What happened to Isaac?

Walk through the long corridor and come to a separate small room. There are many egg-shaped life capsules embedded in the wall of the room. There are some bright lights, people from various planets lying inside, and even dragons from the planet Dragon. Know exactly how it got in there.

Gast snapped his fingers, and amidst the buzzing sound, two "eggs" hung out of the wall and floated in front of the two of them.

"You have to take off your wings... oh you don't have wings, so please."

Xavier and Isaac looked at each other and lay down in the life chamber.The door of the chamber was slowly closed, and a liquid of unknown composition was poured into the chamber after a "drop" sound, and at the same time, a sedative was also injected into the vein.When you are about to fall into a deep sleep, you can hear the broadcast of the mechanical sound:

"After three seconds, souls will be randomly cast into—"

AD1652? England? Liverpool.

If Isaac and Xavier still have memories, they will find that the random soul injection is like a deliberate joke on them.This machine actually sent them both to the time and place when they first met, as if determined to prove some kind of fate.

**

It might have been a Saturday evening, the pier was very noisy, many vendors crowded the roadside, and there were also human traffickers, most of whom sold blacks, and some were whites.The dock workers transported goods back and forth like ants, and the staff of the steamship company had already left work, but ordinary workers like Isaac still had a lot of work to do.

The sun was sinking, and it was finally time to call it a day. Isaac staggered back, his feet creaking on the boards.The last ship left the port slowly before dark, and the deafening whine of the ship's whistle gradually faded away.Not far away, there was a little yellow-haired boy sitting on a wooden pier, with his face upturned and his head turned around, as if he was looking for the figure of a seabird.He was wearing an ill-fitting blouse and a pair of old shorts, and his thin, bare legs were dangling as if he wanted to shake him off with him.

"There's a boy over there," said Isaac.

His friends laughed and yelled at the boy, "I'm going to fall!" but the boy turned a deaf ear.

"Damn it, I'll go see what's going on."

"Mind your own business, Isaac. Come to think of it, it's going to be dark. Izzy girl will be a little bit angrier if you're late to the tavern."

"Am I still afraid of her mother-in-law?" Isaac said, "You go first, and I will find her later."

Isaac walked behind the boy in three steps and two steps, and found that his hair was not yellow but golden, the color of an autumn wheat field.The afterglow of the setting sun outlined the messy hair, which was fluffy like a small animal.

"Hey," Isaac said stiffly, "don't play here."

The boy turned his head and glanced at him: "Leave me alone."

"What did you say?"

"I'm going to die."

This startled Isaac.

"How old are you, eight?" Isaac asked.

"Ten years old."

"Let me tell you, you have to be at least 40 years old to consider whether you will die or not." Isaac picked up the boy without any explanation, and let him kick and kick in the air without letting him go.After struggling for a while, the child lost his strength and gradually calmed down. At this time, Isaac put him on the ground, squatted down to look at him, and found that there was a bruise on the boy's right eye and a bruise under his nose. There was blood that wasn't wiped clean.

"Who hit you? People around here?" Isaac asked.

The boy lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Well, it's embarrassing to get spanked. What's your name? If you live not far away, I'll take you home."

"I'm not going back," said the boy.

"Then what are you doing, a bum? A ten-year-old bum?"

"It doesn't matter," said the boy, "I don't have a home anyway."

"Let me tell you, there are many slaves here. If anyone escapes and catches you, he will use you like a sheep." Isaac threatened.

The boy tilted his head to look at him, a little puzzled: "Why do you treat me like a sheep?"

It seems that this kid is not that good at yellow, oh, he is only ten years old.What was I doing when I was ten years old?Isaac was lost in thought.After a while, he said, "But what if it rains? What if you're hungry?"

"Then I will die."

Isaac got a little angry: "Believe it or not, I will beat you?" He pretended to raise his hand, and saw the boy squatting on the ground like a conditioned reflex, hugging his head tightly, lowering his head, curled up tightly like a poor ball stand up.

Isaac's hand, which he hadn't intended to actually drop, stopped in mid-air, and he was speechless, feeling that he might know what it meant.

You have to get spanked a lot to know what to do when someone tries to spank you.The normal course of action is to run away.If you can't run away, cover your head with your hands.

"Hey, hey..." Isaac knelt down and whispered, "I was joking with you. I don't even know you, why did you hit you?... Oh, I'm sorry, get up."

The boy raised his head from under his arms and looked out timidly, just in time to see the red-haired middle-aged man's curved mouth and those gentle green eyes.

"I say boy," said Isaac, "who is it? Your eldest brother? Your father?"

Hearing the latter word, the boy hesitated for a moment, nodded, and sucked his nose hard. The indifference when he said "I'm going to die" just now disappeared with the sob.

"You're only that... damn thing," Isaac said.

The boy sniffed again, grinned suddenly, and said, "Bastard."

Isaac froze for a moment, then smiled, and patted his head lightly.He felt that he liked the child for no particular reason.

"Well," Isaac asked, "what if your dad finds out you're missing?"

"Maybe it won't be found until next month."

"Then you can hang out with me today," Isaac thought for a while and said again, "but not for too long. The first thing to say, don't rely on me. What will happen in the future will be discussed at that time."

"I won't pester you," said the boy. "I'm Xavier, but you can call me Langdon."

"Okay, Langdon Jr. You can just call me Isaac."

The boy Xavier took Isaac by the hand.His hand was too small, and he could only hold Isaac's two fingers; his hand was only closed at first, but Isaac gently hooked his palm with his index finger, making him giggle, looked up at Isaac.His eyes are too blue, like a calm sea where no boats have ever sailed.

This evening, Izzy in the tavern was doomed to disappointment.

**

Isaac got some bread for dinner, and besides that, there was a small piece of bacon. He looked at Xavier's pitiful face, and reluctantly cut a third of it for him.After the meal, he wiped Xavier's face with a wet towel. He was so strong that his hands were not light or heavy, and the child was squeaking.

It's getting late after finishing the laundry.Isaac sat on the head of the bed, patching his clothes by the moonlight outside the window, and the sewing was very poor.Xavier was lying next to him, staring at the ceiling, thinking of something, his hand was holding on to the corner of Isaac's clothes.

Isaac has a different smell from his father's. It's not unpleasant. It's the kind of dusty smell that the clothes have been pressed in the closet for too long and can't be wiped off. This difference makes Xavier feel very at ease.

"Do you drink?" Xavier asked.

"Well, I didn't drink today."

"I like people who don't drink."

"I didn't promise you anything! Maybe I'll drink it tomorrow."

"That's okay. Tomorrow's you, I'll save until tomorrow to hate you."

Isaac didn't speak for a while.After a long while like this, when the child's breathing gradually stabilized, he turned his head and glanced at Xavier on the bed, and suddenly let out a "hum".