The warm embrace, gently swaying, when I opened my eyes, I saw a gentle and fair face.

- Mother

"Baby, did you have a good dream?" With a smile full of happiness, the woman quietly looked at the little person in her arms.

His fingertips were cold, his skin was fair, exactly like himself. However, it is different.

He had a father who loved him wholeheartedly, and a mother who pinned all her hopes on him. Not like yourself......

The little baby blinked and made an "ah" sound. She knew, he understood.

"You know what? All people, when they are just born, have a long, long dream. In dreams, everyone dreams of the people who are most important to them in this life. ”

Mother's words, like a lullaby, came softly into my ears. Next to the bed, there was also the figure of a man, who was the father who woke up after he was born because he was finally relieved to sleep there.

"Because our curse clan is different from others, we have extraordinary memory, so only we can remember them clearly, and we can also recognize them clearly at the first time......" The beautiful woman let out a long sigh and looked at the man lying on the side of the bed with a gentle smile.

Raising his finger, he gently ran his hair through his bun, as if talking to himself, as if to say to the little baby: "I know, you still don't understand all this, and in a few years, you will understand when you remember what your mother said to you now......

"Go find her, baby, though you may not want her to be like your father at all. But to avoid this future, avoid ...... from the beginning This kind of life will be even more painful. I hope you can be happy, happy, and healthy......"

What I dreamed of was a pair of eyes, big and bright, like bright stars in the sky, and all kinds of emotions were displayed in those eyes. Happy, lost, or sad.

But that's about it.

I knew my destiny and knew it from the beginning.

Under the cultivation of his father, when he was less than three years old, he could already recognize almost all Chinese and English words. And I can use both languages fluently.

Genius, yes, I'm a genius, but that's about it.

After being rejected by the neighbor's children and treated as a little monster by the adults around him, he has long lost interest in the eyes in the dream when he was born. Perhaps, she really exists, but God knows if she will be like the people around her? Or is it curious because you are surprised by your talent? Or do you pay more attention to your likable appearance? Or is it because you are afraid to find that your hands are different?

Therefore, when the outlook on life was formed, those eyes were sealed with their subjective rejection.

However, I have left a habit with me, and that is to observe.

Sitting quietly in the corner, observing my father's communication with the others, observing everyone's movements, behaviors, tone, and eyes.

Because he was too quiet, he always sat alone in the corner, so he would not be noticed by others, so he stayed there silently, quietly observing everything, as if he was far away from the whole world, silently watching everything on the earth in the distant space.

Because it is too quiet, coupled with the difference in appearance, there are many little girls of the same age who will also be interested in themselves. They may be nice or shy, but I still don't have any interest, so I learned to smile, that detached and polite smile. But she is still observing everyone's eyes, maybe it's the obsession in her heart, maybe it's her own anger with herself, I always want to see if she will treat herself like an ordinary person when she meets the owner of those eyes? In that case, what is the most important existence in her life?

Walking around with my father day after day, although I don't have any interest in everything, but my father's obsession is a big rock that I can't let go of in my heart.

I was born because of him, and only for him, so whatever he wants to do, whatever he wants me to do, I have to do it, I have to do it.

Otherwise, I will lose the meaning of my existence......

In this way, following my father's tall figure, we walked through one country after another and met all kinds of different types of people. I had never found those eyes—there were countless similar eyes, but none of them were what I was looking for, and it was a feeling, an indescribable feeling.

And his father never found the result he was hoping for.

And just like that, we returned to the mainland, the place where my father had lived, loved, hated, and missed.