Madara's Journey of Pirates

As Wei Na spoke, the atmosphere in the ward suddenly became a little stagnant.

Barrett continued staring at the ceiling in a daze, as if he didn't hear Wei Na's words.

But Wei Na knew that Barrett actually heard it clearly, he just didn't know how to respond to his feelings.

A long silence followed.

After a while, Wei Na got up to get the medicine for Barrett.

But someone seemed to have misunderstood something. The moment Wei Na just got up, Barrett's deep voice sounded.

"Wait a moment."

Wei Na's movement of getting up was immediately interrupted, and there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, and she sat back with a smile again.

After Barrett made a sound to stop her, he immediately regretted it. He really didn't want Wei Na to leave, but he also didn't know what to say.

Wei Na was not in a hurry, she just sat quietly on the edge of the hospital bed and watched Barrett.

It seems that Barrett is not used to being stared at by such enthusiastic eyes, and he turned his eyes a little unnaturally, staggering to meet Wei Na's gaze.

After a while, as if he couldn't bear the awkward atmosphere, Barrett searched out the topics in his mind and asked a question.

"What were you... when you were little?"

After finishing speaking, Barrett frowned immediately, and he began to feel that his question was a bit too personal, because not everyone wanted to share their past.

Obviously, his scruples are completely unnecessary.

In the face of liking, as long as you are willing to speak, the hoarse voice is also the most beloved words.

It was on the opposite side of him, which happened to be the right person.

"When I was a child? Let me think about it."

After Wei Na heard Barrett's question, she stretched out a slender finger to her chin, tilted her head and recalled.

"Before I met Lord Garm, I also had a lot of things I liked."

"Climbing trees, playing in the water, fighting, the pie baked by the grandmother at the entrance of the village in the evening, and the singing of cicadas before falling asleep at night."

"Unfortunately, I was too young when I was taken away by the slave ship, so my previous memory is not particularly clear."

Barrett glanced at Wei Na in surprise, this elegant and elegant bitch could not see the slightest bit of extreme color from being in trouble at a young age.

He had seen quite a few fellows who had been born slaves when they were young, and there was something strikingly common about them.

It's just that he is extremely extreme and difficult to get along with in some things, such as Boa Hancock.

Seemingly noticing Barrett's doubts, Wei Na smiled gently at Barrett.

"I was very lucky. I was rescued by Lord Garm three days after boarding the ship."

"Under the careful care of Lord Garm, my childhood was no different from that of a normal person."

Barrett immediately nodded expressionlessly, not dwelling on this question any longer.

Seeing that Barrett stopped talking, Wei Na suddenly became interested.

"Barrett, what do you think of literature?"

Seemingly sensing the progress of the relationship, Wei Na, like a naughty little girl, made an inch of removing the title.

"What do you mean?"

Barrett didn't care about what Wei Na called him. In his opinion, the name was an indifferent matter. Instead, he became interested in the word literature.

After all, in so many years, Wei Na was the first guy of his kind to talk about literature.

Seeing that Barrett accepted her topic, Wei Na laughed a little happily, and then ran out quickly.

After about three or two minutes, Wei Na came back with a notebook in her arms.

Showing an apologetic smile to Barrett, as an apology for her rashness just now, Shi Shiran sat back in his original seat.

Then he immediately started talking with his notebook in his hands.

"Literature, you can understand it as a unique form of expression that is different from the communication between us."

Then Wei Na frowned again. Obviously, for a bastard like Barrett, how to explain the word literature is also a difficult problem.

"Well, the two islands you casually mentioned should be the ones with big differences."

Listening to Wei Na's words, Barrett felt a little puzzled, but he still named two islands with a relatively deep influence.

"An ancient island."

"The Chambord Islands."

While Barrett was talking, Wei Na immediately picked up a pen and wrote down the two names in the notebook.

"Then, why did you go to these two places?"

"Practice."

Wei Na immediately looked up at the sky outside the window, and tapped the window sill lightly with the cap of the pen, making a crisp clicking sound.

Barrett didn't speak, just silently looking at Wei Na, who was in deep thought.

Suddenly, Wei Na seemed to have a flash of inspiration, picked up a pen and began to write in the notebook, whispering incessantly.

"An ancient island, an isolated island, a place of champagne, a city, if you practice... that is loneliness."

After a while, Wei Na stopped writing, turned over the notebook in her hand and held it in front of Barrett.

Barrett leaned forward and looked at the line of delicate and soft words on the notebook.

"In the long journey of cultivation, loneliness has become my best friend."

"I once went to an isolated island, it was the silence all over the mountains and plains, and later, when I came to the city, it became a street lamp with quiet shadows at night."

When Barrett saw these words, his expression froze. They were obviously unfamiliar words, but they accurately described his feelings at that time.

For a long time, he has never had any chance to touch these things, these things should not exist outside of his life intertwined with blood and fire.

However, following Wei Na's words, he seemed to vaguely see the scenery in a world that did not belong to him.

"Dangdang~ how is it? Am I very good?"

The bitch with an obviously elegant face made a cute smile.

To be honest, although Barrett didn't object to Wei Na's so-called literature, he wasn't particularly interested either.

However, at this moment, looking at Wei Na who was smiling like a flower in front of him, Barrett suddenly felt a little obsession.

If possible, he would like to see how the so-called 'literature' can embellish the cheerful person in front of him.

Although he kept having messy thoughts in his heart, Barrett's expression still didn't show any fluctuations.

"So, literature, does it mean embellishing certain things in a certain way?"

Hearing Barrett's words, Wei Na smiled happily, although this answer was far from the literary meaning.

But at least it can be proved that the martial idiot in front of her has really tried to understand what she likes with all her heart.

Laughing, Wei Na left the window and sat back by Barrett's bed.

"Hmm~ Actually, it's a little bit close. It's about giving words the deepest feelings in my heart, and then describing everything I love to the maximum."

The breeze caressed the soft strands of hair on Barrett's face, and the fragrance from the tip of his nose and the gentle voice in his ears made Barrett fall into deep thought again.