In front of the mirror, I still have waist-length long blue hair and white eyeballs.

This hair has become my trademark.

But where did this white eyeball come from? Although it gave me the ability to see the light, how did it come about?

It's not my original eyeball, I can confirm that.

At this time, I thought of an incident when I was a child.

That was when I was five years old.

I sat in a chair in my room, pen in my hand, writing a series of numerical formulas on a piece of paper.

The books I bought the day before yesterday really fascinated me, and although there are still most of them that I haven't translated, I can't wait to explore the previous content.

I calculate each formula exactly several times, and I need to learn it thoroughly.

At this time, there was a knock in the direction of the door, and I didn't turn my head and said, "Please come in."

My father walked in, and he walked silently behind me.

My father was very embarrassed by my behavior. Before I was born, he wanted me to be a child who was willing to work hard, but when I was born a few years later, he regretted that I had worked very hard, but I had tried too hard, and there was no joy that a child should have.

My father gently put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Today my father is going to visit an old friend, do you want to go together?"

I wasn't interested in it, but I agreed to my father anyway. It won't be like a trip.

Soon a carriage was ready, and my father and I got into the same carriage.

After about half an hour of carriage ride, we finally arrived in another city.

My father opened the curtains on the car for me to see, and there were many people performing there on the street. And then I didn't have any interest in them, and I don't know why those people were so excited to see the performance of those "chest crushing boulders", and the boulders were not real.

Soon, the carriage arrived at its destination. I took a pen and paper with me and my father to the house of my father's old friend.

His father's old friend had been waiting at the door for a long time, and when he saw his father, he shouted excitedly: "Old Lei, you are finally here."

After finishing speaking, my father's old friend looked at my father and said, "You are still in the same spirit as before!"

"Old Ma, you're not the same," the father flattered.

"Haha~" Lao Ma laughed a few times and reached out to put his arm around his father's shoulder.

"Let's go in and have a drink".

I followed my father into the yard.

The old horse also saw me at this time, and he looked at me for a moment, and sighed, "It's your son!

"yes, it's just that the personality is not the same, he doesn't like to be lively."

"Well... , is this kid a bit introverted?".

"No, he's a good talker, but it's—" My father couldn't describe my situation clearly.

I turned around and went in to take a look at the yard. The yard looks ok, but I mainly saw a bench in front of a tree.

I walked over and sat down, took a pen and paper in my hand, and began to write the formula.

Then I felt two figures approaching.

I glanced over and saw that they were two children my age in gorgeous costumes, a boy and a woman. It should be the child of the old horse.

I continued to write with a pen, regardless of these two children,

"What are you drawing?".

The girl thought I was drawing and silently walked behind me to look at my paper.

"Is this a word or a painting?" asked the girl, curiously.

And the boy walked up behind me and looked at my paper.

"Brother, what are you drawing?" the boy asked curiously.

I didn't answer, and they didn't understand when I said it.

I wrote like this for about half a minute, and the two kids seemed a little impatient.

The girl hugged my hand and said coquettishly, "Brother, do you want to play with us!"

Maybe then I should ask, "Why do you call me brother?", but I have already calculated the answer, and he will say, "You are as quiet as an adult!"

I shook my head in no.

But the girl still held my hand, and the boy didn't leave.

But can this be difficult for me? The child's heart is very simple. As long as I ignore them for a long time, they will leave.

In this way, these two people were annoyed by my side for about half an hour, and finally they left helplessly.

About half an hour passed before I put down my pen.

The formula hasn't been written yet, it's just that there isn't enough paper.

Then the two children came again.

The girl walked up to me and said in her childlike voice, "Do you want to pick fruit and eat it together?"

Originally, I wanted to refuse, but I thought that I was really fine, so I agreed to the two of them.

The girl received my reply with a happy "yes", turned to the boy and said, "I'll just say he'll accept it."

The two kids and I walked to the backyard, which looked pretty good, with well-tended vegetation and a very large old tree in the center.

The old tree had a lot of fruit on it, and it was all edible fruit, but the strange fruit at the top that I cared about the most.

The boy took a slingshot out of his pocket and picked up a stone from the ground.

The stone was mounted on a slingshot and fired, but it did not hit the fruit.

The boy was a little unyielding, and continued to pick up stones from the ground and shoot them at the old tree.

It was about the time of the fifth stone that he finally hit a fruit. But the fruit fell and fell to the ground, and was broken.

I saw a little tear in the corner of the boy's eye, as if he was about to cry.

I picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at a relatively large fruit.

The stone hit the fruit at once, and I caught it just in time when it fell.

I handed the fruit to the boy, who smiled and said to me, "Thank you, brother."

It's a pity that I didn't bring the repeating sleeve arrows I made a few days ago, otherwise I could have saved a little effort.

The girl was a little jealous when she saw that I gave the boy fruit, so she hugged my hand and said, "Brother, I want it too."

I picked up another stone from the ground and threw it at a large fruit on the tree.

Then a fruit fell into my hand.

The girl laughed happily when she received the fruit.

After all, they are children, they have no values, and a fruit can make them laugh. It's not like an adult, how much can a fruit be worth in their eyes!

But I'm also a child, but why do I have such a strong sense of value like those adults?

I picked up the stone again and threw it at the strange fruit above the old tree.

The fruit soon fell into my hand, and I took a closer look.

The fruit is completely round, and its color is strangely unlike other fruits.

Is it edible?

When the boy saw the strange fruit, he said with some greed, "Can my brother give it to me?"

"No!" I refused to accept him, and I was not sure whether the fruit could be eaten or not, so how could I give it to him.

"Then why don't you eat it, brother?" asked the girl.

Why don't I eat it? Whether or not you can eat this fruit is known only if you eat it.

Of course, I can take it back and test it. It's just that I'm going to eat it right now.

I don't know why, I just want to eat, and that's what happened to me.

It's in my nature to want to explore all the things I want to be curious about.

I opened my mouth and ate the fruit.

The strange fruit was soon left by me, there was no grain in it, and there was no taste, it felt weird.