[One Piece] Tianlong people can't say no

Whitebeard-san was very handsome when he was young. "I recalled the photo of the handsome guy with long hair, and I felt a little regretful: "I was 13 years old at the time, and my cousin said that I was so fascinated after seeing the reward order...Although I think she exaggerated the facts Come laugh at me. "

I don’t feel embarrassed to tell these embarrassing things now, but I vaguely remember that because it was a public praise, Sakaski didn’t give me a good face when I went to Marin Vanduo in the next month.

"Hahahaha is Dad's fan girl?! Marco, you lost hahahaha!" A boy with short blond hair jumped high.

"Ku la la la la! Is it so early?" White Beard smiled kindly, quite in the style of "Dad".

"Ah... because you know Roger very well." I said softly, and the surroundings were instantly quiet.

Whitebeard examines me with golden eyes: "Gol D. Roger."

"Little girl dares to say his name here, do you know what it means?"

I nodded: "Roger, the One Piece King who is feared by people and yearned for by many people, I admire him very much."

"Ku la la, the little girl really dares to say it."

"Being yearned for, do you yearn for him too?" This sentence was deafening, I think he must have used a little bit of ability, I couldn't bear it, and I fell back, and Marco supported me behind me.

Alas, I still can't avoid getting off Maweiye.Understandable, I was mentally prepared before deciding to bring up Roger.However, the power is actually not that great, and I didn't feel any other discomfort except for a short period of dizziness.

"I grew up listening to Roger's stories." I looked up: "My people hate him very much, but my, my grandfather admires him very much. No matter how the outside world evaluates him, for me, it has opened a new era Roger, a terrific fellow."

"I saw his death 12 years ago at home through a video phone bug. Obviously his hands were handcuffed and he was led to the execution platform in the square, but his steps were like a triumphant general."

I think I was a little arrogant, but I don't regret it, and no one else will ever understand how I felt when I was under 14 when I saw all this.

I never revealed it to Ace, because it was just a memory that belonged to me alone——Roger, who said "people's dreams can't be stopped", died like a king.And the little girl who was staring blankly at the video hugged the "Pictures of Navigation" tightly, feeling confused for the first time.

So I asked, "What do you think of him? White Beard Sang."

He put his hands on his thighs, his eyes were deep: "You are the first junior to ask me that."

"Gol D. Roger, that man is a well-deserved One Piece and a good opponent."

After we finished Roger's topic, other people became active again. Marco introduced me to a bunch of people. I tried to remember these names and said hello in advance: "I don't have a good memory. Forget not to rise."

"It's okay, just remember it when you get along with each other more!"

"What girl Xiya said just now is really good. I was so moved when I saw Roger's execution! Damn!"

"That's right, this guy cried so badly back then, it's like he died of his own family."

"roll roll roll!"

The atmosphere of the Whitebeard Pirates is also different from ordinary pirates, but somewhat similar to Shanks and the others.

I stared down at the plate full of meat.Marco lazily leaned on the back of the chair and drank: "Everyone likes you very much, Yosia."

"Ah..." I just stuffed a large piece of meat into my mouth, and chewed hard to swallow it.

What else can I say at this time?Saying "It's the first time we met, they don't know me yet? Why do they like me?", this kind of words are too disturbing.

"Well, thank you." I had to answer politely.

I have to say that the dishes made by the chef Mr. Sage are really delicious.

I buried my face in the sumptuous dishes.

I see the world

Counting it, the Moby Dick should be the second pirate ship I've ever been on.

Leaning on the side of the ship and vainly looking at the dark and unpenetrating sea, I inevitably thought of the Redvers. For me, Redvers has a very different meaning.

I met Shanks for the first time at the age of 15. At the age of 16, he found the best crew. At the age of 17, the red-haired pirates were already a little famous. It was also when I was 17 years old that the first time on the Redvers set sail...

Redvers, it carries not only the dreams of Shanks and the members of the Red Hair Pirates, but also my 17-year-old ambitions for the future.

I put my left cheek on my arm, and stared at the countless colors here from a restricted and narrow perspective.The sea breeze gently blows my hair up and down, but my heart is incredibly quiet.

On the rear deck, everyone with white beards ran out to continue the banquet after the mess in the restaurant. The noise of fireworks came into the ears, and the sea was calm, only the lights and the crescent moon falling into the floating waves sparkled and moved slightly. .

I saw it—the origin of the world, the silence of the sea, the invisible wind blowing away the dark clouds above the head, the knocking of cups and plates, and the endless chatter and laughter.

I see the world.

Marco came to me.

From my angle, I saw him slanted, his blond hair swayed slightly as he walked, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth that seemed to never retreat, and he stopped beside me with a wine bottle.

"Aren't you used to it?" He leaned against the side of the boat with me.

I moaned through my nose, and my lower hand touched Marco's arm next to me.

I don't know why I feel this way.I always like lively banquets, and today is obviously not a special day, staying in Moby Dick where the quietness and noise are combined, I should be happy, but I feel lonely for no reason.

Marco lightly grabbed my troublesome index finger: "Sia..."

His eyes were inexplicably sad, and I met those eyes: "What are you regretting, Marco?"

We just met a few times, broke the embarrassing love at first sight, and became friends, but he showed a familiar look that he has known me for a long time since the morning.

I thought it would be easy to answer such a question, but Marco lowered his eyes and withdrew his emotions: "It's okay, Sia."

I really don't understand what men are thinking x2!

I'm not good at questioning other people's thoughts, so I had to withdraw my hand and close my eyes: "Then it's okay."

Marco and I stopped talking, and he didn't turn away to blend into the lively surroundings where he was supposed to be.I heard the gurgling sound of his head tilted to drink, and...

"It's cold at night, don't catch a cold." He easily put his coat on me.

He seemed to have stayed in the infirmary for too long today, and he was still wearing a white coat when he ate at night, a bit like a doctor's white coat on the outside, but his floral shirt on the inside.

The white coat is actually not thick, but the faint sigh he made after he put it on me made me feel that the clothes had become warmer for a moment.

I know from other people that Marco treats me differently, but why is still unknown.

I softly agreed to the request to be a friend, but I was at a loss for myself, let alone deal with Marco's complicated emotions at the moment.

This may be the distress and difference of getting along with different people.At this moment, I closed my eyes and thought of the carefree Shanks, and I just felt that getting along with him seemed the most relaxed.

"If you're tired, you can go back to your room to rest. I've already found someone to clean it up." Marco said in a low voice.

I opened my eyes and said simply: "I'm not tired yet, let's go and play with them."

What are you thinking so much about?trouble!

I took off the coat and stuffed it into Marco's arms, and he draped it on his arm reflexively.I grabbed his wrist and ran towards the busiest center.

"Hey! Marco and Miss Sia are here!" Someone giggled as they knocked on beer bottles.

I followed suit and sat cross-legged on the ground: "Let's come and join in the fun!"

The beautiful Mr. Yizang happened to be sitting next to me. He was in a daze, and he was not disturbed by the outside world.

Marco was pulled by me and sat next to me, so the topic jokingly talked about love and love.

"Say it!!!" The blond boy named Harta had a sly light in his eyes, and I really like such a lively person.

"Marco, you may not know if you're not here these days, but Yizang has a sweetheart hehe!"

Mr. Yizang, who had been holding a glass of wine by his side in a daze, was keenly aware of the change of topic and finally raised his head.

"Ah, yes, I heard that she is a beautiful woman with a strong heart. It's a pity that I can't meet her." Sachs was sitting next to Marco. It wasn't until later that he realized why he was popular on board.

Hey, he's a nice guy.

Now everyone is obviously paying more attention to Mr. Yizang's love affair, and even Marco, who has been drooping his eyes, is also interested at this time.

Marco put the white coat on me again, saying that you should be careful of catching cold even if you sit on the floor, and then he said to Mr. Yizang who was blowing his hair, "Is there anyone you like in Yizang?"

The word also made me a little sensitive, I unconsciously glanced at him, and met his emotional gaze.

Fortunately, Mr. Yizang immediately helped me divert his attention: "I just have a crush on her...she doesn't know."

Then, Harta and Bista, who had already been revealed, told Marco and me the story of Mr. Yizang one by one.

From Mr. Yizang's irritable tone in the face of other people's imaginings, I guess he omitted many details of the encounter.

But what does it matter?

As long as I think about Mr. Yizang's casual encounter with a beautiful and intelligent lady on the fantasy island, and the short time we spent together, I can't help yearning and looking forward to it.