Pirate world, start as Enero

Inside a quaint café around the corner.

The two men sitting across from each other didn't look like they were dating.

Of course, it is unlikely that there will be....

Lihua leaned back on the soft sofa, his hand tapping on the edge of the pitch-black tabletop, wandering into the world, waiting for the man opposite to answer.

The man opposite him was bowing his head slightly, his hands crossed on his chin, and his eyes had a gloom in his eyes that did not match his kind face.

After a long time, he raised his head, with a tired and suspicious look on his face:

"It's not that I don't want to believe you, but Lihua you should know it too."

Memories are deep in people's minds, and I admit that memories may disappear due to external forces and other means, but how can they just disappear the memory of someone or something, as you said?"

Lihua didn't speak, just gently squeezed the spoon and slowly stirred the coffee in the cup.

After a while, he spoke softly:

"Under the snow, do you remember how we met?" "I met you

in the alley for three years in junior high school, and out of senseless kindness, I rushed forward. Xue Xia said without hesitation, and in order to prove what he said, he deliberately pulled his sleeves:

"I still have the wound on my hand from the beating with you at that time. "

On the not-so-strong arm, the hideous old wound snaked into the sleeve.

"What a shame. Lihua complained.

"I just don't want to be told by you. A look of embarrassment appeared on his face, and then he turned his face away unhappily under the snow:

"Then, what do you want to say."

Lihua didn't speak, just looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and finally sighed.

"I just... Tired..."

"Tired?" looked at Lihua's full face, and then glanced at the thick dark circles on his face reflected in the window next to him.

"Spare me...", lying on the table with his head in his arms, crying without tears under the snow.

Outside the window, a drop of rain slipped from the sky.

Finally, the drizzle continued.

I took off my rain-stained coat and hung it on a hanger.

"I'm back,"

Lihua said.

But the once calm welcome did not appear.

Greet him.

There is only a dead room.

On the shoe cabinet at the entrance, a picture frame is quietly placed.

It was a lively park, and the white-haired girl stood quietly next to the smiling middle-aged uncle, quietly staring at the dull Lihua outside the photo frame.

Gently picked up the picture frame and stroked the isolation glass, just like myself standing outside the sterile room in the sudden night.

'Daddy. "

Heh——!" came the sound of inhaling from his throat.

Lihua clutched his chest, his heart like a knife.

Gently placing the photo frame on the table in the living room, Lihua walked into the bathroom, the cold water was lifted by his hand, and he was awake with hazy memories.

Water droplets drip down the tip of the nose, creating ripples in the pool.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Lihua's eyes gradually hollowed.

'I'll give your daughter a new heart, and on the other hand, you need to be my man.' The

man whose face could not be seen clearly stood on the side of the street and spoke softly.

There were countless people walking in front of him, but the sound was still clear.

Spend more time with that child these days. The doctor in the white coat threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and said to Lihua, who was sitting on the bench.

The cold notice, the roaring sound of chainsaws, the girl lying by the window waiting for someone, and the last silence of the ECG.

Two different memories frantically intertwined in his mind, trying to bite each other viciously.

The green tendons on his forehead kept jumping, and the suffocating headache hit his mind one after another.

"No..."

The creaking of his teeth kept ringing, and Lihua raised his head and looked at his bloodshot eyeballs in the mirror:

"Performance... Must still be alive....

Just find that person..."

The smooth mirror shattered in a crisp sound.

Then there was a heavy closing of the door....

......

The azure water slid down your fingertips.

Finally, there were ripples on the calm sea.

Overhead, the sky was strewn with white clouds.

Underneath you, there is a sea of fish swimming away.

"Spiritual world..."Sitting cross-legged on the ocean, Ba Bai let out a long breath and shook his head with a wry smile:

"No matter how many times you look at it, it's hard to believe that this is just a spiritual world you construct in a bead.

"Spirit is the most mysterious force in the world. His long black hair was pulled by the blowing sea breeze, and looking at the pattern on the sleeves of his arm, 'Future' lowered his eyes:

"However, unlike the pure destructive power and unparalleled recovery power of your body, the power of your spirit is considered a popular commodity, so you don't have to envy it. Looking

at the ocean in front of him, Ba Bai lowered his head, raised his right hand, and stretched out his index finger.

Then his eyes froze.

In an instant

, a small splash of water made a perfect arc!

"..."Glancing down at the splash on the crotch of his pants, and then looking up at the 'future' beside him, Ba Bai stretched out his middle finger with full anger: "It's

not as much as it fired when Lao Tzu was a splatoon. "

..."Opened his mouth, and 'Future' blinked blankly.

......

"Yumiko, I like you!" The

warm wind blew through the golden yellow of the fields, and also raised the

hoarse cries of girls standing on the path between the fields, towards the departing backs in the distance.

The wind, blowing through the warm cheeks, also took away that touch of crystal.

And on the stairs of the same platform in the distance, Yumiko turned around and looked at the girl who gave her summer, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

Long hair danced messily in the wind.

Raise your hand and press the straw hat on top of your head.

The girl smiled with relief.

This love that shouldn't exist is like a thorny shackle that binds the summer of the two.

Maybe countless years later, when I face my child, I can tell it with a nostalgic reminiscence on my face.

But at this moment, all that is left is the pain of letting go and the relief of youth buried deep in my heart....

"Click!" the

man's voice sounded abruptly in the beautiful scene.

And as the voice sounded, the two girls who looked at each other across the field also instantly relaxed their shoulders.

With a long sigh of relief, Ichika tapped on the shoulder, then raised his head and waved at the girl opposite

: "Mai!"

smiled and nodded, Mai Sakurajima walked to Ichika's side:

"Very good." "

Hey, hey. With the most cheerful smile, Ichika took off the wig on the top of his head, looked at Mai Sakurajima in front of him seriously, and then bent down deeply:

"During this time, I really thank you."

"I don't have to thank you for all of it. Shaking his head, Sakurajima turned around and looked at the staff who walked towards the two of them:

"I said it, it was just a whim, that's why I brought you into this crew, there is no need to thank you all the time." "