[Comprehensive] Eternal Recorder

The seven or eight-year-old child walked alone on the bustling street, neither bouncing nor cheering, calm and weird.But it doesn't matter, in such a city, no one will pay so much attention to another person who passes by him, even if his face is expressionless, no one will notice.

In the window of the store, exquisite dolls are painted and posed in various shapes, trying their best to show the new clothes of this season to the fullest.The light and floating reflection of the child is reflected on the polished glass.The shadows of cold and empty black eyes floated beside the doll, which looked more fake than the colored eyeballs.

Those eyes blinked suddenly, and they only rolled their eyeballs to glance behind.After a while, he turned around again and stared straight at the face of the puppet less than one meter away.

That delicate little face remained expressionless, but inexplicably began to accumulate some kind of gloom.

She reached out to touch the small backpack behind her, but her raised arm was suddenly bumped.She was small and light, she was knocked to the side, and her back hit the glass window heavily.

Then, the whole little face sank.

His silver hair stood up towards the sky, his pale skin seemed to have never seen the sun, and there were strong and smooth muscles under his skin, his fierce eyes seemed to be provocative even when he looked down, as long as he narrowed his eyes slightly to express anger or threats Those who are stared at by him will run away in embarrassment like encountering a prehistoric monster.

But the people he met today were different from before.

It looked like she was just a elementary school student under ten years old, and she was also a weak girl... I don't know how many similar people were scared away by him before, and they all ran away crying.But today this one didn't cry, and even stood up from the ground by himself, still staring at him like that.

That look...is it contemptuous of him?

He narrowed his eyes in displeasure, and the curiosity that had just arisen in his heart was replaced by irritability.

"Hey, brat, you..."

"Has no one taught you to apologize when you bump into someone?"

This tone is taken for granted as if one plus one equals two.

He moved his hands in his trouser pockets, bent slightly, and stared straight at her face.

At first glance, there was only violence in those eyes, but upon closer inspection, only a piece of cold indifference could be seen in the depths of those brown pupils.Like a beast, because it cannot be interpreted, it becomes extremely terrifying.

Mo blinked slowly, stood up straight, and repeated what he said just now, "Apologize."

The corners of his lips were pulled back suddenly, and the tall boy lowered his face again with a sneer, and asked slowly in a low and hoarse voice, "What did you say?"

With scorching breath hitting his face, Mo took a step back uncomfortably, but he didn't show the flustered look expected by the young man.

"I said, let you apologize to me. You bumped into me just now." Mo saw him take a step towards himself, and then backed up again, but his back hit the glass window.

"So..." The monosyllable with unknown meaning was stretched very long, and the silver-haired boy propped one hand on the glass window, completely delimiting this little prey within his hunting range.

Even though his back was slightly arched and his head was lowered, he was still much taller than Mo, and his chin was raised rebelliously, trying to create a sense of fear from an extremely overlooking angle.

But he failed.

Mo still stared at him with the kind of eyes that made him irritable, and the expressionless little face lacked even a sense of tension.

He looked at her coldly, and after a while, he suddenly withdrew his hands and straightened up, turned around and left.

As soon as he took the second step, he felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled.

It was that brat just now.

He lowered his head and looked at her still calm, even silent eyes, and the irritability and violence on his face began to show little by little.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

——"I'm sorry, Jin, can you come here quickly? I really can't take so many things..."

Tsk.He pressed the phone, looked down at the kid who let go when he answered the phone, turned his head and walked towards the original destination.

Mo tilted his head and followed.

Go through the flow of people, turn around the corner, wait for the traffic lights, and follow the flow of people into the gate of the commercial center.

He turned his head and saw that little ghost was still following him at a distance that was neither too far nor too close, and turned his head coldly.

At the door of a department store, a young woman smiled softly and waved to the boy. Beside her were two shopping carts full of big bags and small bags.

"Aren, I'm going to trouble you today."

Akutsujin kept a cold face, but started to carry things without saying a word.Vegetables, flour, baking powder... colorful, birthday candles?Akutsujin gave his hands a pause, and then threw the things into the bag.

"boring."

His voice was low, but Yuuki who had been paying attention to him still noticed it.She said with a smile while packing her things, "Birthday is a very important day. Are you ready, Ah Ren?"

Without raising his head, Yakutsuren asked impatiently, "What?"

"Invite friends to come over for your birthday. Although I tell you every year, you haven't invited friends here once. Mom will definitely make a lot of pastries and desserts tonight, and they will be delicious!"

Yuuki looked at Akutsujin with expectant eyes, with a bit of caution in his expression.

She knew that her son would not have many friends at school. She always knew that he often fought outside, and in order not to worry herself, she even studied karate seriously for a period of time... However, as a mother, she He never wanted to see his son always alone, without even a single friend.

Akutsujin turned his head to the side, speeding up and stuffing things into the bag.On the one hand, he said in an impatient, even somewhat fierce tone.

"Don't order me!"

Yuuki was still smiling, but there was a bit of sadness in her eyes.

friend?Tsk, that kind of thing... Sneering disdainfully in his heart, the expressionless Akutsuren picked up a few big bags in one hand and walked out of the door steadily.

Unable to afford expensive rent, the mother and son live in a small apartment on the outskirts of Tokyo.The location is remote, the environment is not good, and the security is also very poor.When he first moved here, the outstanding Akutsu Yuki was often harassed by hooligans around his residence, and he hesitated to move out.Fortunately, this kind of thing happened a lot less later, and it has hardly been encountered in the past few years.

The small flat on the second floor is simply surrounded by low walls, and the doors of each apartment are close together. Clothes and sheets are hung in the corridor, and there are even piles of beer bottles piled up at some doorways.Akutsujin was used to these things for a long time, he lifted the bag slightly, and stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor.

Akutsu Yuki, who was walking in front, took out the key from the bag, raised his head, but suddenly froze.

"Hurry up, old woman!" Akutsujin shouted in a rough voice.

"Ren...Ren, that's..."

Yuuki was so surprised that she couldn't even finish her sentence.Ajiu Jinren looked past her impatiently, but almost stared his eyes out.

"Hello, Aunt Yuki, my name is Mo, and I'm Ren's friend. It's the first time we meet, please give me your advice!" Mo smiled brightly, and bowed in a dignified way.