I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

Looking at the sky.

"That kind of thing is a privilege for young people."

In the picture, Fulilian rested her elbows on the top of the roof, looking at the street in a trance, and her twin ponytails fluttered in the wind.

"You have been very hard, Fulilian." Zain felt that Fulilian had been walking along with the two little guys.

"Taking care of little brats, it's a headache to think about it."

[No, she is the one being taken care ofヽ(ー_ー)ノ]

[Fufu: I am still very young too. ]

[She is not hard, it's those two who take care of her. ]

[As a mother and daughter, it's really hard to say who takes care of whom. ]

Flilian flicked the hair by her ear.

"What is the sense of distance between people?" Fulilian asked.

"So the three of them are all little brats..." Zain's tone suddenly became helpless.

Silence for a moment.

Zain said, "Phelan came to me for a discussion."

"Not you."

Flillian turned her head when she heard what Zain said.

Zain lowered his head in a trance, and sighed towards the distance, "Who are you comparing me to?"

"Who do you see in me?"

[It must be Haita. ]

[Zain's analytical ability is so strong! ]

[No wonder he is an emotional master, a wedding host, a listener to human emotions, a blood-adding priest, the village priest's younger brother, a gorilla's childhood friend...]

[Okay, so this is how he heals people. ]

"After all, Feilan was raised by Haita." Fulillian turned around, her legs straight down the gap between the bricks and tiles, her hands spread out, holding the bricks and tiles to control the force of the slide.

Sliding to Zain's side.

[So cute, sliding down the slide. ]

[Ahhh, the old thing is so cute! ]

[The little hands are shaking to maintain balance. 】

"I can't stand being compared to that great monk."

Flillian listened to Zain praising Haita and even felt that Haita was very great and no one could compare to him.

"What is his greatness?" Fulillian laughed. It was obvious that the impression people had of Haita was far from the truth.

"He always gets a hangover."

In the picture.

Haita staggered and looked up at the sky. His face was even very ugly. He was so green that he was about to vomit.

Xin Meier gently complained, "Are you an immortal?"

[Fufu: I know Haita inside and out. 】

"You are so picky when eating——" Fulillian complained mercilessly.

In the picture.

On the table, yellow beans flew wildly and fell on the plate in front of Fulillian.

There were many more beans on Fulillian's noodles.

Haita moved quickly with a fork. There was not a single bean on his plate.

"Stop it." Fulilian said coldly, and glanced at Haita, who was picking on food and throwing beans next to him.

Haita was frightened by Fulilian's eyes and his face was ugly, and he shrank his neck.

[Pea Shooter! ]

[Suddenly I feel that Haita is a little cute. ]

[I really want to see their adventure story, is there a prequel? ]

"And often lie--" Fulilian thought of Haita's behavior, and she couldn't help being speechless.

"I didn't drink." Haita's cheeks were still flushed with drunkenness.

At that time, Fulilian and Aize were speechless.

[Hahaha, I didn't drink, 'aha--']

The scene switched back.

Fulilian smiled and complained on the orange roof, "He's just a monk who loves meat and drinks."

"But, Zain, you are better than him, you are already a monk who has broken the precepts."

Fulilian teased Zain who was standing aside.

"I'm so sorry."

["More awesome!" ]

[From the perspective of breaking the precepts, this guy is even more important than Haita! Hahaha! ]

Zain heard from Fulilian that Haita, a magician teammate who had traveled together for ten years in the brave adventure team, was actually such a person in Fulilian's eyes.

"I'm quite surprised." Zain said, "The Bishop Haita in my memory is a gentle and reliable old grandfather."

"He is different from me. He is a very ideal adult."

Listening to Zain's words, Fulilian looked far away.

The breeze blew, lifting the white hair.

The screen switched.

At night, Haita's appearance appeared in front of Fulilian.

"Haita, you have changed." Fulilian said at the time, "You look like an adult."

Haita, with wrinkles on his face, snorted and laughed.

Fulilian lay on the railing in front of the wooden house in the mountains, with the oil lamp at her feet.

The old Haita sat on the wooden steps at the door.

"What are you saying to an old man?" Haita's voice was hoarse with age.

"When you get older, people will naturally change."

[This looks really kind. 】

'Well…? ’ Fulilian thought.

“Although I want to say that.” Haita looked at the night ahead, “but my heart has hardly changed since I was a child.”

“I yearn for the ideal adult and pretend to be an adult.”

“Over time, I have become like this.”

Haita said to Fulilian behind him, “I should always pretend to be an adult until I die.”

[Not only an adult, but also an old man. ]

[Reminiscence, eyes curling. ]

[People are always children, but they have built a high wall in their hearts. ]

[Seeing that my relatives and friends have grown old. But I feel eternal and unchanged, which is really sad. ]

Background music, the strings are slowly plucked, feeling warm and nostalgic.

Haita looked at the sky, the night sky was full of stars.

"Children need adults to support their souls."

"Especially hard-working children like Philen."

Little Philen, with her arms folded sideways, fell asleep in the quilt in a posture that gave her a sense of security.

The moonlight shone through the window and fell on her white quilt.

"I must praise her more and give her guidance."

[I like this feeling so much, so elegant. ]

[If you have this thought, you are already an adult. ]

[As I grow older, the adults in my heart are also changing. ]

[These words really touched my heart. 】

Hearing Haita's words, Fulilian turned around, "Then you who have been pretending to be an adult until death."

"Who can praise you?"

Haita turned around and answered Fulilian: "That's why we need goddesses."

"Although I have to wait until I go to heaven to hear it."

Flilian turned around and said with a smile: "Then let me praise you here."

Haita raised his head slightly when he heard Fulilian's words, "Is that so."

"But." Haita lowered his head, "You should not understand the feelings of a human like me."

"How are you going to praise me?"

Flilian walked to Haita's side and stretched out her palm.

Then, Haita unexpectedly felt a hand on his head, and this little hand began to caress and rub.

Flilian put one hand on Haita's head, and Haita's body swayed with Fulilian's movements. He was a little surprised that Fulilian made this gesture of touching his head.

But he unexpectedly felt comfort and praise.

‘Ah haha——’ Haita laughed softly.

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