Deng Huailing was taken aback. He had entered Rosie's fantasy sea system before, and there was indeed a tundra, with strong winds dancing and circling in the snow.But it is different from what Rose said, there is light on the tundra, endless torches burn in the wind, illuminating the eternal night as brightly as day, and there is his phantom in every fire, representing a period of love withMemories related to Deng Huailing.

It was he who brought light to Rosie's Sea of Magic system.After ten years of darkness and solitude, torches were lit in the snowfield to cast a bronze statue of Deng Huailing.

"Rosie..." Deng Huailing compared the green ocean and the ice field in his memory, with a solemn expression in his brown eyes, "What kind of past do you have?"

Rose held her hands behind her back in front, leading the way briskly, and suddenly turned around to look at him, her white skirt fluttering in the air: "Let's go. Since Rosie entrusted me to show you his memory, II will try my best to be a good tour guide."

She jumped a little, then walked forward, and the sea rippled a few times.Deng Huailing followed behind her, stepping on the ripples and walking forward. A column of water gradually rose towards the air beside her, and the transparent lines formed layer upon layer to form the internal structure of the building.

When the surface of the seawater was coated with color and solidified, they were already inside the piano store of a large shopping mall.The chandelier emits soft light, and pianos of various colors are displayed on both sides of the aisle. The smooth paint surface of the piano body does not reflect their shadows, but the reflection of a pair of parents holding their children.

It was a strange family of three, the father was well dressed, with a diamond tie clip and gold cufflinks, and a silk tie, and the mother was very shabby compared to the boy, the mother was wearing a whitish polyester dress, and a tie with a frayed heel.With sandals, the boy's clothes are covered with flower-shaped patches.

With a thought in his mind, Deng Huailing's eyes fell on the boy, and then he took a "hissy" breath and subconsciously recognized his eyes.

It's really...too sweet.

The boy in front of the piano was only four or five years old, but it was not difficult to see that he was a beauty. His slender eyelashes fluttered lightly, his clear eyes were soft and harmless, and his smile seemed to melt the sweet whiteness on the tip of his tongue.Even though there are many good-looking children in the world, he is also the most special one among them. He is well-behaved and lovable, quietly leaning on his mother's lap, looking up at everyone who talks to him seriously.

Deng Huailing managed to stop his ups and downs, and stretched out his finger to tease the child's cheek, but the fingertip pierced through the void.The young Rosie responded to her father's call and went to the other side to inspect an expensive piano, completely missing Deng Huailing and Rose in the Magic Sea system.

"It's cute, isn't it?" Rose turned her head, her blonde braids dangling over her shoulders, "I can't imagine Rosie being so cute before."

"Much better than when I was a child," Deng Huailing said with a smile, "I'm still a nuisance at his age."

He remembered that when he was four years old, he lived with his master on the ground in the second district. There were not many residents around, but the children in every household were afraid of him.At that time, he was taller than his peers, and his eyes also had the sternness sharpened by practice. From childhood to adulthood, he had a cold face of not getting close to strangers, and only Rosie would praise him for being cute.

"It's a pity that such a lovely child can't pry his father's heart." Rose sighed leisurely, "Did you see that there is no shopping bag in the arms of the mother and son? Rosie's father is very rich, took them to the shopping mall for a long time, but they just put on a show and didn’t buy anything.”

Deng Huailing was stunned for a moment, he had never heard Rosie mention his parents, so he took it for granted that Rosie, like him, was an orphan since childhood.It is not surprising that more than half of the newborns in the main urban area and the second district combined are abandoned every year; but he did not expect that Rosie had parents, or had parents.

"Rosie's father was born in a prosperous area and became a high-ranking military officer through his family connections. His mother is a poor woman in a slum. She has nothing but a beautiful appearance and a proud body."

Rose said softly, "This relationship is destined to be thwarted, so they didn't get married, and continued to meet in the slums after giving birth to their children. Occasionally, they couldn't stand the pleas of Rosie's mother, and took the children to the downtown area."

"His father doesn't look reliable at all." Deng Huailing commented.He watched the man holding Rosie with cold eyes, and the guide asked the price of each piano, and then picked on the shortcomings pretending to be disgusted, "He didn't plan to buy any of them at all."

"Yeah, after all, he's just playing with that woman. As for her emotional needs, and her troublesome child, it's fine to just deal with it, why spend money?" Rose's sea-blue eyes flashed a gleam of coldness.

The man in suit and leather shoes finally finished his performance, shook his head at the mother and son, complained about the poor quality of the piano here, and walked out of the piano store with a gloomy face.Rosie is dragged dazedly through the luxurious instruments, delighted to think that one of them is hers, but her sincere hopes are shattered.

He was stunned, with a little bit of bewilderment in his eyes, and it took him a while to think of following, and carefully tugged at the corner of his father's clothes: "Dad... did I do something wrong?"

The man bent down and pretended to touch his head affectionately: "You didn't do anything wrong, it's just that the musical instruments here have quality problems and are not suitable for my son. Next time we go to other places, we will definitely buy you the best one."Nice piano, how about it?"

Rosie's clear eyes reflected her father's false smile.He didn't believe it—after experiencing dozens of broken appointments, he no longer believed that his father would fulfill his promise, and he was also wary of words mixed with love.

He no longer trusts verbal love, and this aftereffect persists even into his adolescence and adolescence, when he laughs off his suitor's confession as a whim.He is no longer interested in things related to music theory. He only feels drowsy when listening to Parisa's emotional violin music.

"For Rosie, the 'next time' promised by his father never came, because two months later, the man followed the family's matchmaking arrangement and held a wedding with the daughter of an official of the Ministry of Finance, and has never been heard from since.With Rose's narration, the shopping mall in front of him melted like ink and gathered into a new scene, "Rosie lived with his mother in a shack in the slums until his mother died."

Deng Huailing and Rose stood there silently, watching the beautiful pale woman holding the boy's hand and walking along the rubble path of the slum.The only shelter for them is a shed made of a few wooden beams, covered with raincloths for ventilation everywhere, and a hearth made of stones is built outside the house to light a fire.

Thirty years ago, bionic technology was still in the chaotic period of exploration, let alone its application in the whole city.At that time, people in the slums could still earn a living by manual labor. Although they did not earn much, they could barely eat and clothe themselves.

But Rosie's mother couldn't.If Rosie hadn't been born, she might have been able to support herself through honest labor; if she hadn't been so upright and proud to accept a dishonest job, she could have sold her body to support herself and her children.

However, this woman just wasn't satisfied with these two points.She wiped the floor, pasted cardboard boxes, and collected garbage to make money, but what she got was a meager salary and stares like hungry men.

After Rosie's father stopped coming to the shack, the ghetto men went mad.This is a no-man's land that ignores the law and lacks jurisdiction. The beautiful single women living in the slums are tantamount to throwing raw meat into the wolves, causing fanatical bites.

That day, she went home at the end of her work. When she walked to the shed, she was covered by her mouth and nose to the bushesside.She struggled to struggle, but in the end, she just rolled down and begged repeatedly:

Don't be here.

Don't let my children see.

Rosie didn't understand why his mother put on the only dress the next day, dressed up and took him to the downtown area. He just remembered that it was a very happy day.Mother used all her savings to treat him to a big meal, bought him a few changes of clothes and new toiletries, and asked him if there was any place he wanted to go.

He jumped up and looked at the Ferris wheel that rotated under the clear sky, pointing to the direction of the Star Playground at the Dusk: "Want to go there with your mother!"

The remaining money was not enough to buy a ticket to the Evening Star, and the amusement park became a distant Neverland in Rosie's heart.Although he had forgotten all of this many years later, the slowly rotating Ferris wheel was still deep in his memory, looking at him through the fog like a cautious one-eyed eye.

The next morning, Rosie woke up on the old plank bed, and her mother never woke up next to her.Like countless desperate people in the slums, she committed suicide by swallowing medicine. The blood from the corners of her mouth stained the wooden boards, and her plain white body was silent.

The fine beam is sprinkled from the rain cloth hole, like a golden rain, mixed with the dust in the shed, splashing on the silent child.He was too young, not enough to know how to live and die completely. He just thought faintly. The original happiness was a sigwa of parting. The happiness of yesterday was at the cost of today's pain.

In this case, he should not be happy, can you avoid pain?

Deng Huailing squatted beside the wooden bed, and covered the child's hand with his palm in the air.Even if Rosie in the past couldn't feel it, at least after he went out, he could hold the hand of Rosie in reality and soothe the scar that had been separated for many years.

The breeze was poured into the shack, setting off the corner of the dead woman, and the wooden board with blood stains.Deng Huailing suddenly glanced at the dried blood on the wooden board to form a line of words, consisting of only a few simple words:

"Be a good person."

A four-year-old child can't read complex words such as "fraternity", "integrity" and "generosity", but can understand what "good" means.Good is good, no matter in which aspect, you must discipline yourself to the extreme, this is how Rosie understood it, and conveyed it to Deng Huailing.

That line of writing wasn't the last gift her mother would give Rosie.After her death, the staff of the social welfare department quickly came to the door and took Rosie to the welfare home with the best conditions in the local area to receive basic education.

This is not the good deed of the Cecilia government, but bribed an official in the department with Pi Xiang.The mother used her body to change the opportunity to survive for the child.