Disorderly and complicated whispers whispered in his ears.

"Da da da."

He heard the croon of his old friend RELL.

Mixed in is the buzz that is unique to Donda, a wonderfully vocal instrument.

Although he was very conscious, RELL was dead, his soul returned to the star sea, and his body turned into dust amidst the flames and blood, but at this moment the voice of his old friend was still clear.

"he came,

he heard,

run

Before he knows what you're doing—

before he found you. "

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The sky was dimly bright, and Garhold opened his eyes wearily.He was awakened by Clark's punches and kicks.

In fact, he was still asleep. The so-called whispers were nothing more than a nightmare, an extremely terrifying nightmare related to the past.

Clark, who slept in the same bed as him, hadn't woken up yet, but his little hand had already grabbed his face.If it weren't for these little hands that had nowhere to rest, maybe he would have to stay in the nightmare for a while longer.

Calhold quietly pushed Clark's limbs away from him to make room enough for him to free himself.

He sat up from the bed and took a look at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

The hour hand points to eight o'clock.

Garhold dressed and washed, ready to go to the dining room for breakfast. Jonathan had already finished his morning chores, and Martha was making breakfast for Clark and Garhold.

Seeing Garhold go downstairs, Martha immediately greeted him: "Good morning, Gar, is the little slacker finally up?"

Garhold smiled and nodded, walked to the table and sat down: "Good morning, Mom, I don't think I'm a slob, Clark is, he hasn't woken up yet."

Martha immediately brought him a glass of milk, and then some slices of bread.

"You're talking nonsense about Gal, I'm not a slob." At this moment, Clark staggered down the stairs, and it seemed that the movement of getting up woke him up.

Martha watched Clark go downstairs, couldn't help but encouraged, "Clark is a good boy, a good boy should change his clothes and get ready for breakfast now."

Garhold repeated: "Yes, the good boy should have changed for breakfast."

"Bruce should be up by this point too..."

After hearing this, Clark seemed to be on a stimulant. He hurriedly sat down on the dining table, and quickly wiped out the breakfast prepared on his plate, as if he was ready to go.

"Don't worry, Clark, it's not good for your health to eat in such a hurry." Martha couldn't help but muttered while watching Clark eating.

Garhold frowned, took a sip of milk, and nodded.

"Shall we go to Bruce's house today!" Clark looked at Garhold with earnest eyes, "Probably." Garhold was obviously absent-minded because of the nightmare, "If Dad doesn't take us there, I'm afraid it won't work."

"Dad, Dad!" Clark immediately turned his head to look at Jonathan who was busy in the living room, "Can you take us to Bruce's house, please—"

"Do you really like Bruce that much?" Garhold heard Jonathan mutter in a low voice.

"Hey, this is Clark's first friend," Martha glared at Jonathan, and Jonathan fiddled with the thing in his hand a little aggrieved. "You've been fiddling with that thing since morning, Jonathan, what are you doing?"

"It was bought at an auction, how about—" Jonathan turned around, showing the shiny square box in his hand that had been wiped with rust remover—an old antique camera.

"There is no oven for sale in this auction, but I found this!" Jonathan showed off the camera in his hand like a child, and Martha looked at Jonathan in disapproval, as if she thought this item was not worth the money.

"Oh, I thought I wanted to be a photographer when I was in high school!" Jonathan sighed as he wandered around the room with his camera in his hand.

"What is this?" Clark's attention was instantly attracted by the camera in Jonathan's hand.

"It's called a camera. It can print Clark's current appearance on a piece of paper, right?" Jonathan picked up the camera and pressed the shutter on Clark unexpectedly.

The flash obviously frightened Clark. Clark was taken by Jonathan in a daze, and then he rubbed his eyes, "Where is it! I want to see it!"

"I can't see it now, and I need to put it in the room for printing to see it," Jonathan explained patiently. He glanced at Martha who seemed to disagree, and immediately admitted his mistake sincerely, "I swear, I No waste of money...”

"That's not what I meant... Honey," Martha said, "I'm actually very happy that we can record Clark and Gal's growth with a camera. It's a good thing. Maybe I'll prepare a photo album... "

"But you forgot to take Gal, remember? You promised Gal to take him with you."

Hearing Martha's words, Garhold couldn't help but look at her in surprise. He didn't expect that a careless remark at that time would be remembered by this gentle mother for so long.

"Oh, it's all my fault, I... I broke my promise." Jonathan put down his hand holding the camera, looking a little regretful. "Sorry, Gal, Dad forgot to take you"

"It's okay dad, take me and Clark when you're free!" Garhold stepped forward and tugged at the corner of Jonathan's clothes, "I like Dad's new camera very much, can you take a photo of me and Clark ?”

"Oh my child, of course." Jonathan was so moved by his empathetic adopted son that he almost cried and picked up Cal for a father's hug.

"Hurry up and eat. Mom and I will go to Wayne's house later to help them move the rest of the furniture, and you will go with me."

"That's great! Then Dad, can we... can we take a picture with Bruce! You take a picture of us!" Clark looked at the camera in Jonathan's hand, looking at him expectantly.

"Of course, I will give each of you three boys a photo after the filming is over. It will be a souvenir for the three of you."

Martha watched the interaction between Jonathan and Clark father and son, with a smile on the corner of her mouth. Galhold looked at the camera in Jonathan's hand, and also smiled. Every time he saw his family, the haze in his heart would disappear. Fear also seemed to be diluted.

When Clark and Garhold went to meet Bruce next door, the boy sat quietly at the old desk and read a book. When the caring housekeeper came, he put several books that the boy often browsed in the luggage.

Clark didn't bother him, he quietly stood at the door with Garhold until Martha Wayne whispered, "Bruce, your little friends are here to find you."

"Well, are they Clark and Gal?" Bruce put down the book in his hand, and trotted to the door, "You guys came so early!"

"Bruce! My dad said he wants to take a picture of us, come together!" Clark waved his little hands excitedly, and Martha and Jonathan stood behind him smiling helplessly.

"Ah, taking pictures, of course!" Bruce raised his head and greeted Jonathan, "Good morning, Mr. Jonathan!"

"Good morning, Bruce, I'm sorry to bother you again, Clark kept saying that he would come to play with you." Jonathan said helplessly.

"It's okay, Clark and Gal came to play with me, I am also very happy." Bruce glanced at Garhold, but unexpectedly found that he seemed a little distracted.His eyes stared blankly at the front, seemingly absent-minded.

"So when do we take pictures?" Bruce blinked.

"Let's shoot now. The sun is good now, and the photos look better, and the photos can be developed at night." Jonathan took out his old camera, leaned on his eyes and adjusted the focal length of the lens.

"Honey, do you and Ms. Wayne also have one?" Jonathan suggested.

"Ah, are we?" Martha Wayne was a little surprised, "Two Marthas take a group photo to commemorate this fateful moment." Jonathan said.

"Of course." Martha straightened her clothes, looked at Martha Wayne, she did not refuse, and nodded with a smile.

Jonathan motioned for the boys to stand aside, leaving the two Marthas to stand at the door of the farmhouse.He took a few steps back and held the camera in front of his eyes, like a professional photographer.

He took the camera in his hand, adjusted the angle, aimed at the Mashas, ​​and pressed the shutter button. With a crisp sound of "click", this fateful photo was left behind.

"Okay, it's time for the boys!" Jonathan took several photos repeatedly as a reminder, and nodded to indicate that the ladies could rest. The two ladies told the boys a few words and then turned back to the farmhouse.

Clark was the first to stand in front of the camera, but Jonathan had a difficult time. Clark was too short. If he wanted to find Garhold and Bruce, he would only have one head in the camera.

Garhold saw Jonathan's embarrassment, he resigned himself to hugging Clark, Bruce stood beside him, and the three boys entered the camera completely.

"Three, two, one!" Jonathan yelled the countdown, a burst of shutter sounded, and a group photo exclusive to the boys was taken.

After taking pictures, Jonathan had to continue to help Wayne's family move some heavy objects, and asked the boys not to run too far, or after they ran out of the farm, Martha called him to help.

After Jonathan left, Clark took the two boys to play on the farm.

Although Bruce didn't like to be too rowdy, he didn't want to disappoint Clark too much, and he didn't show any impatience.But with a delicate mind, he could clearly feel that the big boy Gal beside him didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Gal, what's wrong with you?" Bruce asked with some concern.

"Hmm...it's nothing, it's just a nightmare." Garhold looked up at Bruce and sighed.

"Gal, what is the nightmare?" Clark heard a brand new term, and this new thing seemed to make his brother unhappy, so he asked suspiciously.

"It means that when we sleep, we will dream about bad things, and when we wake up, we will be sad and scared." Bruce explained patiently.

"Then I will protect Gal well, and won't make Gal afraid and sad!" Clark clenched his fists and said, "I will enter Gal's dream to protect Gal!"

"...If you are afraid of having nightmares, come and talk to me." Bruce also comforted him, "My father said that as long as someone cares about you, there will be nothing to be afraid of."

"...Thank you, Clark." Garhold's nose was sour, "And thank you, Bruce." He hugged Clark and Bruce, and whispered, "There is nothing to be afraid of, it's just a dream."

Just a dream about the past.

Garhold told himself silently in his heart.

The author has something to say:

There may be a lot of weird flags in this chapter.

And it involves some plots and settings about warfame.

I integrated some of the previous related terms into a unified science popularization for friends who have never played warfame.

Tenno is a group of pure humans.There is no blood relationship between ethnic groups.

After a ship entered the void, all the adults on board were insane to the point of madness, and the remaining children gained the power of the void. After leaving the void, the Orogins arrested the children hoping to study the power of the void.

These kids are tenno. Rell is a special one in the tenno group, suffering from emotional cognitive impairment, which is a common autism.

I won't say much about the others, and there will be plot explanations in the text later.

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