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When standing in front of the sink and brushing his teeth, staring at the figure reflected in the mirror, Rosindi vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Trying to stand on tiptoe, he pushed his body forward desperately. He tried to find out the reason in the mirror, but before he could see it more clearly...

The hand pressing the edge of the pool slipped strangely out of habit, and the small stool he was stepping on just overturned, throwing him and the chair to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the small teeth cup placed on the edge of the sink shook twice, and half of the cup of water splashed down under his staring gaze.

Rossindi sat on the bathroom tiles, dazed, and covered his head with a plastic cup, but he couldn't be blamed, because he hadn't grown to the height of the sink, and he needed to step on a four-legged stool to brush his teeth every day.

Well~ He is also clumsy, and every time there is something wrong.

After a while, footsteps came from outside the door, and there was a smile in the gentle voice, "Baby, you fell down again."

In the next second, the small body sitting on the ground was gently hugged, and Rosindi turned her face away, and threw herself into her arms, sobbing, "Mom—"

"It's alright~ it's alright baby." She hugged him and walked out, comforting softly, "Change out of the pajamas when they get wet, and go play in the yard later, okay?"

"Okay~~" He responded softly, throwing away the fleeting weird feeling in his mind, wrapping his hands tightly around his neck to warm his neck, and buried his face deeply in the neck socket that smelled of flowers and honey.

……

Taking off the wet pajamas she was wearing, while her mother turned back to get the clean clothes, Rosindi lowered her head and stared at her chubby body in a daze.

Short hands and feet, the characteristic bulging belly of a young child, just saw his own appearance in the mirror...he only looks like five or six years old...but...why does he know how to calculate age from appearance?

And...why...

"What's up baby?"

As she approached, the light fragrance infiltrated her nostrils. Rosinindi raised her head and murmured timidly, "Mom, there is no hole in my stomach?" Why... he would think that his body was originally Shouldn't it be so intact?

"Did you have a nightmare?" She squatted down smiling, took the clothes and helped him put them on, and comforted him, "Baby, you are still sick, did you dream about something?"

Trying to get his face out of the pullover, Rosindi frowned and thought for a long time, and finally he could only shake his head in a daze, "I don't know, mom—"

Yes, he doesn't know anything...

Cautiously glanced at her face with a very gentle smile, Rosinindi staggered forward, pursed her mouth and looked for a warm embrace, waiting for her to wrap him in her arms as she remembered, and he couldn't see her angle, eyes closed.

……

Yes, he knows nothing and needs to know nothing.

Just like what she told him in a low voice when sleeping in the crib last night, he was sick a few days ago, so he temporarily forgot some things, and when he fully recovered, everything would be fine.

He is less than six years old, so he doesn't need to remember too many complicated things.

He just needs to be a good baby, get healthy quickly, and then he can not only play in the yard, but his mother can take him out, and there are many magical things outside.

Amusement parks, carousels, cotton candy, balloons in the hands of clowns...

The sky, the earth, the ocean, history, legends, adventures... There are countless things in the storybooks his mother read to him, and he can see them all when the time comes.

As long as he gets better.

……

There are very few things that can be remembered in Rossindi's little head, only his mother and him.

The two lived in a house with a yard, and the bedroom on the second floor had curtains that were never drawn. He was not tall enough, so he couldn't see what was outside the yard wall, and his vision was limited to the home and the yard.

As I remembered, when my mother started doing housework, he let him play in the yard by himself.

When stepping out of the house, for some reason, Rossindi always felt a little strange, maybe it was because she was sick and lying in bed for several days?It made him feel that everything in front of him was familiar and incongruous.

It's just that he didn't think much about it, and quickly shook off the weird feeling that came to his mind as before, and ran happily to the yard.

The blue sky with no clouds, the garden under the sun's rays, the plants planted by my mother occupy most of the space, the flowers bloom loudly and beautifully, they are magical white, the whole plant looks like it is made of snow, facing the Sunlight, another type of life is vigorous and exuberant.

Rosindi squatted in front of the neatly arranged flowerpots with her chin resting on her hands, staring at them motionlessly, always feeling miraculous and mysterious in her heart.

These squatting plants, which are not as tall as his, are the products of mutations in his mother's mouth. Although he doesn't quite understand what "mutation" means, his mother said that there will be dawn behind the suffering.

To live is to win no matter what.

Existence itself is normal.

Mom is always right, so, these white plants…

Nothing seemed wrong to Rossindi, even if they weren't green.

Squatting down for an unknown period of time, until a strange sense of presence came from outside the quiet courtyard wall. The approaching feeling brought Rosindi back to his senses, raised his face, and looked at the wall separated by curiosity. outside world.

He…had to deny that he was actually curious.

His mother warned him that he was not well enough to go out because of his illness, but staying in the small courtyard where even the sky was cut into a square by the wall, Rosinanti wanted to take a look outside.

……

Staring at the wall blocked by the plants behind, Rosinindi stood up cautiously, turned around and looked at the house behind him, and found that there seemed to be no movement in the house, so he started to walk forward slowly.

Behind the flower pots occupying the courtyard is a wall that requires him to raise his head to see the top. Rosinindi has never tried to stand close to the wall through the lush plants that almost flood the space.

Amusement parks, carousels, cotton candy, balloons in the hands of clowns...

Sky, land, sea, history, legends, adventures...

The world as gorgeous as a kaleidoscope is just behind the wall.

The child's curiosity finally overcomes his dependence on his mother, and Rosindi walks into the maze of plants that occupy the space.

The moment he entered, perhaps because of his height, he only felt that he had entered another place, and when he turned his head, countless layers of snow-white branches filled his field of vision, densely stacked white... like snow covering the sky...

Subconsciously shivering, Rosinandi turned around and ran forward in a panic.

It's cold... These plants make him feel cold... It seems that a terrible scene appeared in the back of his mind, but before he had time to think about it, he was submerged in the endless dark gray.

Stumbling and running, there seemed to be something terrifying chasing after him in a trance, Rosindi didn't dare to stop, because he felt that if he was caught up, his calm would collapse.

Keep running, keep running, frantically shuttling through the snow-white and cold plant maze, until finally disturbed by the endless loss, I want to cry...

Opened his mouth, choked with sobs and wanted to call his mother, but suddenly his feet tripped, and Rosinindi threw himself forward, and landed hard on a warm and solid wall.

……

With a groan, Rosindi threw his hands and feet on the ground, and then he was hugged high.

"Ah la la~ this is... a kid~" The voice of an adult man was deep and gentle, with a bit of sleepiness in his tone, "whose family are you from? I don't seem to have seen it before?"

Blinking the fog that emerged from the bottom of his eyes, Rosinindi carefully looked at the stranger who was holding him up, and then found that the stranger was sitting half-sitting, with his arms crossed, and he was lifting him to the point where their eyes met. high.

This is...a man who is not young, with a navy blue shirt, a snow-white vest, black velvet curly hair, and a thin plaid eye mask that is pushed up above the eyebrows. It is obvious that he just fell on him when he was sleeping...

Flattening his mouth, Rosinandi lowered his eyes, and saw the man wearing a cloak and embroidered military ranks on his epaulettes...

This man...is a navy...why?

As if his heart was tightly clenched by an invisible hand, Rosinandi shed tears subconsciously. It was very strange. Looking at the cape epaulettes on the ground, an indescribable feeling appeared in his mind.

It hurts a bit... It's so uncomfortable that I want to cry when I look at the epaulettes embroidered with military ranks... The image of Yoshimitsu Kataha caused ripples in the sea of ​​memory, vaguely someone wearing a cloak smiled and rubbed his head, but he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

……

"Ah la la~ don't cry~" The man put him beside him at a loss, raised his hands to comb his hair, and looked around, as if he felt strange, "Why would a child run into the Navy headquarters? "

After watching for a long time, the man withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and asked, "Where did you come in from?"

Rossindi was stunned for a few seconds, then subconsciously turned her head to look at the direction she came from, "Over there, my mother and I live there."

Stretching out his finger to the black tile wall not far away, Rosinindi obediently answered the man's question.

It's just that he doesn't know how he got out of the wall, let alone why the snow-white plant labyrinth... connects the two spaces inside and outside like a bond.

The courtyard where he and his mother live, the white wall and the black tile border, is like an illusion at this moment, the lower part of the wall turns into a phantom, and the snow-white plants stretch out from the courtyard... until it is less than half a meter away from the man's sleeping position The place.

After thinking about it, Rossindi got up, and timidly tugged at the man's sleeve, "I'm going back, I'm sorry."

The man who was staring at his house paused without a trace, and then turned his face, with a vaguely deep look in his eyes, "I'm Aokiji Kuzan, what about you?"

After asking, they fell silent, as if they were waiting for his answer, and for a while, the two of them stared at each other quietly.

The corners of the man's mouth were slightly pursed, and the brows were composed of calmness accumulated over the years. The seemingly innocuous and harmless person had a kind of danger in Rosindi's eyes, so he pursed the corners of his mouth, turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Without waiting for the little short leg to take two steps, it immediately fell into the opponent's hand. The man lifted him up and smiled lazily, "Ah la la~ Children can't be rude~"

"Answer the adults' questions obediently." While speaking, he turned his wrist and adjusted the people so that their eyes met. Even though they still smiled casually, the man's eyes still couldn't hide the sharp chill like a blade.

……

The next second, Rosindi burst into tears, "Mom—"

"Eh——eh?" The expression on the face that was just a short distance away suddenly froze, the man was stunned for a few seconds, and then became flustered, "Eh? Don't cry——"

"Wait, wait a minute..."

The solemn and cold look faded from the brows, and the man lowered his hands while sighing, Rosinandi, whose feet were in the air, was stuffed into his arms in a ball, and the breath of mixed gunpowder and sea tide came to his nostrils.

After a few seconds, Rosindi felt broad palms caressing his back, "Hey~ What a crybaby, okay~ If you cry too loudly, it will cause trouble for others~"

Mixed with his sobbing and weeping sound, Rosindi also heard the other party mumbling in a bit of trouble, "Calling mom~ Why are boys acting like a baby~"

"What are you doing to my child?!" The angry voice came out without warning.

Rosindi, whose face was stuffed in other people's arms, heard several muffled noises that he didn't know how to describe.

The man snorted, and after that, Rosindi only felt his body vacated, and instantly separated from the chest that smelled of gunpowder smoke, and fell into the soft embrace of flowers and honey in an instant.

……

"Who are you? What were you doing just now?" Mom's voice was heard in Rossindi's ears, with a strange smell of blood, "Do you like the perversion of little boys?"

"Eh? Ma'am, I'm not..."

Halfway through the man's answer, he was immediately interrupted by Zhuo Sheng's violent intention, "Go to hell!"

"Mom—" The fingers holding the skirt trembled slightly, and Rosindi's face buried in the sweet soft neck was pressed tighter, and then he stopped in a low voice, "I fell down and this uncle helped me up, Not a bad guy."

When he opened his mouth to speak, he couldn't help crying... The tears bursting out of his eyes were not caused by the pain of falling, but a kind of bewildered sadness.

Just a moment ago, Rosindi thought of something in a flash.

So he couldn't help crying sadly.

he remembered...

He has grown up many years ago, and he should be in his twenties this year, not just six years old.

Just... what happened?Why can't he remember how he became like this?I can't even remember many things between the age of six and my twenties.

He has forgotten a lot... The memory seems to have been cleaned, leaving only a few fragments.

Among them...there is a man who is fighting with his mother now...

The man who introduced himself as 'Blue Pheasant Kuzan' before, was only Kuzan in Rossindi's memory.

Lieutenant Admiral Kuzan of the Navy Headquarters.

The place where he fell just now is Marineford, the Navy Headquarters.

Rossindi, who was in his twenties, in the original correct world, Mr. Kuzan should be a lieutenant general, not an admiral embroidered on the epaulets of a snow-white general's cape spread on the ground.

This year...Rosindi's this year...

What year is it?

What on earth happened?Mom...is that really his 'mother'?

If everything is illusion, what is real?