svetikya Chapter 746 Happy?
Chapter 746 Happy?
"Can you tell me about the other one?" The child's curiosity gradually emerged, and he finally became like an ordinary child, curious about everything.
"...This? Mom doesn't know that much, but I can tell you part of it first... The name of this sword is Bu Yu, which is the same as "yu" in "yuhua", meaning "don't speak."
"...You don't want to say it, or you can't say it?"
"...Mom isn't quite sure, because I don't remember much. You only need to know one thing: this sword is very important to me. It's related to my life. I can't easily leave this sword, and this sword can't leave me either."
Since I have a symbiotic relationship with this sword, after all, there is another self with a soul living inside it.
"Can you tell me?"
"Well, for a long time, Mom has been terrified because the power is too strong and crazy. Can you understand how crazy the power is?"
"It was a powerful force that was hard to describe. There was no way to change it, so I felt despair. My mind was constantly being eroded by different memories, and my life was constantly slipping away. Later, I finally understood that it wasn't like this..."
I took a sip of the tea which had a mildewy taste. I had gotten used to playing with my hair out of boredom. My mother always liked to spin it around when she played with it, as if that was more comfortable.
"I took action. In a desperate way, I hoped that this sword would never appear again. However, I understood a lot of things. Power is in the hands of the people. Even the most insane power can be used as long as one is determined in one's heart. So Mom started to use it for the first time, and now she can use it normally without hurting herself."
"Hmm... It's a very unsettling feeling, like a symphony of desolation and the passing of life."
"Well, Mom also feels very uneasy, an unspeakable uneasiness, an unbearable feeling of my soul being gradually eroded. But she won't do that, at least not mine, not now..."
"Mom, do you have a sword like that?"
"Mom, there are a lot of them. Yes, I remember they are here. I found them..."
The next room was filled with a bunch of miscellaneous items, including many swords that were not used but that people were reluctant to throw away.
"This is?"
"The first sword made by the blacksmith's apprentice is very memorable. However, since it was his first time making it, the craftsmanship isn't very good. You can try it out. Once you get used to it and grow up a little, you can make one that suits you better. This sword is the standard one, so you can clearly know which one you need."
Only when you truly own it can you understand the difference.
"Is it so heavy?" Although Bruno Linxi could pick it up with one hand, it was still heavier than he had imagined, just like you can easily lift 10 kilograms of rice, but it still feels heavy.
"After all, it's made of iron, and it hasn't been lightweighted. Plus, it uses a little bit of leverage, so it's really heavy to hold. Um, if you think it's too heavy, Mom can find you a lighter one..."
"This sword chose me, it met me, and I will not change it."
"...Is it still effective now? It's something a child would do, so don't change it for now. Of course, if you have any questions, you can tell me and I'll prepare them for you."
This is a very special situation for babies. They will think that everything can speak and everything has a soul, just like talking to themselves in front of a doll. This is the most innocent period of a child and also the period with the richest imagination.
Those were wonderful days. I used to talk to dolls. Of course, I later realized that dolls were not alive, but I still loved them because they were very important and kept me company.
Objects are inanimate, but the emotions of those who accompany them are carriers. This is very important. Perhaps the child will understand this in the future. The child seems to be indifferent to everyone except himself. But now I finally have a child who can barely communicate, although that child also seems abnormal...
It's not that I'm discriminating against the child or anything, it's just that the child really makes me feel very uneasy.
That indifference is hard to understand, but it seems that I really like this feeling, as if I have been able to suppress the other person's excessive words. So is all this normal? A madman who can pretend seems to have inexplicably fallen in love with an emotionless doll. Hum, if this were a novel, I might find it very interesting, but this is my life...
Stay away from my daughter, you pervert!
This is not very good for a child, but after hearing what the other person did, you will more or less feel that what he did was outrageous, not limited to pricking his brother's hand with a needle and secretly mixing mud in his sister's drinking water. It is very unfriendly to children, and the same goes for adults, and it is very annoying.
But it was also because of the overly strong emotional pressure, and the other party's means of revenge were retaliated against innocent people. What could a one-year-old sister understand? What could a brother born to a foster mother who was only half a year older understand?
No one is guilty, or rather, everyone is innocent except those two damn adults. It is wrong for adults to make children's lives full of pain. You should understand how important children are and how powerful yet fragile their lives are.
Why do you choose to have a child, yet find fault with the child in every way?
"I'm willing to take you in because you're a victim. I don't like you very much because you hurt innocent people and they kicked you out of their home, but this will be home. However, if you do anything under my nose, I will make you regret it before things get worse..."
It is easy to make a guy regret something, and it is also easy to make him collapse mentally and physically. Having experienced it once, such a person can easily repeat it on others, but that will make them very painful.
I don't want to treat anyone painfully, because everyone deserves happiness, but some people do deserve to be miserable. Those who take pleasure in hurting others have no reason to live and no reason to be happy!
Isn't it common sense that people who hurt others should be unhappy?