Personality V: I will save everything

"So, Mom, what should we decorate it like this time?" Carl raised his little face, his eyes full of anticipation, and his little hands unconsciously tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes.

Having said that, there was always a small question mark in Karl's mind.

He had seen it many times. His mother only needed to clap her palms twice, and her fingertips seemed to hold magic, and the tables and chairs in the manor would automatically return to their positions, flowers would bloom along the cobblestone paths, and even the lanterns hanging under the eaves would light up precisely, and in the blink of an eye, it would become what his mother wanted.

But every time we decorate the house, my mother always says, "It's more fun if we do it together," and she insists on getting everyone in the family to help.

But Carl didn't worry too much about this - instead of thinking about his mother's "little thoughts", he cared more about another thing: whether he could really participate this time.

The last time Kreacher and the others played the decoration game, he was only knee-high and could only follow behind to pick up fallen petals, or sit on the steps and watch the adults busy themselves. He rarely even had the chance to hand over a decoration. He was like a "little transparent" the whole time and it was not interesting at all.

(The above is purely Carl's imagination.

Even when other people heard Carl's description of this, they even wondered if the owner of the manor had cast some magical power on Carl's eyes at that time, making him see things differently from others, because of that game...

Hmm... just recalling it makes me feel a little physically uncomfortable.

But having said that, this isn't just a random thought; the owner of the manor might actually do it.)

He had grown half a head taller this time, so maybe he could be of real help? Thinking of this, Carl couldn't help but move closer to his mother, waiting for her answer.

However, the manor owner's answer to Carl was also expected.

"Go play somewhere~~~~"

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Carl angrily threw himself on the white marble steps of the manor garden, his chubby cheeks puffed up as if two small apples were stuffed in them.

He held the cream puff his mother had just given him in his arms, with a circle of milky white icing still on his fingertips. He took a bite, and the crispy crust wrapped around the dense filling, and the sweet fragrance instantly filled his mouth - but this delicious food that usually made his eyes shine did not reduce the anger in his heart at all.

He chewed with his cheeks puffed out, his brows knitted tightly together, the grievance and dissatisfaction in his heart bubbling out like bubbles: "Why? Mom just won't let him participate in decorating the manor! He's not a little kid anymore, he's obviously grown up!"

The more he thought about it, the more unconvinced he became. Carl simply put the uneaten puff on his legs, put his hands on his hips, and couldn't help but think in his little head: He is not bragging, in another year, he will be old enough to drink the fruit wine in the manor's wine cellar!

I'm almost qualified to drink, so why can't I participate in an event?

Thinking of this, he took another big bite of the puff, as if he wanted to swallow all the anger in his heart along with the sweet cream, but his cheeks bulged even more because of the force, making him look like a puffy little bun.