"Shiraishi Fold, this kid's name is Shiraishi Fold. It's my third child. ”

The man picked me up with both hands and expressed his joy by repeating to a new friend who didn't know how many times he showed off. Although his accent changed a little, I could still understand what he was saying, and I remember that it was the language of an island country that I had learned.

"Eh, Moment, congratulations. Is there any meaning to this child's name? ”

The object of his flaunting also expressed his blessing and joy in a way that he did not know how many times to repeat.

"It means return, and I chose this name along with the branches. Hopefully, no matter where or far he will go in the future, he will eventually return to us. ”

The man muttered, his tone sad and happy.

I opened my eyes slightly and looked at my new father, a man who looked to be about twenty-five years old, with a weak countenance, some brown black hair, and a thinner body, about one hundred and seventy centimeters tall.

My new father—that is, the moment. He wears a voluminous white cardigan with long sleeves and blue trousers underneath. There was a smile on his handsome face that didn't know whether it was sadness or joy.

Is there anything to be sad about?

Thinking about it, my eyes rolled, and perhaps an expression appeared on my face.

I was only three days old, but my well-developed brain was good enough to do things that other babies couldn't, and my expressions came naturally.

Sensing my observation and expression, he laughed, and the sadness on his face diluted a lot. Of course, he would never have thought that the child in his hand had an adult soul in his body, and looked at him with an adult's mind.

To avoid causing trouble, I quickly closed my eyes again and pretended to be asleep.

"It will be very smart after folding, than Jing and Chuan...... Belch! ”

My friend also seemed to notice the change in the expression on my face and smiled. However, in the next moment, the smile became flustered and embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing again." ”

With my eyes closed, I couldn't see what was happening, but I could feel the atmosphere becoming silent and oppressive. It was almost late autumn, and the already cold air was a little colder.

"No, it's fine. Chuan, Sichuan, I should have seen the matter a long time ago. It was the fate of that child. ”

Having said this, the voice of the moment was silent, and the voice trembled and was low. Even he couldn't deceive himself by saying this, but the next moment he showed his feet: "The child will hold my hand and listen to my story...... Leave half of your favorite snacks for me, obviously I like them very much...... Only, just thinking about it, I ...... I...... Just"

He couldn't say the rest of the words, and the sound of sobbing echoed in his ears, and then turned into a howl. The sobbing image was vividly depicted in my mind.

In the midst of this weeping and pouring out of grief, it is not difficult to imagine what happened.

My brother, whom I never met, seems to have died. Judging from the age of this new father's face, "Chuan" must not be more than seven years old. To die at such an age, death is too cruel.

Ke's conversation with his friend ended in depression, and what was clearly a joyful congratulations turned into a wordless cry. After that, he was persuaded to stop by the staff at the maternity hospital.

And just like that, I returned to my mother's side. It has only been two days since she gave birth, and her face is still unnaturally white, but her expression is very gentle, and she still has a girlish and youthful face with maternal tenderness and kindness.

My new father, who had not yet made a fuss, was still sobbing quietly, and had not yet recovered from his grief. His mother, who seemed to be younger than him, stroked his hand and comforted him in a gentle voice.

Soon this worked, and of course it was the mother's lips that worked even more.

Their lips were pressed together, begging for tenderness in each other, and it seemed that a consensus had been quickly reached through this.

Although the new parents **** are a bit exuberant, I have no intention of expressing an opinion on their lifestyle, so I close my eyelids and quietly open them.

I began to think about my past memories, and my well-developed brain no longer limited my thinking.

The memory is very vague, like a movie with a lot of blanks, and a lot of key places are missing.

What was the name of the "me" in the previous life, I can't find it in my memory. Most of what I can remember is common sense and knowledge, such as language knowledge, or life principles.

It's hard to imagine that although I have a well-formed personality and knowledge system, I don't have the most critical life history.

If the process of an ordinary baby to an adult is from scratch, and gradually becomes a vase through learning knowledge and common sense, the resume of life becomes the water and flowers in the vase. Then I am an empty vase without water and flowers, only common sense and knowledge like an attic in the sky.

Of course, it's not completely absent, but many of them are in a blur. This may have something to do with the baby's body, and when it grows up, it may be able to recall it.

Although I have a lot of memory lapses, I can still sort out my past life - a citizen of the oldest country in Asia living in the 21st century. Have a good level of knowledge and a relatively good job.

Later, the society ****, "I" seemed to have killed a lot of people in self-defense, and later I also died at the hands of someone.

There's no way to tell right from wrong, and there's no detailed memory of killing your own kind in your memory, it's just general memories, at least without the texture of being there. So I don't need to feel guilty about it, because that kind of thing only exists in memory.

More importantly, I am not the same person I used to be, and I don't need to take on the responsibilities of my previous life.

In the final analysis, human beings themselves are life that cannot be lived without blood, and the happiness of each person must be based on the pain and sacrifice of other lives.

As long as the choice is made for survival, it cannot be judged solely by good and evil.

So, I fell into a deep sleep.

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