[One Piece] Tianlong people can't say no

Familiar, and so is Ace in Lu's arms.Pirate ships gradually moving away announced the end of this war.

I sat on the stool blankly, I don't know how long it took, it was dark.

I suddenly remembered what Shanks said to Sengoku-san before, and rushed into the bedroom to find the phone bug.

"Sia..." He called my name, and I didn't wait for him to continue: "Shanks! Ace is not dead, right?! You can save him, right?!!"

It was the first time I spoke in such a hurry that I almost bit my tongue.

He had a worried, heavy expression on his face.

"...he's not dead...is he?"

"Sia..."

Shanks hesitated, "Are you coming?"

I slumped by the bed and covered my eyes: "...Where is it?"

J'aivul'ornoir

The weather today is good.There was not a trace of cloud in the blue sky, and the sun made the exposed skin a little achy.

I think those fat particles may be crackling: burn quickly, burn quickly-it seems that countless cells die and regenerate every minute.

Sola prepared a sun umbrella for me, but the gorgeous and exquisite lace-embedded umbrella is actually more of a good-looking function. The range it can cover is too small, and it can only barely protect my upper body from being engulfed by the sun.

After all, Shanks still didn't hold me back, so he sneaked to the red soil to take me out, so that the government would not be able to follow me and spy on the location of the cemetery.

It's ridiculous that I have to take care of the government at a time like this.

My eyes were still red, Sora asked me if I wanted to put on some makeup to cover them up, I was really not in the mood, so Shanks' first reaction when he saw me was to press my head into his arms.

"Cry, Sia."

What are you crying for? Is there any point in crying on the Red Earth Continent?

I pushed him: "Hurry up and go."

Shanks and I may not have seen each other for a long time, and we never thought that we would meet again for the funeral of Ace and Whitebeard.

Marco certainly couldn't think of it either.

I called Kuzan before I came out, he was very busy after the war, but I still thought I should let him know so he wouldn't worry.

Kuzan was no more hesitant than me, he was uncharacteristically serious and gentle and told me not to be too sad, and also called "Go", in a compassionate and tolerant voice.

At that moment, I wanted to go directly to Marin Fando to find him, and fell into his arms and cried until the sky fell apart.

There is really no sense of existence on this island, and there are no permanent residents on the island. It is full of green grass and flowers, like a wild park.

When we arrived, the cliff was already surrounded by pirates.Lu stood up straight, with a huge body blocking the small intersection, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Boss, Xia." He didn't have the big chicken leg in his hand now, and he seemed a little uncomfortable with his empty hand.

I originally wanted to wear clothes that would allow me to move easily, but Sola felt that this was not an ordinary meeting but a solemn funeral, so he abruptly matched me with a black court dress.

Although Shanks had already boasted "Sia is beautiful today" to comfort me on the way here, but I always feel ashamed under the eyes of everyone.

That's outrageous Sora!

Among the people in the room, I am the only one with such outstanding painting style!

I can't take care of my sad mood, it's really embarrassing to be stared at by others with weird eyes all the time.

I lowered the black parasol to try to block at least one side of the view.

Beckman came over with an unlit cigarette in his mouth and patted me on the shoulder.I simply held the handle of the umbrella with one hand and took Beckman's father's hand with the other, trying to find some comfort.

Shanks asked me to follow behind him with Lu, Beckman, and Leakey.He is a host-like figure today. We followed him to the two tombstones erected, and then stood on both sides of the tombstones as Shanks turned around.

I couldn't bear to look at the familiar hat, put my arms around Beckman, and listened to Shanks with my head down.

When we came, Shanks also told me that Luffy had already visited his brother's tomb in advance, and he is busy improving his strength now, so he will not appear at the funeral.I also have no other desire to find acquaintances.

Seeing a person come up and bow to give a speech, I somehow feel a little desolate.Someone cried and knelt on the ground and confessed his mistakes. He seemed to be called a spider. I didn't know him very well, so I just watched him crying at the white beard's monument with my consciously indifferent eyes.

Many people come and go, like the meeting and separation of most people in the world.

In the end, only the red-haired pirates and the captains of the white-bearded pirates remained on the grass.

The one I am most familiar with is Marco, he is a bit haggard, and it can be seen that he has also suffered a lot of injuries, but the downcast expression is more obvious after all.

I walked up to him and raised my head: "My condolences."

All words have lost their color, what else can I say except mourning?

He looked at me silently, stroked the black fringe hanging from my hair with his hand, and responded with the same comforting hug.

I searched for the flickering red light hanging on the white tablet from the gap in his arms, and the string of broken long beads that had been reattached obviously made me cry.

That was Ace's favorite gift he said he received after he went to sea.

I clutched Marco's shirt, crying out of breath.Marco patted me on the back and said nothing.

I think I must be weird and a little humiliated right now.But no one said I was ugly when I cried, and no one thought I was not polite.

On the hat hanging above is a familiar smiling face and bared teeth, and it seems that Ace made the same expression to make me laugh in the tears.

During those youthful years, the boy always raised his head proudly and presumptuously.Or when he stood on the boat and was about to rush to a new world, his eyes shone like clear mirrors.

In the dark deep sea cage, he was grateful and resisted, accepting my concern with contradictions, his head lowered as if he wanted to bury himself in a lonely space.He used to hide those negative emotions so well that I didn't see clearly the boundary line he melted away until after he yelled at Whitebeard on the execution platform.

It turns out that this idiot has always been a child who lacks love. I can't give those blood love, neither can Garp, nor can Luffy Sabo.

I withdrew from Marco's arms. He should have a lot of things to do, and he left with the other captains after just exchanging greetings with me.

After the war, not only the navy, nor the Whitebeard Pirates were busy, but also the entire sea and land made up of people.

Shanks handed me a handkerchief tacitly. I recognized it as the one I left on the Redvers. Ten years later, this handkerchief is still like new. I’m not surprised is impossible.

But he drove all the members of the Red Hair Pirates back to the ship first. Shanks backed away a little and said to me, "You should have something to say to him."

I really have been enduring it from the very beginning, I don't want to expose my cowardice and pain.

"What were you crying about when you buried your head on the cold wooden floor of the execution platform, Ace?"

He is only 20 years old, but he has tasted the joys and sorrows one by one.

He walked proudly and with low self-esteem on his road. I always thought that this young and passionate road would go longer and longer.

I squatted in front of the cold monument, and behind the monument was the boundless ocean with ripples.The sudden sense of familiarity made me freeze in place.

"Sia..."

Shanks' voice blew from behind, and I hugged my knees and buried my face.

"You've been out long enough, is it okay with Mary Joa?"

He puts his hand on my back, and I know he's worried that someone on my side will find out I'm not home.

I was pulled up by him and sneezed.

Shanks extended his index finger and tapped my nose: "Sia's nose is red."

I subconsciously took a step back.

Clear disappointment flashed in his eyes, but I just kept a distance and covered my nose: "Sorry... let's go."

When we parted, Shanks told me to be happy, I rubbed my eyes and looked back at him, the boat gradually drifted away, Shanks' red hair was bright and flamboyant, and his face seemed vaguely lonely.

He waved his hand before turning around to pull the rope that controls the sail. His back was firm and straight, just like all his beliefs in walking straight on the road.

I was carried home secretly by Sola, and standing on the balcony on the top floor, I looked at the exquisite and tall palace in the distance, where the five old stars and the government were centralized.

Looking at it, the despair and hysterical crying seemed to be a long time ago.

The alternation of history, the change of power, the glory and darkness, life and death, are all but a snap of the fingers.

The aloof Mary Joya and the government seem to be just insignificant dust.

The blank 100 years belong to the past as well as the present, but definitely not to the future.The wounds and blood that entangled with this have become the inscriptions on the tombstone.

The era that belonged to Roger and Whitebeard has passed, but who will write the new star-studded chapter?

Jesus unlibre-penseur

The light that blinds us is darkness to us.When we are awake, the dawn will break, the days will be long, the sun is just a morning star (1)

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Within a few days, the news of the decisive battle between Kuzan and Sakalski on Punk Kazakh Island reached my ears.

"Why didn't you notify me until now?"

I should have been furious, but now I acted calmly.

I stood at the door of the ward of the Marine Vandor Naval Hospital, and inside were Kuzan and Sakasky who had not yet woken up.

Sally bent down very low, put his arms around my shoulders and called me: "Don't be angry, Xiao Xiya~ Kuzan said it himself and didn't tell you~"

I glance coldly