The spring breeze outside the window is exceptionally warm, as if someone is gently washing the world with a quill pen. Liu Mengchao likes the weather in Dabris very much, this kind of lazy weather, lying on the roof alone and basking in the sun, he will sincerely feel a warm and lazy sleep.

Sleepiness came a little earlier than usual, and Liu Mengchao had not yet seen the wandering clouds in the sky, and sleepiness had already stood on tiptoe and came to Liu Mengchao's side. Their steps were light, and they sat quietly beside Liu Mengchao, taking Liu Mengchao into their sleep little by little.

People will have many dreams in their lives, some of which are the color of spring, with the fragrance of mud and grass, and some of which have such a hint of summer color, which is the color of red like a flame. Such dreams taste even sweeter, and even have a slightly spicy feeling, which makes people want to taste it again.

Liu Mengchao's dream now is such a dream.

This dream is very magnificent, it seems to have a little fantasy color, and all kinds of characters in the dream that will only appear in the book appear in Liu Mengchao's dream one after another, looking at him with a smile, and then taking him to one place after another that he has never been. These places can't say that the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, but there are always people smiling at him, Liu Mengchao only feels that he is tasting the sweet wine, and the whole person is soft and dizzy.

Dreams are always such a beautiful thing.

But this is not the case for others. At least Edward's dreams weren't something pretty. He dreamed of his mother.

His mother, with her long brown hair, was as gentle as water, and even when she saw her mother's smiling face in her dreams, Edward could always feel that she was wrapped in a warm stream of water.

In the dream, the mother was in front of the window arranging the clothes of the two Edward brothers, carefully folding the small coats and stacking them neatly at the head of the bed.

Edward himself was standing in the doorway, sweat on his face, looking like a child who had just returned from playing. There was an expression on his face that mixed with exhaustion and excitement.

"Mom!"

Seeing his mother, Edward subconsciously blurted out. He took out his hands from behind his back, and they were hands without any defects, neither steel prosthetics nor the scars of the battles he had experienced over the years. It was a pair of good-looking, childlike hands.

"Brother! Brother! ”

Alphons' voice came from afar, and Edward smiled and looked back at his brother's shadowy silhouette and smirked. I saw him walking towards his mother with cheerful steps, his feet on the floor of his house. Feel the soft touch.

In the next second, Edward was already in front of his mother.

"Mom! Look, this is the little bird I have refined. ”

Edward spread out his palm, revealing the contents of his palm. It was an alchemical product made entirely of earth, and it looked like a work of art carved by a clever artist, and even the feathers on the wings of a bird were delicate, and it looked lifelike, as if it would really fly in the next second.

"Edward is so good that he can make such a beautiful bird." Mom smiled. While turning. She also wore an apron around her waist, which looked so gentle.

I saw that the mother's hand slowly caressed Edward's cheek, so that the child suddenly felt the warmth and tenderness of the mother.

"Just ......"

Suddenly, the mother opened her mouth to speak. It doesn't feel right. Even Edward in a dream. Still wanting to scream, he could feel that it didn't feel right, as if he was about to re-unfold in front of him along those horrific scenes.

"No, no, no...... No...... Not ......"

Edward cried under his breath, but the man kept retreating. Every step he took back. The brightly lit landscape around him dimmed, as if someone had lowered the curtain little by little, erasing the scene in front of Edward little by little. Nothing was left for this poor child.

"Edward obviously has such a high talent, why ...... Can't you become a mother? ”

Mother asked gently, but this moment turned into Edward's most terrifying scenery. I saw that my mother's hair, which was originally gentle, dried up little by little, and finally turned into wisps of black charcoal after being burned. The mother's hands, which were caressing Edward's face, also changed little by little at this moment.

Little by little, the moisture left my mother's hands, and then gradually dried up. You can still feel the temperature, but it's no longer a person's hand, and even the shape is completely different. This...... It's not like a human hand, it's not a human hand at all, it's a demon's tentacles.

Edward finally couldn't help himself and screamed loudly. It's just that he suddenly found that he couldn't move at all, and the whole person seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he could only watch his mother's hands, which were completely humanoid hands caressing his face little by little.

In the end, the most terrifying scene finally appeared in front of Edward.

His mother has transformed into what she was after refining. 、

In short, it's not a person at all! He couldn't even do the simplest thing like standing, just like a puddle of shapeless toys made of black mud, slumped on the ground, and kept slapping his swarthy palms towards Edward.

"Why...... Why...... But can't you become a mother? ”

"Ahh

With a scream, Edward jerked up and sat up. His forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and his whole person trembled as if he had just experienced a wind chill. A pair of golden eyes were full of horror, and he kept looking around him. Looking at the quilt under him that was already wet with sweat, he subconsciously raised his right hand.

The steel prosthetic limb silently rested in front of Edward's eyes, the luster of the metal illuminated by the sun, and the reflected light burned Edward's eyes, but also brought the boy back to his senses from his terrifying dream.

Refining his own mother was a lingering nightmare for Edward all his life, even if it was just a glimpse in a dream, it could make the teenager tremble in his heart.

"Al...... Mom...... Sorry ......"

Edward sat on his bed in a daze, supporting his face with his steel prosthetic leg and covering his face with his five fingers made of steel. Cold tears flowed from his eyes, beneath the cold steel, and then the two mixed together to mock the young man's heart, which was not as cold as steel.

This was Edward's morning. He just sat on the bed. I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know how much sweat and tears I have shed. It wasn't until his whole body began to chill from the cold that Edward put on his coat again and stood at the window.

The sunlight was so dazzling that even the teenager felt so unreal. He lifted his hand, shielding his right hand made of steel from the sunlight that was shining directly into his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Al...... In any case, he will let this younger brother regain his body and restore his human body. ”

The face tortured by the sun gradually revealed a resolute look, and even the sun was infected by such a look. gradually lowered his proud head, no longer dazzling and arrogant.

Edward finally got used to the excessively dazzling sunlight, and stared at the blue sky with his hands propped up on the windowsill. The room was empty, presumably his younger brother Al had already gone out, counting the time, he should be cleaning at the door of the store now, right?

Edward thought to himself, but he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart. Perhaps the young man himself did not know that he had already carried too much on his back. His mother's body was refined, his father's life was gone, and his younger brother, who depended on each other, became an armor with only a soul but no flesh and blood, and he also lost a hand and a foot.

These afflictions have become sharp spears. Pierced Edward's body, turning the pain into an elixir that urged the boy forward, whipping Edward's thin body all the time.

This is Edward's morning, compared to Liu Mengchao, who is still asleep. It's too bitter. It's just that as long as there is a dream, it will always be good.

As Edward's younger brother, he has long been accustomed to nights without sleep. Whether it's a dream or a fatigue, these have become extravagant hopes, just like stories told in a storybook, which can never become real existence.

Alphonse. Eric had just had another sleepless night. He holds a broom in his hand and gently sweeps the dust off the road. It's just such a scene, but it makes this boy who is a year younger than Edward feel extremely sad.

He doesn't feel sleepy, he doesn't feel happy, he doesn't feel thirsty and wants to drink, he doesn't feel cold and wants to get dressed.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, if you strip away the different landscapes of the four seasons, there is no difference at all for Alphons. Three meals a day is a reflection in the water, although it can be seen every day, but it can never be touched.

Wow...... Wow...... Wow......

The thick broom swept away the road in front of him little by little, sweeping together the red leaves that were blown off from nowhere, but Alphonse only felt as if infinite sadness had sprung up in his heart.

If Liu Mengchao's qiē can really succeed, maybe the elder brother and the master will be able to recover. But what about yourself?

How long will it take for me to take off this armor and truly feel the dazzling sunlight in front of me?

Hands stretched out, and they were armoured hands. There was a black leather palm in the center of the rough armor, but neither the cold steel nor the warm leather palm could make this child who was not yet fourteen years old feel a trace of warmth.

"Smack...... Click! ”

In the sunlight, a small ball of paper suddenly arced through the air and landed in Alphonse's palm. He lowered his head and watched the ball of paper in his palm open.

"I know your secret, please come with me."

The words were written on the piece of paper that had been curled up...... (To be continued......)