Personality V: I will save everything

Victor tried every possible way to get rid of the boy following him, such as running faster, circling, or hiding in a corner, but the boy always seemed to be able to guess his next move and find him accurately every time.

"Damn it!" Victor thought to himself, "How on earth did he do that?"

Just when he felt despair, Carl emerged from the flowers in front of him again and made a face at Victor.

"Aaaahhhhh!!!"

This was the nth time this had happened. Victor had gotten used to this situation and was no longer as panicked as before. He sighed, stopped and looked at the boy in front of him.

Carl looked a little disheveled at this moment, with messy hair, sweaty hair sticking to both sides of his cheeks, and dirty clothes covered with dirt and leaves. Obviously, he had just emerged from the bushes.

"Okay, I surrender. What exactly do you want to do?" Victor sighed, shook his head helplessly, and gave up resisting.

"Play with me." Carl blinked and smiled innocently. His request was very simple and pure, without any other complicated thoughts. He just wanted someone to play with him.

"I'm going to deliver the mail." Victor said, looking up at the road ahead. He needed to deliver the mail one by one according to the address. This was his job and he couldn't delay it. After saying that, Victor walked around Carl without hesitation and prepared to go to the next destination.

However, just as Victor was about to leave, Carl quickly reached out and tightly grasped the corner of his clothes. Although Carl did not say a word, he expressed his persistence with practical actions. His eyes were firm and persistent, and he did not seem to want to let go easily.

Carl's hand slowly loosened, then stretched out again, holding a bunch of bright flowers. These flowers were specially picked by him just now, and now they were emitting charming fragrance. He gently handed the flowers to Victor, his eyes full of expectation.

"Then wait until you deliver the letter, and then you can play with me." Carl whispered, with a hint of desire in his voice. He knew that Victor still had important things to do, but he still hoped to get the other party's promise.

Victor didn't answer, and didn't even think about accepting the flower, but Carl still forcefully pinned the flower on Victor's chest.

"Bye, see you next time."

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When I turned into "Mrs. Karen" again and followed Carl to the street, I couldn't help feeling helpless as I watched Carl excitedly holding my hand and introducing this and that to me.

Is this all because of the power of the plot? According to the original plan, Carl and Victor were not supposed to have any intersection, but he wanted to be friends with Victor.

Fortunately, Carl now just wants to be a real friend, not a "silent friend".

However...Karl, why do you become so lively when you are outside? I usually see you being very well behaved in the manor, why do you become a bull when you go out?

More importantly, Victor was obviously not interested in Carl and was even a little afraid of him. But Carl didn't seem to realize this and insisted on getting close to him. Wasn't it obvious that he wanted Victor to hate him?

Although I thought so in my heart, I didn't want to actively interfere with Carl's way of making friends. After all, if you want to have a true good friend, you need to rely on your own efforts and sincerity. If you only rely on the mediation of others, this friendship will break sooner or later.

However, as time went on, I was surprised to find that, perhaps because Victor was harassed by Carl too many times, he actually began to calm down and was willing to communicate with Carl.

Although I'm not sure whether this communication was really wanted or if Victor was simply annoyed by Carl and had to speak.

But it all worked out well, didn't it? At least from Carl's perspective.

"Look at how dirty you are." I looked at Carl and said with a distressed look on my face. There were leaves stuck in his hair, and his body was covered with dirt and grass leaves. He looked like a little beggar.

I reached out and carefully plucked the leaves from his hair one by one. Every time I plucked a leaf, I could feel the softness and warmth of his hair, as if I was touching the innocence and kindness deep in his heart.

"Mom, do you think he is willing to be my friend?" Carl suddenly raised his head and looked at me expectantly. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, which made me feel sad.

I gently touched his head and replied softly, "I don't know either, Carl. You have to know that sometimes friendship takes a long time to maintain. You have only been with Victor for one day. Take your time and don't rush."

After hearing what I said, Carl showed a hint of disappointment on his face, but soon regained his smile. He nodded, as if he understood something.

"I know, Mom, I will keep working on it."

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After a busy day at work, Victor dragged his tired body back home. He took off his coat with a sense of relief, and suddenly realized that the flowers the boy gave him during the day were still pinned on his chest.

He carefully picked the flower and examined it carefully. It was a bright yellow flower, probably a variety called yellow rose.

"Maybe it would be better to put you in the water." Victor said softly.

After a whole day of running around and being exposed to the wind and sun, the yellow rose has become a little wilted. Victor knows that once the flowers are picked, their fate is to gradually wither. However, he sincerely hopes that this moment can come slowly. After all, this is the first real gift he has received since he was born.

He gazed at the yellow rose in his hand, his heart filled with emotion. This gift not only represented the care and recognition of others, but also made him feel unprecedented warmth. Although he knew that the flower would eventually wither, he still cherished it and was willing to provide it with the best care.

Victor's life was very eventful, and although he did not meet too many people, some of them were indeed quite influential.

For example, the old man in the gang and the "poet" in the police. They are very friendly to Victor in a way. The old man once warned Victor not to easily deliver letters to dangerous areas, so as to avoid accidents; and the "poet" reminded Victor not to climb high places because it was too dangerous.

Although they all care about Victor, this care always seems to have other purposes. Dad often asks Victor to deliver messages for his gang, and as a postman, Victor is willing to deliver any letter.

At the same time, the "poet" hopes to obtain information from Victor, who often comes into contact with the gang.

Therefore, it can be said that their concern for Victor is to a certain extent out of their own interests.

Except for the little boy during the day, he just wanted Victor to play with him, but Victor refused him on the grounds of delivering a letter. But even so, he still sent a gift to Victor.

"If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely have some fun with you." Victor put the slightly withered yellow rose into the cup.

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The first thing Carl did after returning to the manor was to take a bath as ordered by the owner.

However, Carl had no objection to this. He had originally planned to wash the mud off his body.

After washing herself, the first thing Carla thought of was to find her mother.

However, when Carl came to my room, I was so bored that I just lay down on the bed.

My white hair fell on the bed like a waterfall, and some of it dragged along the edge of the bed to the ground. They were so long that they made me feel heavy and burdened.

Whenever I tried to cut them shorter, the people in the manor would always stop me. They thought long hair suited me very well, so I kept it. Maybe it was a habit, even though I sometimes felt troubled, but after all, I was used to this hairstyle.

Actually, coming back to the point, my white hair is not traditional white in a sense. It is mixed with some silver. It shines beautifully under the light.

But having said so much, isn't the way I look like something I created for myself?

And seriously... do I still remember what I originally looked like?

suddenly!

Carl ran over, picked up a strand of my white hair from the bed, and put it on his head.

"What's wrong, baby? Are you still concerned about your gray hair?" I stroked Carl's head gently.

"Mom, why are you, my brother and I different?" Carl looked at his mother puzzled.

Although this was just a temporary quirk when he was a child, as he grew older, Carl became more and more concerned about his unique appearance.

Not to mention that Jack was an adopted child, Andrew looked exactly like the owner of the manor. If you only looked at their white hair, you would find the similarities between them.

However, Carl had nothing in common with the owner of the manor. Not only did he not have the owner's white hair, he did not even inherit his blue eyes.

It can even be said that if the two were walking side by side, people might be more willing to believe that Frederick was the manor owner's child rather than Karl.

In fact, Carl had long known that he was not the biological son of the owner of the manor, but what did it matter? If he was not a biological child, wouldn't it be natural that he didn't look like his parents? However, despite this, Carl still cared about it very much. He always wanted to find some similarities between himself and the owner of the manor.

Carl knew that there was no blood relationship between him and the owner of the manor, but he still hoped that they could have something in common.

Even if it was just a small detail, as long as it made him feel that he was related to the owner of the manor, it would be a comfort to him. Therefore, he had been trying to find such clues, trying to find some similar traits in himself with the owner of the manor.

But it turns out that there is nothing at all.

"I don't look like my mother's child at all." When Carl said this, my heart tightened, knowing that my little baby was starting to have wild thoughts again. So I turned over and hugged Carl tightly in my arms.

"My little baby, how can you not be my child? I love you, that's enough." I said softly, hoping that Carl could feel my love and warmth.

In fact, Carl doesn't need to find similarities between us. Because love is a selfless emotion that transcends differences in appearance, personality, etc. As long as I love him and treat him as my own child, and Carl also loves me and treats me as his mother, that's enough.

Carl gradually calmed down in my arms, as if he had found inner peace. I gently stroked his hair, felt his breath, and my heart was filled with love for him.

Perhaps, for Carl, this question has always troubled him, but I believe that with the passage of time, he will understand the true meaning of love. Whether he has similarities with me or not, he is a part of my life and will always be loved by me.

"?～?～～" I patted Carl gently, humming the familiar song.

This is the ballad I sang to him when he was sleeping when he was a child. Every note carries the deep emotional bond between us.

As the song played, my thoughts drifted back to the past. Carl was still a little baby at that time. Whenever night fell, he always had trouble falling asleep and often cried non-stop. As his closest person, I would always hold him tightly in my arms and gently pat his back with my warm palms, making him feel endless love and security.

At the same time, I would sing the old ballad softly, as if to tell him: Don't be afraid, everything will be fine. The melody in the ballad is as gentle as a mother's embrace, allowing Carl to slowly calm down in my arms and fall into a sweet dream.

This heartwarming scene has become an indelible memory in my heart.

Now, looking at Carl who has grown up, I can't help but feel that time flies. Although the years have left their marks on us (not really), the deep family love has never changed. I know that no matter how time passes, we will always be the most important people in each other's lives.