One Piece: Turning Fruit

Chapter 120
Looking at Alan, who was wrapped in a bandage around his upper body and came out of the dense forest with a few white rabbits in his hands.

Grandma Paqi took a deep breath, "Little devil, since the wound is not healed, then stop running around."

Although Grandma Paqi said so, her movements did not stop at all.

Seeing Allen coming out of the bushes, he immediately stepped forward and took the hare in his hand.

He lowered his head and began to deal with it.

"Leave it to me first, you go back to the room to treat the wound first," Grandma Paqi said without raising her head, busy with the hare in her hand.

Indeed, as Grandma Patch said, Allen may have accidentally involved the wound while catching the hare, or was caught by a branch.

Now the original clean bandage has seeped a little blood.

"." Allen didn't reply.

Silently walked to a piece of dead wood that was temporarily used as a seat, and sat down.

Looking blankly at the slowly rising smoke, I don't know what to think.

And over there, Grandma Paqi, who was lowering her head to deal with the rabbit, glanced at Alan, and didn't continue to say anything.

I have already said what I should say, and it is his business whether Alan listens or not.

After taking a puff of smoke, he continued to process the rabbit's corpse.

For a while, the arena was extremely silent, except for the sound of cutting fresh meat, there were bursts of cicadas singing.

After a while, all the hares were dealt with.

Grandma Paqi gave birth to a ladle of clean water to rinse it off, randomly found a few tough weeds as ropes, and tied the hares to the wooden sticks.

Put it on the campfire and start to roast it carefully.

"Little ghost, if you're hungry, eat something to fill your belly." She took her chin and ordered the vegetarian feast that had just been made next to her. Grandma Paqi motioned for Allen to eat something first.

After all, Allen hadn't eaten anything all day except for the bowl of fish soup chowder in the morning.

There is nothing edible in the house, and if the wood is removed, it will be grass.

Just ran into the woods to catch rabbits.

You must know that the rabbit runs fast, and it is difficult to catch it with bare hands. Alan is still injured.

It is estimated that a lot of effort was wasted.

Grandma Patch was afraid that he would be hungry, so she asked Alan to eat something first.

"." But unfortunately, what Grandma Paqi said was still Alan's silence.

After taking a deep breath of the cigarette, Grandma Paqi didn't say anything else.

This topic is left here.

It's still the same sentence, Grandma Paqi has already said what should be said, and the relationship between the two is far from reaching that level if she continues to say it. As for whether Alan listens to it after she finishes speaking, that is his own business.

The field fell silent again.

As time passed slowly, neither of the two people in the field spoke, but the smell of barbecue has slowly wafted out.

The rich oil slowly dripping shows how plump the rabbit that Alan caught is.

Drop by drop lightly splashed on the campfire, sparking up tiny flames, greedily wanting to continue dropping delicious food.

Smelling the savory barbecue in front of her, Grandma Paqi took out a cigarette and lit one.

And at this moment, Allen, who hadn't responded for a long time, suddenly said, "...do you still have cigarettes? Give me one."

His eyes were fixed on the grilled meat on the flames, but the dilated pupils told Grandma Patch that his attention was not on this.

Grinning, Grandma Paqi directly loaded a whole pack of cigarettes and threw them over.

"Here you go, kid."

"Oh, by the way, and this." As she spoke, Grandma Paqi stood up, walked to the basket, and rummaged through it for something.

Looking at the back of Grandma Paqi, Allen silently lit a cigarette.

The pungent smoke rushed into his lungs, and Alan's lungs, which had never been eroded by Nico* in this life, couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

It made him cough.

But before the coughing stopped, Alan took in another gulp.

He pushed back the uncontrollable coughing sound.

After taking three puffs of a cigarette, Allen lit another one, feeling better this time with the accumulation from the last time.

A hazy feeling* entered the brain.

The eyes staring at the flame lost their highlight again.

The barbecue tied to the wooden stick lost its rotation, and its back was facing down, the flames kept greedily licking the straw rope.

If no one comes to take care of it, it is estimated that this hare will be fed to the long-awaited campfire below.

But fortunately, Grandma Patch quickly found something, sat back, and started turning over again.

Waste is avoided.

"Here, here you are, brat", staring at the barbecue exuding bursts of aroma, Grandma Paqi didn't move her eyes, and handed something to Allen casually.

The transparent liquid is constantly shaking in the bottle with the movements of Grandma Paqi.

is wine
Grandma Paqi shook twice in a row, and then Allen came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to take it.

Looking at the light green bottle in his hand, Allen was silent for a moment, then unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big gulp into it.

".Thank you." The temperature in the mouth that seems to be scalding needs a puff of smoke to solve it. With the smoke drifting away, Allen slowly thanked in a hoarse voice.

".", Grandma Paqi stopped talking this time.

Just squinting at the barbecue in front of me.

Allen didn't care, and took another sip of wine.

The wine entered his throat, and the smell of the wine surged upwards, and together with the cigarettes, it broke into Alan's brain full of memories.

Alan's drinking capacity is not very good. Whether it is the last life or this life, he has never said that there is no alcohol or happiness, nor has he drank to the point where he forgot everything and didn't even know where his home was.

But it's not too bad. Whether it's accompanying the wine table in the previous life, or toasting the crew at the banquet in this life, it's still okay for Alan to drink a bottle or two.

But this time, I don't know if it's because the alcohol is too strong, or the cigarette in my hand is a bit spicy.

After two sips of wine, Allen became a little drunk.

Bitter wine enters the throat and the heart is bitter, and the sorrow is more sorrowful with wine.

Looking at the eternal starry sky in the sky, Allen recalled the three young men lying on the beach back then.

The smoke penetrated into the eyes, and the eye sockets turned red.

"Alva Joa", looking at the starry sky, Alan clutched the wine bottle in his hand and murmured their names.

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

"Oh~ this child", sighed in her heart, and Grandma Paqi moved towards Allen's side.

The free hand patted Alan's leg, "...cry, no one here can hear you...".

Once the words hit his ears, Allen couldn't stop anymore.

Looking at the starry sky, the crying became louder and louder.

(End of this chapter)