Pirates: Song of Weary

"It's my fault."

Crouching down, Xuan Ye's eyes were red, and his emotions were a little abnormal. Looking at the little guy's painful face, he felt that his heart was torn apart.

Everyone in the hall knows that he is allergic to crab meat, but the one who should not know it is his father. It has to be said that he is really a failure.

What were you doing before? How can you be so cruel?

At this moment, Xuan Ye's heart was confused. When did he start to become like this? Even his own daughter can be treated the same.

"Luo, please."

Somewhat panicked, Xuan Ye looked at Luo who was squatting down to check, his tone was so gentle for the first time, with a hint of request.

"BOSS, you all go out! Everyone is standing here, it's too crowded, and the air isn't very good."

Luo nodded and bluntly drove everyone away.

For a while, everyone left, but worried, they all guarded the door.

And Xuan Ye, with a pale face, walked alone to the bow of the boat, looking at the infinite sea because of the starlight, and was fascinated.

What is it that you have come to this day?

Even with all the power, wealth, power now, so what?

yourself, what are you doing?

Ask yourself, Xuan Ye is beginning to be confused, he knows exactly what his goal is, to become the king of the world, to give to the people he cares about, to be able to live in this world without worries and without any danger, he wants what he cares about. A person who enjoys glory and wealth in his life and is above the rest of the world.

However, before that, why was he so stupid, his mistakes were hopeless, and his mistakes could not be forgiven.

With dazzling eyes, Xuan Ye looked at the dark side of the sea and fell into deep thought; the past scenes also began to turn back into Xuan Ye's mind.

I am too selfish, I think I am fighting for the people I care about, but before I know it, I have been lost and I am hurting my most precious relatives.

Painful, regretful, determined, Xuan Ye stood on the bow for several hours.

This was the first time that Xuan Ye thought so quietly.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, Anilu brought two glasses of wine and handed a glass to Xuan Ye.

Taking the wine that Anilu handed over, Xuan Ye said, "Are you alright!"

"It's all right, now Ain is taking care of Xingyu." Anilu was lying on the rail, looking at the endless sea in front of him, took a sip, and replied.

"...Looks like I was really wrong." Looking down at the liquor in his hand, Xuan Ye was a little lost.

"It seems that the boss has figured it out. Since he loves Xingyu, why has he been afraid to face it?" Anilu turned his head, met Xuan Ye's eyes, shook his head, and laughed out loud.

"Boss, your phenomenon, according to Kalifa, is arrogant, you can deal with the enemy calmly, but when you deal with Xingyu, you are timid and dare not express your inner thoughts, this kind of emotion I wouldn't be surprised if it appeared to anyone, but if it happened to you, the boss, it would be a bit inconsistent."

"Boss, what are you afraid of? She is your biological daughter, with the blood of you and the queen flowing on her body, and even inherited her talent. The queen gave up her life to give birth to Xingyu. What is this for? No? Why, just because Xingyu is her child and BOSS your child."

"Ha!" With a wry smile, Xuan Ye raised his head and drank the wine in his hand. He knew very well that Anilu was right. What was he afraid of? That's her own daughter!

"I'll go take a look." Throwing the wine glass to the sea, Xuan Ye turned around, waved his hand, and walked towards the cabin, saying as he walked, "This is not something you can say, Enel, it was taught by Kalifa. Bar!"

Looking at the back that was gradually disappearing in front of him, Anilu touched his nose, turned to lie on the rail again, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yes, these words were taught by Kalifa to Enel. After all, when it comes to sensibility, women are inherently stronger than men. Also, can someone like Enel say such words? That is simply harder than reaching the sky, or at all impossible.

In fact, with the birth of Xingyu, the people on the entire Xiyang Pirates have changed.

For example, in the five-day precepts headed by Anilu, which one is not a ruthless and ruthless master? It can be said that these guys are not far from Xuan Ye, they are the same raccoon dog.

But with the birth of Xingyu, a kind of love, love and joy floated in everyone's heart.

In addition to Xingyu's identity, her own cuteness, and her naive and sensible childhood, this kind of positive love began to melt the hearts of Anilu and others before she knew it, making these cold-blooded guys a little more Change.

And this little change has made everyone's hearts begin to move one step closer, and a thing called conscience has also strengthened a little.

Even in the future, when facing the enemy, or there is an innocent person next to him, Anilu and others make a gesture of letting go, that is a miracle.

Who would have believed this two years ago?

All, Xingyu is also a button, a button that can change everyone.

The lights flickered. After Xuan Ye left the bow of the boat, he saw and heard the color and found out where Xingyu was.

Lowering his steps, Xuan Ye walked to the door of Ain's room and saw the scene inside through the glass above.

At this moment, Xingyu was awake, lying on the bed, listening carefully to Ain holding a book and telling stories.

"Sister Ain, I have heard this story, and my aunt told me a lot!"

Covered with a quilt, the little guy stretched out his hands and gestured innocently.

"Really?" Ain smiled wryly as he looked at his dark eyes with his wide eyes open.

"Sister Ain, what's the matter? Are you unhappy? Did Xingyu make you angry?" She was very nervous. The little guy looked like he knew something was wrong. She felt that she was being too unreasonable just now.

"Xingyu really made Sister Ain angry." Ain looked serious.

"I'm sorry." With his lips curled, the little guy was very disappointed.

"Xingyu, tell Sister Ain, you obviously hate crab meat, why do you still eat it." Ain stretched out his hand distressedly and touched the little guy's head.

"Because...because..."

The voice was a little choked, the little guy lowered his head, tears flashing in his eyes.

"Because of what..." Ain couldn't help but feel sad.

"Because it was the first meal my dad gave me, so Xingyu was very happy and wanted to eat it up..."

Wiping away his tears, the little guy raised his head. Although he was crying, he said happily, "Sister Ain, did you see it! Dad brought me some vegetables..."

Looking at the emotional little guy, Ain didn't know why, his eyes were sore, and tears followed.

At the door, Xuan Ye turned around, leaned his back against the wall, covered his face with one hand, and a drop of tears kept falling to the ground from between his fingers.

At this moment, Xuan Ye collapsed and was heart-wrenching. Every breath involved his heart and hurt his heart.

"Who's outside the door?" Xuan Ye's out-of-control movements made Ain in the room find out.

However, Xuan Ye blamed himself for not having the courage to face it, and disappeared in front of the door after shedding tears.

At this time, Ain opened the door and found that the room was empty. He couldn't help but wonder for a while, but inadvertently, looking at the wet place on the ground, a different smile appeared on his face.

"Sister Ain, who is it!" The little guy wiped away his tears, straightened up, and looked curiously at Ain who had closed the door.

"It's okay! Let's continue the story!"

Ain didn't tell Xingyu who was just outside the door. Even if Ain had already guessed it, he didn't plan to tell Xingyu, because the current situation is not suitable for extravagance. Star language is disappointed, this is not what Ain wants to see.

If the tears outside the door are really from the boss, it proves that the little guy's dream can be realized in the future, because the boss loves her.

Involuntarily, Ain's mood improved so much that he also infected the little guy.

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