Oliver was imprisoned like a trapped beast, and he had even given up the struggle, getting by in a daze, and convinced himself that this was the only option.

But Holden wouldn't let him go, "And then? After they're all gone? You go back to the orphanage? From one place to another?"

Oliver instantly fell into a desperate situation, and angrily yelled at Hoden, "No, I'm not going back! I will never go back!" The hoarse voice revealed fear and despair, and even forgot to cover himself, and his blue nose and swollen face were exposed to Hoden, and he complained strongly.

"So, where are you going, and what about your future?" said Hoden, who remained unmoved, always aggressive.

Oliver's eyes fell into a momentary blankness, "future", the word was too foreign to him, "I...... I'm going to a place where no one knows me and start over. I...... Uh, I'm going to meet a girl, and then I'm going to take good care of her, and when we're older, I'm going to marry her, and I'm going to have a baby with her. ”

The immature face that had not yet fully opened shone brightly, revealing a look of yearning.

At the age of thirteen, he is still a child, but after crawling at the bottom of society, he is no longer a child. The same goes for Nair and Pete.

"Be careful. Maybe it's another quagmire. Holden's voice slowed slightly, like a devil's whisper.

Oliver smiled and shook his head at Howlen, "No, no, no, I'm ready, I like children, I want a lot of children." I'm going to have ten, no, fifteen children, I'm going to treat them well, I'm going to have a big family, we're going to be happy. ”

"What are you going to do?" Hodden raised an eyebrow.

Oliver immediately panicked, his eyes dodging, "Whatever." I do not know. ”

Hodden chuckled, "Fifteen mouths waiting for you to raise, as well as your wife and yourself, and you don't know?"

The banter and disdain sharpened Oliver's eyes, "Then not fifteen, one, just one child is enough." ”

"So, what are you supposed to do when your kid drags Ziqing's calves home?" Hoden's footsteps crept closer to Oliver.

The oppression of height and size made Oliver lean back in embarrassment, poof, the soles of his feet guessed on the kitchen waste, and the wet and slimy garbage overflowed on the soles of his feet, "Why is he like this?"

"Because his father didn't have a job, and his mother knew another person, and he couldn't see anyone in the house, but he didn't have anything to eat, and he would be very helpless, and then he would run out into the street looking for his father, and he would run and run until his feet were purple and blue, but he still couldn't find his way. ”

Hoden's words made Oliver impatient, turned his head, refused to respond, refused to speak, and stubbornly shut his mouth.

Hoden didn't leave room to breathe at all, "What should you do? Tell me, what are you going to do?"

Oliver raised his hand and pushed towards Hoden, leaving two handprints on Hoden's clothes, "What are you talking about? What the hell do you mean?" Oliver exploded and yelled at Hoden, "Am I not worthy of having children? Or do you think I don't deserve to be a father?"

"No, you're not worth it. Holden's words were so cruel that they were like a sharp knife that cut open Oliver's wounds, "because you don't know how to call for help, because you refuse to trust anyone, because you refuse to expose your vulnerability ......"

"What do you know!" Oliver interrupted Howlen rudely for the first time.

Unexpectedly, Hoden raised his final note and said in a tougher and more ferocious way, "Because I've been through all this, refusing to ask for help because of pride and self-esteem, and refusing to trust others because of fear and fear, and as a result, you're going to lose everything." Until all opportunities are lost. You're so proud that you've ruined everything you might have just liked. ”

The surging emotions made Hoden's chest rise and fall violently, and he was even on the verge of collapse, and his heart that seemed to be about to explode at any moment hurt terribly.

Holden was a little embarrassed and hastily turned away.

It's not him.

This is Hodden Herlo.

Howl Herlo, who was once closely cared for under Nair's wings but witnessed his brother dancing wildly on tightropes, Hoden Harrow, who was once teetering on the brink of famine and was almost buried in the refugee frenzy, and Holden Harrow, who bravely grew up to find a part-time job opportunity to help his brother but accidentally lost his own life......

In the depths of his soul, the emotions and memories that belonged to Hoden Herlow found resonance in Oliver, and then exploded violently, making him feel a soul-tearing pain, his emotions were completely out of control, and he couldn't tell whether it was illusory or reality in a trance.

Because the emotions were too strong and too turbulent, he had to leave, or he might be exposed in front of Oliver.

He quickly turned and walked away, but when he came to the mouth of the alley, he stopped again, and Oliver's slightly trembling voice came from behind him.

"I wanted to see my family, but I don't know if they were ready. ”

There was fragility and fear in his voice, and without turning around, he could imagine Oliver's emaciated figure stubbornly straightening up and clenching his fists to show his strength.

Hodden didn't turn around, "Go to the Eighth Precinct Security Team and find Squadron Leader Issa Visdom, she'll take you to find your parents." You should believe that you are not fighting alone,"

With that, Hoden strode away.

With a bang, Hoden stepped into the steam light rail and headed in the direction of the school, his panicked steps like a stumbling flight.

If it were him, he wouldn't be nosy, Oliver had the right to choose, there was no need for him to interfere.

But the emotions and memories that belong to Hoden Herlow are getting richer and clearer, he is gradually integrating into the world, and he is accepting everything Hoden Herlow has to offer. Certain choices and decisions have shifted the direction slightly.

This made Hoden a little nervous.

Sitting in the steam light rail car, the burning mind slowly fell silent, and Hodden regained the initiative, and the familiar feeling returned.

Maybe it's a good thing, maybe it's a bad thing, but there is nothing Hoden can do to stop this process for the time being, the only thing he knows for sure is that he needs to speed up, crack those secrets, and find a way home. Until then, the process of integration continues to develop, and the benefits should outweigh the disadvantages.

Looking out of the car window, the cloudy abyss, large particles of coal dust flying in the air, everything was covered with a layer of gray, as if understood from the perspective of haze, it didn't seem so terrible, not to mention, there are so many delicacies here, unexpectedly rich, maybe he could consider opening a restaurant, specializing in advanced cooking methods, with the spread of modern cuisine as his lifelong mission.

Then it doesn't seem like such a bad idea to stay on the Norsnes continent either:

Braised Kirke, pan-fried pictogram carp, fried long beans with snow deer, stuffed Sibys in red wine, red cattail and red cup...... Maybe you can make a full table of Manchu and Han. Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens