[Comprehensive] The record of shrinking the world

If we say that the world is a road that keeps extending outwards, constantly generating new futures and disappearing pasts.Then karma is the thread connecting the past and the future, and no one can cut it off.

When it comes to ordinary people, the effect of cause and effect is generally hidden or silent, and few people can discover the mystery.And... in a world with autonomous consciousness, it came so vigorously that no one could notice it.

Everyone can realize the problem of the age of the world getting smaller. Everyone has noticed that he has suddenly dropped from about 5 years old to three years old.But no one raised doubts or vigilance about this matter. Instead, they instinctively treated him like a three-year-old child.

Because at the source of the entangled cause and effect, the unnamed world that unexpectedly drifted from the future to this era was only three years old at the time.

Naturally, in order to evolve what happened at that time again and reconnect the cause and effect of the name and acquaintance, everything seems to go back to the way before many, many causal chains.

Many things have their effects only after they have a cause, and the current or, just as the result, returns to the cause of everything again, and walks the path that he did not even know himself. .

After that, the cycle of this link returns to completion, and everything can continue to develop logically.

Giotto received the child gently and cautiously. When he looked at the child, there was a refined and natural affection in his eyes.

This good feeling is not without reason.

The bond with the cornerstone of the world, as well as the connection between the world and the cornerstone of the world, constitute the natural favor giotto has for the world.

Therefore, it is inexplicable that the relationship between the two people is abrupt and good.

Many people were surprised to find that Vongola's leader was followed by a small follower, who was soft and stumbled while walking, but followed Vengley firmly without any hesitation.

Therefore, even one of giotto's friends, a certain duchess who loves children very much, did not cast a condemning look at giotto after seeing this scene, but happily greeted him. world.

The little child looked at her softly, blinked innocently, and grabbed Giotto's hand more and more forcefully.

All his previous memories have been emptied, and there are only two things left in his mind.

One, he is the world.

Two, giotto is someone you can trust.

So, even when facing Giotto at first, Shijie didn't say anything, just smashed his little head into Giotto's arms, grabbed his clothes, and cried.

This is the only sense of security in this world that belongs to me but doesn't seem to belong to me.

——Because, strictly speaking, he is now in his own parallel world, creating a future for himself in the parallel world.

At the same time, the warm feeling from Vongola's ring and the natural friendly feeling made Giotto not ask any questions after touching the child's head for a long time, but just accepted the child.

"There is something written on your clothes that is probably a Japanese word. Is this the language of Asari? I heard that every character has a pronunciation. I'll ask him..."

"It turns out that the three characters above are pronounced like this. Does it mean the world? Uh... it doesn't seem like a name. If so, I will remove the two characters before and after, and only the middle character will be left." .”

"Let's just call you Xiao or, is that okay?"

As if a nerve connected to the brain, the silver-haired child's eyes widened and he nodded vigorously.

"Yes, or."

This is the name that was linked with him after the will of the world was truly born hundreds of years later.

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"Sorry, Xiaohe, we have a party tonight, and I'm sorry I can't accompany you. As compensation, shall I take you to see the grassland next week?"

The young man with a head of brilliant blond hair squatted down, lowered his head and touched the child's head, his pupils were full of all-encompassing gentleness and intimacy.

He who owns Vengley's ring, it is impossible for him not to realize his identity after knowing the real name of the world.However, looking at this ignorant child, Giotto really has no way to treat him as the world.

No matter how noble your status is, you are still a child.

Giotto sighed secretly in his heart.

This is the 7th day that the world has known giotto.

Their relationship can be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds. Last night when the young Shijie dreamed of some bizarre things, he even ran to Giotto's room with his pillow in his arms, squatting by Giotto's bed and watching him aggrieved.

And Giotto, who woke up after noticing the stranger's breathing, looked at the little child with some amusement, and reached out to touch his head.

During this period of time, he is most proficient in this movement, because the child is very short and looks very fragile, only this hair feels very good, so he can't help but want to rub it.

"What's going on?" Giotto smiled helplessly, silently remembering the guards on duty tonight in his heart.Although he knew that it was difficult for those on duty to find the small world. "Come to me at night, is it because you can't sleep well?"

World deflated his small mouth, and his voice was weak: "Giotto, I'm having a nightmare..."

"What did you dream about?" Giotto lifted the child up from the ground, put him on his bed, and tidied up the pajamas that were a bit airtight because of the world's too much movement.

"I dreamed that...the world was destroyed." World's eyes were in a daze, and his thoughts gradually became empty, "Although I don't know what happened, it seems..."

Seems like everyone in the world is getting smaller?

This made a lot of transportation and public facilities unusable, a lot of factories and things like that couldn't continue to operate, and then it seemed like someone ignited something and the whole world blew up.

Then... the whole world will be destroyed...

Obviously it should be a dream, but the world always feels that this seems to be real.

In the end what happened?

Shouldn't his home have become a pile of potholes?

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I locked myself in a small dark room and still haven't finished writing, almost, I will post it when I finish.