't bear to see the transparent water stains slipping from the corners of this man's eyes. His sadness was too obvious and heavy.

If it is really forgetting, then for me, forgetting is also forgetting. People’s eyes are in the front, so they naturally have to look forward and indulge in the past.

All we can do is move on with regret and sadness.

Until one day, all the pain and hurt will disappear.

It was quiet for a long time, and the kid standing at a loss at a loss called out in a low voice, "Mr. Corazon—" Maybe it was infected by the emotions of the adults, and the child's voice had a nasal sound.

The man paused, then let go of the palm covering his eyes, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he struggled for a long time before showing an ugly smiling face, "It's okay~"

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab the little devil, but he didn't know what happened. The person who was sitting cross-legged on the ground stretched out his hand, and then fell forward, as if the ground was suddenly covered with oil, flattened. Like a pie.

Looking at the man's hand that was still in mid-air, I was stunned for a few seconds, the corner of my mouth twitched, and I suddenly had the idea of ​​wondering how he grew so big safely.

This...is simply cerebellar atrophy, right?

The kid might have been used to men falling down anytime and anywhere, so he stood there and sighed imperceptibly, then stepped forward to help.

Seeing this, I got up, stepped back a few steps, and said goodbye slowly, "If there is nothing else, I should leave~"

"Eh?" The man raised his head from the ground, his face was covered with dust and nosebleeds, "but—" he muttered something vaguely, and stood up with difficulty at the same time, "where is sister going?"

"Wipe your snot first before you talk." I raised my hand and rubbed my forehead, and then glanced at the hostile little ghost clutching the corner of the man's clothes through my fingers. After thinking about it, I frowned and changed my mind. "Actually, I'm fine for now."

Putting down my hands, raising my gaze a little, I raised the corners of my mouth at the man, "I'm sorry to bother you tonight~"

Pausing for a few seconds, seeing the other person's expression became very happy, so he continued, "If I lost my memory, can you tell me what I forgot?"

……

The next three were placed near the fire.

Because there might be a long conversation going on, the little ghost was stuffed back into the bed by the men, ignoring his protests on the grounds that children should go to bed early and get up early, wrapping him up until only his head was left outside. .

Maybe he really wanted to sleep, the kid started to squeak and throw a temper tantrum, and then he wrenched his hand out of the bed, clutching the hem of the man's clothes desperately to prevent him from leaving.

In the end, he had no choice but to take out a book from the bag next to the quilt, and half-lyed beside the kid, he opened the book and read him the clumsy bedtime story in a low voice.

I sat in the empty seat between the quilt and the fire, quietly watching the interaction between the two.

At this time, the world is silent, the bright yellow light of the bonfire jumps and fluctuates, and irregular light and shadows are swayed by the light night wind. The voice of the man reading the story is very soft. In the extremely deep night, this scene is particularly tender.

Bathed in the warm smoke, the onlookers also became slack, yawned forbearance, and I closed my eyes.

To be honest, it was a temporary idea to stay, and if you really want to investigate carefully, you can't give any reason.

I'm not curious about lost memories, I'm just... for some reason, I've been thinking about that brat tonight.

That kid named 'Luo', every time I subconsciously look at him, or should I say it's the white spots all over his body, and every time I look at him, my heart hurts, as if I've been pricked by a needle, and the blood vessels are all pierced. tighten.

Of course, I don't think it's all because of the children who are sick, it's just inexplicable familiarity.

As for the diseases on Luo, those white spots, I got closer to let me know that the little ghost is not only the face and neck, but the exposed skin is mottled with gray and white marks, it seems that there are more places covered by the clothes.

It's just that I don't know what kind of disease it is, and it hurts so much when I look at it, it seems vaguely... A kind of long regret and deep resentment are born in vain in my mind that has no memory.

In a trance, there seems to be a blurry scene, separated by countless thick fog, fragments are fragmented and there is no clue, the only thing that is clear is the mood.

Wanting to protect, wanting to destroy... The outstretched hand clenched it with all its strength, and in the end it only held the quicksand-like nothingness.

It hurts...my heart...it hurts...it hurts so much that I can't breathe.

……

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps woke me up that the consciousness that had been trapped in the fog became clear again.

The distracted eyes focused, and the figure of the man was imprinted on the retina.

The person who walked slowly to the front sat down with an arm away from him, turned his face slightly, and there was a complex feeling in his eyes that I don't know how to describe, maybe it was joy, maybe there was some nostalgia.

The two looked at each other for a long time, I staggered my gaze, cast my gaze farther, and put it in the direction of the kid.

The child fell asleep at some point, but he didn't look very peaceful in his sleep, curled up in the bed, and put one hand on the position where the man was half lying down to accompany him just now, as if clinging to him.

Seeing this, the man whispered, "He can't hear, don't worry, sister." Then he was silent for a few seconds, with a hesitant look on his face, and then said, "I blocked the sound, he can't hear."

I closed my eyes, and I didn't care what the man's ability was, so I said straight away, "Although you said you recognized me, it's polite to introduce yourself to someone who has no memory."

"Thousands of years, please give me advice when we meet for the first time."

"Rosindy." The man pursed his lips, raised his light blue eyes, paused strangely, and said again, "Don Quixote. Rosindy."

"Isn't it Corazon?" I was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously raised one eyebrow after thinking for a few seconds, "Don Quixote?"

"and many more!"

I interrupted him with a wave of my hand before the other person's lips moved slightly but before he could speak, and then I began to think desperately about why I felt familiar just now.

"Don Quixote...Don Quixote...?" He repeated several times to himself, and finally had a flash of inspiration, and found out the so-called familiarity in the distant memory.

"Don Quixote is your surname?" I looked him up and down in shock, and hesitated for a moment before asking him, "You don't have an older brother, do you?"

Immediately after asking, he subconsciously blurted out a certain name, "Don Quixote. Doflamingo?!"

After finishing the words, I saw that the man's expression changed slightly, and his breathing became disordered in a very short time. Although he didn't answer, his reaction already explained everything.

My mind went blank for two seconds, and I couldn't help turning up the volume, "Isn't it? This is the great channel?" No!If that's the case... the mist you just walked down from the mountain was the border of two unconnected worlds?

No kidding!

……

"No—" the man shook his head slowly, and then gave a heavy blow when I was just relieved, "This is an island in the North Sea among the four seas."

While speaking, his eyes became weird, as if he was a bit cautious, "I took Luo to find a doctor on this island. You saw it too, sister. He is also a patient with lead disease."

same?Silently pondering the words used by the man in my heart, after thinking about it, I spread my hands, and I said helplessly, "I may have forgotten some things."

"I just woke up some time ago, but I think it might be calmer to forget some things, are you right?"

He was startled, and slowly revealed a look of sadness and joy, "My sister is still like this, and I would rather live in peace than guarding the troubles in my heart."

"Because if you don't care about it, hurting is not hurting." I shrugged with a smile, "We were not born to experience suffering and torture. Those ups and downs are just life experiences."

I think... I can probably guess the reason for the lost memory, is it because of re-hatching?Wagtail defeat will forcibly stop the function. After the Songtian battle, maybe I have awakened before, this is the third time.

Perhaps it is the special feature of being a time traveler that allows me to remember most of the past events, but hatching again and again, the genes of the wagtail itself erase the memory of the previous awakening.

If you imagine it this way... the gift from the ancient eight feathers may not be without reason.

Here... If the man didn't lie or misidentify the man, in the time I've woken up and passed in this world, maybe I've met someone who would inspire my potential?

Reed...?Actually in this world?It's really a 'surprise'.

……

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, forced to suppress the violent killing intent that was about to move, opened it again after a while, stared at the man's appearance for a while, and asked, "If you remember, I forgot. How old is it?"

"You were young when we met, right?"

It's so small that you have to call me sister... I don't think the "sister" in a man's mouth should be a nickname among lovers, because the way he looked at me didn't have any uncomfortable meaning.

So it is a common name, which is what a little boy calls someone of the opposite sex who is older than him.

I think he looks in his twenties at most. Although his face is full of oil paint, his eyes are covered with dark circles, and he looks haggard from lack of sleep, but he is still young, his flesh and blood cells are full of vitality, and he will not exceed 30 years old. .

Counting time like this... Also, I'm also curious about one thing.

"What year is it now? One Piece King Gol D. Roger—" After a pause, I expressed it with a slightly less respectful adjective, "How many years has he been dead?"

One Piece Gol D. Roger, Monkey D. Luffy, Portgas D. Ace, King Shichibukai, Four Emperors, Admiral... That period of magnificent legend, when I was an ordinary person I like it very much.

It’s just that there are very few that I can think of until now, except for a few characters with distinctive personalities, the one I remember is probably the One Piece who was the beginning of everything.

At the beginning of everything, a small boat in the East China Sea set sail, and the time when the young man traveled was 22 years after he was executed in Luoge Town, East China Sea.

At the same time, I heard the answer, "This year is the year [-] of the Haiyuan calendar." After a few seconds, he was surprised again, "Sister, why do you know about One Piece?"

Xu saw that I was smiling and didn't speak, so he didn't ask any further questions, and continued, "Sister, you have been missing for 15 years."

"You can call me a hundred years old." The corners of my eyes trembled, and I reminded angrily, "Don't call me sister, let alone young lady, it's too intimate and makes people uncomfortable." Sister, I felt chills all over my body.

"Okay, let's get down to business." With my hands together, I didn't care how the man looked confused, and I said to myself, "What's the matter with the kid's illness? Poison syndrome... what is it?"

……

After waiting for a while, the man slowly began to narrate:

"Luo was born in a white town, Frevans, which perished two years ago."

"The mineral called lead in that country is radioactive, causing the residents living on that land to accumulate toxins in their bodies. After the disease, the skin and hair become whiter and whiter, and finally they suffer great pain and die."

"Two years ago there was a large-scale outbreak of Pelvin's disease. The neighboring countries of Frevans were afraid of contagion and blocked the borders, which caused war. Finally, Frevans died."

"Luo is a survivor, but as you can see, he is also very sick."

When the man talks, I don't know why, I always feel that he is observing my reaction, and finds that I am indifferent, and I am both disappointed and relieved, full of contradictions.

I raised my eyebrows, thought for a while, sighed and said, "I used to be a resident of Frevans? If it wasn't for this answer, then someone important to me, a victim of Pyrethiasis?"

Seeing the other person's shocked expression, I pursed the corners of my mouth, "You are too good at hiding your emotions."

When it comes to Frevans and Pollen's disease, the man's eyes always become strange, the strange reaction is too obvious, isn't it normal to be seen?I am not stupid.

He raised his hand and scratched his cheek, vaguely as if at a loss, "Sister...uh~ It doesn't matter if you can't remember a hundred years old, I just...just..."

After stuttering for a long time, he still couldn't utter a complete sentence. Finally, he lowered his head, seemed very depressed, and even the light golden hair became dull, "Luo's illness is very serious, I took him to find a doctor, but... "

"There are many people who believe that amber lead disease is contagious here in Beihai."

……

After staring at the man next to him whose head was almost buried on the ground for a while, I asked in a low voice, "Is that kid's name Trafalgar, Roh?"

Maybe it was because I felt that his breath was low like an abandoned little animal, which made me feel a little sympathetic for a while, so I told him part of it after thinking about it...

Some of the plots of that legendary period are the so-called established direction of this world.

"Perbone disease is not contagious, and he will definitely be saved."

The man suddenly raised his face, his eyes lit up, "I knew that Bai Sui could save him."

"I'm not that capable." I rolled my eyes at him first, and then I continued, "The fruit of the operation should appear in Beihai during this time."

"Don't ask me why I know." Quietly looking into the other person's eyes, I hooked the corners of my mouth and smiled ironically, "Isn't this your original plan?"

"You already suspected it, didn't you?"

"That's right, I am indeed not a human being at this moment."

"You called my sister and pestered me so that you wouldn't let me leave. Whether it was showing your true feelings or for other reasons, there must be a reason for wanting to save that kid, right?"

"You're so desperate...you have to try everything, right?"

At this moment, perhaps my tone was too sharp and mocking, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and there was a mixture of sadness and determination on his face, but he didn't say anything in the end.

In the deadened atmosphere, I shifted my gaze and quickly glanced at the peacefully sleeping child not far away. Looking at the little lump curled up in the bed, my heart finally softened.

"Trafalgar. Luo will not die at this time, he still has a magnificent future."