Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

"But you still admit that he is your friend."

The opening words of Bai Jun are: "I have a friend."

Filga: "Besides, you haven't forgotten him either."

"Hmm..." Bai Jun still had a sarcastic smile: "So what do you want to say?"

"So he's not so useless. He still has a friend like you. He's not forgotten either, because you still remember him."

Baijun: “Puhahaha…”

Bai Jun laughed so hard that tears came out.

In the end, he even started coughing violently from laughing too much, and only barely stopped laughing.

He leaned back in his chair, raised his hand to cover his lips, and slowly put his hand down after the coughing stopped: "I can remember because I will not forget who I am and how I survived, not because he is so important and special to me."

Bai Jun slightly raised his chin, revealing his slender and superior neck line, and his pale skin color added a sense of morbid fragility.

He raised the corners of his lips a little bit: "Otherwise, I wouldn't have any memory of such a guy."

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the sunset glowed down, and the boy was bathed in the light, standing on the river bank and waving his arms happily. Flying catkins fell on his head and shoulders, and one of them accidentally went into his nose. He kept sneezing, but still excitedly greeted the people on the other side of the river: "Here! Here! Look, I found a lot of hazelnuts this afternoon! I'll give you half, no, I'll give you most of it, I'll only keep three."

But the friend he was greeting just glanced lazily and asked nastily: "Why don't you give it all to me? Are you reluctant to give it to me?"

"No, it's not."

The boy's face suddenly turned red, and he whispered, "I'm leaving three for Miss Squirrel who told me about the hazelnut forest."

"If she hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known there was such a large hazelnut forest on the back hill. It turns out hazelnuts are so delicious."

"So I'll leave three for her to thank her."

His companion scoffed, "Well...give me most of them, and give the remaining three to Miss Squirrel. What about you? What did you keep for yourself?"

The boy shook his head: "Me? You don't have to worry about me. I actually ate one this morning. It was really delicious, very fragrant!"

His companion cursed "How stupid" and said:

"I don't like this kind of food, you can keep it for yourself."

The boy lowered his head, looking a little aggrieved: "I'm sorry, I'm so useless. I can't give you the best of everything like those people."

"sorry."

As time passed, the boy's face gradually grew older. His ordinary and immature eyes and eyebrows became bright and attractive. His short gray hair faded away little by little and turned into long snow-white hair that fell to his waist.

Nothing like before.

He smiled contentedly, tears streaming down his cheeks. A dagger pierced his heart, blood oozing out.

"The bread tastes good, but clipping the feathers is really painful, even more painful than it is now."

"I'm sorry, forgive your friend for not growing up to be what you wanted him to be, and for still being the cowardly coward he was before, leaving you to face it all alone."

"But it doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want. I hope you will always be liked by everyone like you are now."

"sorry."

sorry Sorry sorry.

Who are you feeling sorry for?

The only person you really feel sorry for is yourself.

……

Bai Jun: "Will you remember such a person?"