Pirates born to be kings

This somewhat dilapidated big house has a cute name - Little Bear's House. .1kanshu is an orphanage hosted by the Drum Kingdom, where children who have lost their loved ones due to various reasons live.

This is the case for Dasji and Jasmine. Dasji's parents died in a pirate attack, while Jasmine's family is more mysterious.

He only knew that this little girl, who was as white as snow, was only 5 years old when she was brought here. She would cry for her parents one night, and she was at a helpless age.

The children playing ball at the door also live in the orphanage. They just looked at Dasji and did not come to say hello. They could vaguely hear a few words, 'Snow Girl's Brother', 'Sister-Guarding Madman', and 'Big Popsicle'.

Dasji didn't like these words, and just glanced at them coldly. All the sounds disappeared, and even the eyes looking at him became evasive.

His face remained expressionless, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace toward the Little Bear's House. He couldn't say he liked or hated this place. Just like this kingdom, there were good things and bad things.

Taking the orphanage as an example, it gives helpless children the right to live. At the same time, the people here have been lonely since they were young.

So most children will 'grow up' quickly. They will be sophisticated. They know how to smile sweetly when they meet adults. They will also snatch food and toys from other children when others cannot see them. They will even 'adopt' The night before, I soiled and cut the clothes of those beautiful children, and even slapped them hard on the face.

Dasji grew up in this environment.

He doesn't like the children here, but it's not because of these, but because they don't like Jasmine,

Obviously Jasmine is so cute and strong.

At the gate of the Little Bear House, a 'broad' figure was standing there, letting out a hearty laugh, "Oh hahahahaha~, isn't this my cute 'little popsicle'?" Her laughter shook the eaves of the house. The snow on the ground fell one after another.

A cute bib that didn't fit his body shape was worn by the man in front of him.

Little popsicle...

What a nostalgic name.

She was the only one in the entire Drum Kingdom who would call him that.

Dasji's stern face rarely showed a complicated expression.

Unable to lose his temper with the person in front of him, he bent down and saluted deeply, "Hello, Aunt Maria."

Aunt Maria is the 'parent' of the Little Bear House. She can make unforgettable onion cakes. She is responsible for almost all the orphans' daily lives. Dasji grew up under her care. It's hard to imagine that someone willing to take care of orphans like them actually has two children to raise.

Dasji remembered that one time the villagers of Big Horn Village asked her why she still had to take care of the orphans of the Little Bear Home when she couldn't take care of her two children. Isn't it tiring to do so? Aunt Maria let out her signature laugh at that time, "Oh hahahahaha, why are you tired? I'm here~" She patted her 'strong' body, "But I'm filled with love~, that's it Even if there are twice as many children, it will be enough for them to share.”

Aunt Maria came to Dasji with bear steps. She seemed to be a little fatter, and then she poked Dasji with her thick fingers, "Little Popsicle, don't you know how to laugh? It's hard to find a man who keeps pretending to be cold. It’s my girlfriend~.”

"Haha..." Dasji forcefully pulled out a stiff smile. He could have acted like a ghost in the middle of the night.

He was obviously not used to smiling, but he also didn't want to disappoint those who were reluctant.

He raised his head, looked at Aunt Maria, smiled and said through his teeth, "Yes, I practice every day." Then he opened his big mouth, revealing a row of white teeth, showing an upgraded smile.

"Well...well, maybe our little popsicle can attract girls even without smiling..." Aunt Maria poked Dasji's finger harder, "You~ haven't practiced well at first glance." After finishing speaking , but she suddenly sighed, "It's my fault... How can a real smile be cultivated?"

Aunt Maria touched Dasji's head, with a loving smile on her fat face, "When one day, you really laugh, even if you don't make the slightest sound, the happiness in your heart will overflow from the corners of your mouth. .”

Happy...?

Dasji scratched his head, a little confused, Dasji was at a loss, "What is that feeling?"

"Little Popsicle, everyone's happiness is different." Aunt Maria straightened up, "Happiness is for me." She ignored Dasji, turned around and walked into the Little Bear House, her voice still floating in the air, "This is the home of little bears~ Dasji, please don't hate those children. They are not as good as you, and they are not as special as Jasmine. They are just helpless and scared. I am not unable to take care of everyone, so... "

Aunt Maria stopped here. People have already arrived in the kitchen. The children in the orphanage should have lunch soon.

Just when Dasji thought the conversation was over and wanted to say goodbye, Aunt Maria suddenly said, "Ah~~ By the way, don't come to say goodbye for a while. Maria, I want to be happier for a while, um, be happy for a while." Yes, oh...haha...haha...ha...wu...wu..." 'Parent Maria' laughed happily and trembled.

Dasji bent down deeply and said, "Thank you for taking care of me and Jasmine over the years. Thank you... thank you very much!" After a long time, he straightened up and walked towards the familiar room.

It was a special room located in the northernmost part of the orphanage, with a small snow mountain to the north.

This house hardly sees sunlight all year round.

Dasji just opened the door,

A completely white figure threw herself into his arms, and a pair of tender little hands reached down dishonestly towards that...

package.

The nice and ethereal voice became cheerful, "Brother, what good food can you bring?"

"Jasmine!" Dasji finally pulled away the little hand that was tightly holding the package, "There is no food in it."

This is his sister - Jasmine, a little girl who is extremely obsessed with 'delicious food'. Although she lives in an orphanage, she probably doesn't know what delicious food is.

Jasmine's voice suddenly became weak, "Ah... it's not delicious." The little girl pouted and pursed her pink lips together, telling her master's disappointment.

The light in the room was dim, and the bright sunshine was blocked by thick curtains. Jasmine fell softly on the bed, her long snow-white hair spread out, and she murmured in a low voice, "Jasmine wants something delicious, something delicious." , something delicious...Jasmine wants something delicious." The little girl secretly glanced at Dasji from time to time. Her fluttering eyelashes were also white, and there were two white flowers in her lively eyes.

This little man is actually completely white, with only his eyes and lips having some color.

Dasji had long been accustomed to his sister's personality, so he took out an ointment and a pair of glasses from the package.

The glasses were small and dark, very similar to sunglasses on Earth. He handed them to Jasmine and said only one sentence, "Take them with you and go to our 'home' for dinner."

our home? !

Jasmine was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sat up, with excitement on her face, "Brother, is this the kind of house you mentioned that will always be warm? It's available so soon, doesn't it mean that it will take a long time for approval?"

Yes, he didn't expect it to be so soon. He originally thought it would take a long time.

Dasji said with a straight face, "Bring it on, get dressed, and apply ointment later."

Jasmine was completely attracted by the word home, a home that only belonged to her and her brother. She hummed random music that she didn't understand. Her joy jumped in the notes. She quickly finished wearing the belt. She wanted to go to that 'home' now. , "Brother, hurry up, hurry up~"

"Don't move." Dasji applied the ointment slowly, carefully applying it to any exposed skin of Jasmine.

He knows that God will not be fair to everyone, just like some people have happy families, while others will become orphans. God is unfair to Jasmine, and even the sun is biased against this girl. Her skin and Her eyes cannot receive sunlight. As long as she is directly exposed to the sun for a while, her skin will become red and swollen, and her eyes will shed tears, as if they were sunburned. This is why others call her Snow Girl or Snow Baby.

A girl who cannot enjoy the sun even on Winter Island must wear glasses and apply special ointment every time she goes out.

Jasmine anxiously and a little distressed looked at the ointments being applied to her body one by one. These ointments were extremely expensive. She muttered to herself, "These ointments can buy a lot of delicious food. Brother, okay, it'll be fine if you dry it in the sun. Go quickly." 'Home'."

Dasji ignored her until he finished wiping a bottle, and then nodded with satisfaction. There must be nothing missing. He still held Jasmine's hand, "Let's go back to 'home'." His tone was a bit unfamiliar, this word, I haven’t said it a few times so far.

"Well!" Jasmine glanced around the room she had lived in for a long time with nostalgia. This place no longer belonged to her. Of course... it had never belonged to her. She took a deep breath and showed a big smile to Dasji. "Go home!" After a pause, he put on his sunglasses, "And! Eat delicious food!"