[Pirates] Intelligence dealers don't sell cute

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Soundtrack: Dearfriends, One Piece ED

Well, the following content is recommended to read after reading.

First of all, the spirit of tequila, we refer to Du Niang.

Then the scene of grabbing the red-haired hedgehog beer and drinking something, you can review Chapter 9.

There are also tattoos of the so-called revolutionary army cadres, which are also necessary for the plot.

The last sentence [What is more terrifying than ghosts and gods is the human heart. 】From "Tomb Raiders Notes"

Apparently, Hindley told a lie, but it would not be caught.

Also, to reveal a little bit:

The sea blue ring on the little finger of Schindler's left hand has a special meaning.

This means that he is Sakasky's personal soldier.

Different colors and positions also have different meanings.

Index finger black - Prisoner.

Red middle finger - combatant.

Ring finger purple - spy.

The tail refers to the sea blue-confidant.

Sorry, I didn't set it well before, so I changed it to "S"

because for now,

"K",

To us, he is a very important person.

I don't want anyone to bear his name again!

After that, it's gossip.

In the first half of Kidd's drunkenness, I finished writing it after four o'clock last night.

Only one person can capture those feelings in a quiet night.

As I wrote, I couldn't help but wet my eyes.

Kong traded his own death in exchange for Kidd's growth.

Helpless and sad.

An invisible net accurately captured everyone on board.

Pirates don't have so many etiquette and rules. From the day they choose their path, they have already accepted death in battle someday in the future.Therefore, pirates will unexpectedly hate wreaths and tears, and even more hate cumbersome funerals.From the pirate's point of view, it is just that he has become a body without temperature, and has no other meaning.

Perhaps, at the moment of loss, everyone will suffer, but time will make people forget slowly.

It didn't take long for the fetters that had been cut off to decay into a pile of dust, buried in an unnamed grave, and a monument without words was erected in front of it.

No more crying because there is no time for abundance.Everyone has a job they have to do and a position that they need to stick to.

Although someone is missing, the ship still has to continue sailing.

And Kira wanted to comfort Kidd, but didn't know what to say, and judging by his expression, he could only let him go in the end.However, he believes that the man he fancy will not be defeated by such a blow!Otherwise, I would not follow him through life and death.

Climbing up to the mainmast, Kira temporarily acted as lay lookout.He and others must support the entire pirate group when their BOSS is temporarily depressed!

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After locking the door, Kidd put the tequila he was holding on the ground.The tall wooden barrel is almost level with the table.

He violently pried off the lid of the entire wooden barrel, and suddenly the entire cabin was filled with a special smell that was more brutal than Kidd's, and it seemed that even he couldn't tolerate it.

The clear wine, like a golden bronze mirror, honestly reflected Kidd's face, and even captured some of his gauntness.After staring blankly at the reflection for a while, Kidd reached out and tore off the goggles on his head, and threw them on the floor together with the warm coat.The coat was okay, but the goggles made a lot of noise.

But now he doesn't want to care about so much.

He was tired, exhausted physically and mentally.

Captain is not a fun title.Maybe sometimes under the envious and respectful gaze of his subordinates, he is majestic and uncomfortable!But more often?He needs to decide the ship's sailing route and confirm the safety of the next island.When encountering the navy or other pirates at sea, it is up to him to decide whether to fight or not.

His consciousness and his decision-making will affect the fate of the entire pirate group, so it cannot be hasty.

Not everyone can bear such a burden.

Organizations and teams are susceptible to leader infection:

If he is valiant, then his men will be desperate;

If he weeps, then his men mourn;

If he is soft, then his subordinates will also hesitate;

If he is afraid, then his men will also recoil.

After all, he is the core.

A big glass of strong wine was poured too hard, before his body was ready, the fierce taste made him feel his stomach churning, and he turned his head and vomited it out with a wow.After tossing enough, he stumbled over with a tissue and wiped his face carelessly.Shirtless, sat down on the edge of the bed, scooped up another cup without hesitation or pause, but stopped when the wall of the cup touched his lips.Seeming to be in thought, Kidd paused for a moment, then raised the cup to the top of his head, and with a flip of his wrist, the wine flowed down his head and face, mixed with tears, all over his body.

Kidd knew that the way he was now must be very embarrassing, embarrassing, and stupid.

—but he couldn't stop.

Drinking one glass after another, the hair hangs down wetly, and the wine flowing down easily entered the eyes and quickly occupied them.The uninterrupted burning sensation made him extremely uncomfortable, and he felt that his eyes were so painful that he was about to go blind.But he was still being inexplicably stubborn, and he was still unwilling to admit defeat and wipe it off.He simply closed his eyes, letting the tears flow like a faucet that cannot be tightened.

He, Eustace Kidd, had never been one to hide his emotions.

——It's not "not good at", but "can't".

When he was sad, he would never be able to do it if he was killed: like any other mature boss, he smiled calmly.

Therefore, he can only use deeper pain to numb himself.

What's more, he doesn't want to learn how to hide, pretend to be paralyzed, and put on a mystery that people can't see through.

That would only make his life worse than death.

He just wanted to stand a little higher and stand out than his subordinates, and if he wanted to, he could turn around and fight with them. This position would be fine...

I don't know how many cups I drank, but I saw that half of the wine in the barrel was gone.

Kidd was satisfied with the severe pain in his head.

Just being able to focus on the pain can make him forget about mourning.

So, wine is really a fucking good thing!

With a splitting headache, he dropped his hands, drooped his head, and lay down on the bed involuntarily, curled up like a baby.Unexpectedly, he touched a dagger on his chest, and Kidd withdrew his hand quickly as if he had touched hot charcoal.

This dagger was the one they had drawn and faced each other when they met for the first time.

He later gave it to himself.

This unintentional move made his previous efforts come to naught.

Obviously, he was about to forget it, but why did this damn memory, like grass growing wildly after the rain, fill his mind and heart again.

Kidd growled in a low voice like a wild beast out of control, trying to drop the dagger.But when he was getting out of the sheath, unexpectedly, he stabbed it in his left hand.The strength is so great that it directly penetrates the palm of your hand.Blood spattered, and quickly stained the sheets as red as the coat.

He tortured himself almost paranoidly, crazily and cruelly, without mercy.

But he smiled and enjoyed it.Because he found a new pain, a pain that was more severe than drinking alcohol.

Tiredness, like a tidal wave, overwhelmed him, and he was happy to suffocate in it.

With blood as a quilt, mourning as a bed, pain as a mattress, and strong wine as a pillow, seek a mournful drunk!

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In the end, Kira kicked open the door forcibly, and then everyone saw the "scene" inside.

Kira finds Kidd on the bed.

Today, compared with the arrogance and arrogance of the past, the appearance of Eustace Kidd is even more heartbreaking.

Kira carried him out of the captain's cabin, and when he was about to hand him over to the ship's doctor, he heard Kidd muttering inarticulately:

"I don't want tequila, I want to drink beer... Don't fight with me!"

Everyone was stunned.

Kira choked up and said to Kidd:

"No problem! When you come back, let you drink enough!"

This kind of experience let them know: their BOSS is also a person of flesh and blood.

The ship's doctor later said that Kidd's boss not only drank to the point of almost alcohol poisoning, but also almost lost his left hand.

Although this news made everyone sweat, but anyway, their captain, after a few days of coma, was finally fine.

But his words became less, and so did his expression.

We all know:

【Lost an important partner for the first time】

With such a blow, the world asked a multiple-choice question, and finally let the young Kidd grow up.Although it is at the price of unforgettable pain and grief that cannot be wiped away.

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Bruce is in charge of sentry tonight.

He played with the lighter in his hand and poured himself a glass of hot wine.There was a sound of air rubbing in the distance, but he couldn't find the source. It seemed that there was a gust of night wind blowing in, bringing an unpleasant coolness.He tightened the blanket around him.

"Yo, hello new lookout."

Schindler stopped on the moon, leaned on the cable, and stood firmly on the edge of the lookout.

Bruce didn't have time to be surprised, just like the conditioned reflex in his right hand, he decisively picked up the pistol.But before loading it, the wrist was pinched by Schindler's left hand, and the latter's figure flashed, and he was already behind him, the dagger in his right hand was pressed against his throat.

"I didn't come here to make trouble." Schindler lowered his voice, and then smiled again, "However, if I have malicious intentions, I'm afraid you will only have a boatload of corpses left."

"What's your purpose?" Bruce threw away the gun, expressing his choice.He knew that this man was not lying.

"I need your help," Schindler put the dagger into the sheath, jumped into the small observation deck, and sat opposite Bruce.

"Help?" Bruce asked puzzled.

"Tsk, your captain is really pitiful," Schindley didn't answer directly, but pointed to which pot to open and which pot to lift.

Bruce was so angry that he almost raised his gun impulsively.Schindler was naturally aware of it, and no longer kept secrets.

"Being played by a woman in the applause, but I don't know it yet." Schindler's smile is somewhat similar to Ivan's.

"Crown?" Bruce pulled out the name he had always been suspicious of.

"That's right," Schindler nodded. "Speaking of which, you don't know yet, do you?" Seeing Bruce's thoughtful look, he continued to "reveal the secret", as if he was performing a rehearsed scene.

"Crown, she is an intelligence officer affiliated with Sakasky."

Bruce stood up immediately when he heard the words, saying "Sure enough" in his heart.

"Don't get excited." Schindler watched the fish take the bait with satisfaction.

"Nine years ago, Klauen escaped from Serbia, and no one knew her whereabouts. But you think, how did such a young child survive in the South China Sea where the weak and the strong preyed on him? It's very simple. When she was drifting at sea, Rescued by Sakalski's warship. After that, it was very logical. In order to repay her kindness and survive, she became Sakalski's well-trained "police dog". You haven't seen it. That loyal and flattering look is really off-putting!"

Bruce clenched his fists, his voice was a little hoarse, but he didn't believe it.

"What evidence do you have?"

"It's not easy." Schindler had been prepared, took out an envelope and handed it to Brad, "There is always an intelligence dealer named 'Y' who specially sends information about various pirates active in the South China Sea, Give it to Sakalski for nothing..."

Brad flipped through it, and found that the handwriting on it was exactly the same as the handwriting of the word "Kidd" on the pirate flag that Crane had drawn.

With such ironclad evidence, it would be difficult for him not to believe it.

"Also, didn't you find out?" Schindley added fuel to the fire, "Clawn's reward photos have always been blurry. Could it be said that the dignified navy can't even get a photo of a wanted criminal? Of course not The answer is that Crone is an invisible pawn of Sakalski, and the wanted ones are just a show, so that she can gain the trust of the pirates."

"At that time, it was Kong who stopped Sakalski at the East Port. He was seriously injured in the warehouse and was arrested. In the end, Klauen solved him for Sakalski."

Brad stroked the blackened blood on the edge of the watchtower, left by the former lookout who was nailed to death by his own officer.

"What do you want me to do?" Bruce believed the man for the time being.

"It's very simple," Schindler shrugged with a relaxed expression, "Just provide me with detailed information about Crane's childhood in the circus."

"Who are you?" Bruce asked. "Beside that pink-haired navy, I've seen you."

"That's just my identity as a spy." Schindler explained methodically without panicking, "My real identity is the Revolutionary Army!"

"Now we are committed to gradually infiltrating Christi's navy and overthrowing their rule! So, I want to get rid of Croun."

He is eloquent and has a realistic expression.

Whether it was his past work on Judiciary Island or his current role in the Revolutionary Army, he has long been proficient at disguising and acting, and he is able to achieve the desired effect and purpose with ease.

"Proof." Bruce refused.

Schindler smiled and rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, revealing a dragon tattoo.

"It's the hallmark of a cadre."

Bruce was skeptical.

"Even if you doubt me, it won't do you any harm to get rid of Crohn, right?" Schindler looked at his watch, planning to withdraw.

"I promise you." Bruce gave his own response.

"At this time in three days, I will come to collect information."

He jumped out of the watchtower and disappeared into the night with moon steps.

[What is more terrifying than ghosts and gods is the human heart. 】

Looking at the sea-blue brilliance flashing by the little finger of his left hand, and the bright "S" on it, Schindler suddenly felt amused:

I move freely among the three forces, seeming to belong to each force, but seem to have nothing to do with them.

But, he is not a heartless knife.

He knows what he wants.

☆、【Extra】Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng

The morning sun rises day after day, bringing joyful whiteness to the silent earth.Ordinary days, after a long time, will become a habit.No one has an unfounded fear of losing it all one day.Naturally, no one will see clearly: what he holds in his hand has always been just a handful of quicksand.Sooner or later it will be lost, the difference is only the speed of passing.

Forever, the desert summer island, is located on the edge of the South China Sea, so it can be blessed by heaven and far away from the center of the war.

For those who drink salty filtered seawater all year round, rainwater is the most precious gift in Forever.

Occasionally, a ferry cruises on the sea surface, leaving stretches of scale-like ripples.The small town located on the edge of the desert is where the residents of the entire island live.Small houses, separated by dirt roads chiseled by hand, are spread evenly around the coastline of the island.The lifeblood of this communication is as important and fragile as human blood vessels.Looking at the hinterland of the desert in the distance, I can vaguely see a few tenacious plants.Going deeper, it is a "barren land" in the true sense.

The dazzling sunlight shoots down colorful bands of light, and in an instant, people mistakenly think that they have seen a rainbow.

It's a pity that it was noon, and the intense heat of the dog days drove people back home.It is too late to escape, who is in the mood to enjoy the scenery?

But in the eyes of the children, who are all good swimmers, noon is the best time of the day.

Because only at this time, the sea water is not as cold as at night, but warm enough to make people feel soft and crispy all over.

"Hey! Klauen! What are you doing in a daze!"

My childhood playmate greeted me in the sea, impatiently, and even splashed water directly on the shore, making me wet like a drowned rat.

But I was stunned in place, staring at my little palm in a daze.It was as if he was calling someone else who had nothing to do with me.

Here it is, Forever?

How many years have passed?

——Since the pirate attack when I was five years old.

The body has also become smaller, becoming the six-year-old who should not have appeared in forever—there is no evidence, but it is definitely a six-year-old.

At this time, is my name Crone?

How am I here?

I'm not...in, in that...

Can't remember where it was before.

It's my illusion.

This is clearly my hometown.

I grew up here.There are parents who love me, and partners who play tricks together.

There were no invading pirates, no news of my parents' death, and I wasn't sold to a black heart circus...

I don't need to rely on selling information to survive on the edge of the world.And I will not be afraid: if I accidentally fall into the abyss one day, I will never recover.

Nothing has happened, and the days here have always been consistent and stable.

"Hey! Crowne! If you keep making trouble like this, we will never play with you again!"

Finally, someone in the sea couldn't bear his temper anymore, ran to the shore, squeezed my hand with a slightly larger palm familiarly, dragged me rudely and ran into the sea without asking for my opinion.

He has dazzling red hair, like a red hedgehog.

Such a familiar feeling, but I don't remember him either.

"That," I said timidly, following behind him, "Who are you?"

"Huh?" He stopped abruptly when he heard the words, his little feet scratched two dents on the soft sand, "Klauen, you didn't have a fever today, did you?" He deliberately pressed the back of his hand to my forehead superior. "Ask such an idiot question!"

Seeing that I was still confused, he sighed and waved his hand quite generously:

"Forget it, I'll tell you one more time."

"My name is Eustace Kidd! Crowne, remember it for me! Don't forget it for the rest of your life! Otherwise, I will beat you!"

The boy's tone was somewhat arrogant, and his wheat-colored skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat and sea water.The face against the light blocked the sunlight and plunged him into darkness without light.The facial features in the haze, but always exude a heroic and domineering spirit.The golden eyes are like his sun, always only shining on his own world.Others can only look up regretfully, but cannot get it.

I grinned and laughed too.

"Then you should also remember that my name is Klauen."

"That kind of thing," he rubbed my red hair, which is exactly the same as his, with his somewhat rough palm, and said softly, "I won't forget it even if I don't try to remember it."

"Kidd, why are you dawdling?"

Finally, even Kira, who was always good-tempered, became impatient.

Kidd didn't respond to Kira immediately, he didn't say anything, and left a big smile on me.Then he turned around and took my hand and jumped into the sea.

The appearance of this moment made me suddenly feel like I was in a dream.

It seems that I have been running all the time, wanting to chase something, and have never gotten it.

I'm so afraid of losing...

Although this is already commonplace, it will still hurt after all.

An ordinary life does not have the excitement of swords and swords, nor the temptation of adventure, but you don't have to worry about losing.People who are very important to you will not leave you quietly one day.On the underdeveloped island, people don't have too many conflicts of interest, and the conversation is full of trifles about firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.

Don't worry about betrayal, don't worry about losing, don't worry about being alone.

Surrounded by sea water, I dived with ease.I wanted to swim quietly, but unexpectedly I couldn't escape the water battle.

Kidd and Kira stand in the same camp without hesitation, and Sora will naturally follow his "boss" loyally.In this way, I was at a clear disadvantage.There is only Aiwen, who is full of frail bookishness, beside him.

"Hey, hey! It's not fair!" I protested, "Why is it three against two!"

"Who said it's three against two? Of course I want to stand on my sister's side!"

Before the red-haired hedgehog could quibble, a vigorous figure jumped off the cliff and hit a beautiful little splash on the water.

"Ni Jiang!" I was surprised and delighted, looking at the three of Kidd with gloomy faces happily and gloatingly.

Because of Ace's strong joining, the situation quickly reversed.The three who thought they had taken advantage of it fled in despair.He ran to the beach and complained to Shanks who was enjoying the shade under the coconut tree.

Regardless of the salty sea water on my face, I laughed out loud in the sea, until I lost my breath.

It's like I haven't been this happy in a long time.

Bitter seawater seeped into my eyes, and I started to cry again:

—maybe it's because of the sea water, or maybe it's something else.

"Why, there is always a lingering haze in my heart?"

Because of the turmoil of the times, you and I were squeezed into the adult world prematurely, and had to desperately get a share of our lives in it.

We are all willful and vexatious children.Because of being bullied by the world, in order to survive, he had to learn to be equally indifferent.On the contrary, use your own hands to hurt the world.

Accidentally glanced at it, and felt that the sea blue of the sky was too perfect a false lie.

"What are you in a daze for?" Ace rubbed my head like a red-haired hedgehog.

"No." I smiled brightly, and went ashore.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a moment of rest?

After receiving the towel handed over by Uncle Beckman, I dried my hair and body, wrapped it in a bath towel, and lay down on the bench.Close your eyes and let the shadow cast from above fall mottledly on your face.The breeze passed by, finally bringing a bit of coolness.People can't help being lazy and want to spend a pleasant afternoon.

"Drink some juice." Shanks came over with an orange drink with ice cubes floating in it, and sat down on the bench beside him.

"Yeah." I happily sat up from the recliner, snatched it over, and drank it in big gulps.

"No one is robbing you, drink slowly, and be careful not to choke." Shanks looked at me like this, annoyed and funny.

I completely ignored his kindness, drank the whole glass in one go, and put the glass on the table with a snap.

"Speaking of which, Klauen seems to have grown taller again." Shanks looked at the youths who were full of energy and were fighting "sand battles".

"Eh?" I jumped off the recliner in surprise, pulled Shanks, and insisted on comparing my height with him.

"Clawn doesn't grow tall!" The red-haired hedgehog enthusiastically poured cold water on me.

"You're not tall!" I glared at him, but he didn't bother to argue, because with his height, everyone knew it.

"Correct answer." Aiwen pushed his glasses, but Kira's sand was sprinkled on his face.

"Who asked you to snatch it from me!" The air panicked, "I should take care of this kid!"

"..." Ivan's glass heart was instantly shattered into powder finer than sand...

"It's okay, it's okay, you know them too, with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart." Ace comforted him helplessly.

Perhaps because of the similar names, the two have always hit it off.

Seeing their energetic appearance, I shook my head lightly, wrapped my bath towel with a smile, and lay back on the recliner.

"Are you sleepy?" Shanks took the empty glass with a smile, and patted my head, "Well, let's have a good sleep, and we will go home together when we wake up."

"No one will leave you and go first."

I nodded in a daze and fell into a dream.

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I woke up from the cold.

I don't know when the night will fall, the temperature drops sharply, and there is only a crescent moon left in the dark night sky.The pale moonlight flowed on the gravel, like a silver-white ocean.And I am a lonely boat in this vast sea.Drifting, but still can't find the shore where I can dock.

There was a dead silence all around, no one was there.

What Shanks said still echoed faintly in his ears.

I ran around blindly, trying to get back to that "home".But like a headless fly, he walked around and couldn't find the familiar small house.No one lives, no one is my partner.

This is not forever, this is a desert island.

And I will always be alone, trapped here to death!

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Tears wet my cheeks, and I fumbled in the dark for a tissue by the bed.Sitting up, he bumped his head into the short cabinet in the narrow cabin.There was boundless darkness and cold all over his body, and he was wrapped tightly in a not-so-thick quilt.Wiping my tears and snot, I vigorously threw the waste paper out of the cabin.After a while, a white paper towel was spread there.

The scene in the nightmare is vivid.

Like a broken faucet, the tears kept flowing.When he was sobbing, seeing tears dripping down, his whole body couldn't help trembling convulsively.

My heart was filled with unexplained sadness and desolation.

I have never, more than now, desired to have someone by my side.

Sadness, joy, love, hate...

No matter what it is, it can't give a lonely heart a warm and domineering embrace.

It is said that Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, but what about me?

I am alone here, even if I return to my dream, I am still alone.

The boundary between dream and reality is not important.

So what if the distinction is clear?

You cry, your heart aches and you almost want to die, no matter what, no one will see, let alone anyone care to understand.

My eyes adapted to the darkness, and I glanced at the calendar on the low cabinet. Facing those numbers, I suddenly remembered:

Today is my birthday.

"Happy birthday."

With tears in my eyes, I smiled.

The author has something to say: Keke, why did you update it?

First of all, I am very happy to see the favorites and comments.

Secondly, today is actually my birthday.

So I conveniently set my daughter's birthday to the same day.

This chapter can be regarded as a birthday present to myself.

Um.That's it.

I want to write a chapter that is a little sad, but I don't know if I have achieved my goal.

Some people may think that Crane is too cowardly, always crying.

However, no matter how strong a person is, there will be times when he wants to cry.

Not to mention carrying too much Kraun.

I am a real mother, and I still feel sorry for my daughter.

Don't think that we are exaggerating the facts. When a person cries in bed at night,

I would really tremble and couldn't help myself, and I would be really embarrassed and embarrassing.

At that time, I really want to think that someone can be by my side and understand my pain.

But what about that?

A person, after all, a person.

It's the same even in a dream.

Well, I won't update the article for the time being.

We are going back to school on Sunday afternoon.

[Bow] Thank you again for your support and recognition, and for your "groaning without illness" that doesn't dislike me.

Thanks!I really love you guys!

☆, this chapter is water!

Cough cough, we are back... [serious face] The high school entrance examination has finally ended magnificently, we feel pretty good about ourselves, and the results come out in early July, um, everything must be fine!Ho ho!necessary!

Well, I admit it, this chapter is water. [Poke, you can tell from the title, hey!Soul light! 】Well, I mainly want to talk about the recent plan to fill in the pit, and some small feelings since writing the article. (*^__^*)

NO.1

The first thing to lead the way is the pit filling announcement.

My generation has passed the high school entrance examination, these days I will first find out how I feel, and then start filling in the holes as soon as possible! 【←This is a promise...laugh】Well, the previous outline was accidentally lost, and the plot has changed a lot, and there are many new plots, so we have to write a new outline first. 【Knock the wall】

All in all, we will update as soon as possible~

NO.2

Speaking of which, the pit of the red-haired hedgehog was indeed intended to be filled in as a "thousand-year pit" at the beginning, but we did not expect it at all: it was made up and dragged along with the plot... [Poke, please respect yourself! 】Can write so much.Looking at the long catalog, I will always feel a sense of relief... [Nod] The most gratifying thing is the number of favorites~ [Twist] Although I am not as good as a famous writer, I am still very happy because I know this It is the result of doing it seriously and getting it.The so-called people are more angry than others, so we only look at ourselves. [Insider words: In fact, it is still very difficult to achieve.Um. 】

I remember that Mr. Lu Xun once said [Our idol is here... Pulling the corner of the clothes] once said that writing should look forward. [Probably so, I can’t remember clearly.Being kicked away] We have always regarded it as our creed.

Well, from my point of view, tracing back to the source, writing is actually for an unspeakable pleasure.

Looking at the world I imagined, I constructed it bit by bit with words and turned them into "realities" one by one.This is a pleasure for myself.And seeing your little things being loved by others is naturally a greater pleasure.This is a kind of fun for the outside world.

In this regard, we will no longer be long-winded.

NO.3

Let’s talk about the pit of the red-haired hedgehog.

This is the fourth fanfic I wrote.In terms of writing and other aspects, it seems that it has gradually matured.What I want to talk about most is the self-created characters in this pit. "Desert Rose" cute Betty, father-in-law Kana, Mr. Fox Ivan, "loyal dog" Kong, black Baron Roberts, Schindler who has carried many things...

As I wrote and wrote, they seemed to have flesh and blood, talking and laughing beside me.So I suddenly understood how Dumas felt when he wrote "The Three Musketeers".Perhaps, this is the charm of words.

I have the same love for them all, but to be honest, I still prefer Ivan, so I will just talk about him below.

As a writer, in my opinion, Aiwen is just a child who is too stubborn. [PS. His extra special will be released in the future, so I won’t spoil too many spoilers right now. 】Because you are deceived by the world, learn to deceive the world.Because you are hurt by the world, learn to fight back against the world.

In any case, in his heart, there is only one small extravagant wish: someone to look at him, care about him, and cherish himself.

Tsk, the long pink hair is still swaying in front of my eyes.

NO.4

Finally, thank you Minasan for your support and likes, as long as there is one person who likes it, we can write it seriously! 【laugh】

No la!Oh ho ho ho, I'm going to write the outline!

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