【Quick Wear】I always go to the wrong plot

Seran is dreaming.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and scenes of painted little houses appeared before him, familiar yet unfamiliar.

He took a tentative step and realized that his hands were small, and under his brown overalls were a pair of white and tender legs, with a blush that only children have.

This was when he was a child, and this is the small town of Perotti, where Seran grew up.

The small town of Perotti is the most common one among the thousands of small towns in the Kingdom of Boas. It has an idyllic scenery and time seems to stop here.

All the children here will be happy, but Seran seems to be an accident.

In front of little Seran's eyes, the beautiful paintings of the town of Perotti were fading, and several children of the same age as him, whose faces could not be seen clearly, suddenly appeared in front of him.

They said, "Ciaran, let's go play."

There was no emotion on little Seran's face. He was handsome, with silver shoulder-length hair and emerald eyes, making him more delicate than some little girls.

They played a game with Celan.

Stones, knives, the children took out these things to show off.

"Let me try this today. Mom said it was very sharp and wouldn't let me touch it. I took it out secretly."

They laughed and Seran watched quietly until they scrambled to reach out and grab his arms.

"Let's see how long it takes to heal this time."

"Selan is so amazing, any wound can heal instantly, hehe."

"Let's play together, Seran..." They laughed, their eyes blurred, only the corners of their mouths rising higher and higher.

There were countless cuts on Seran's young arms, and the flowing blood made it impossible to see his originally fair skin.

"Ciaran is so scary." They chirped in fear again, "Why isn't he crying?"

"Why, why, why—"

"Cerran, why—"

Seran stood there blankly, holding up his bloody arm.

"Because Seran is the devil's child." A child said with certainty.

"He has no parents. When Grandma Sophie picked him up, he didn't smile or cry. There is a devil's soul hidden in his body!"

"No, they said that Seran was thrown into the small town of Perotti, and he also..."

Seran listened to their argument. He had heard these words many times.

Ciaran didn't know what they meant by crying and laughing, he just looked down at his arm, wondering why it hadn't healed yet, if it didn't heal quickly, Sophie would see it.

Seran didn't understand any passionate emotions. It seemed that his natural emotions were sealed, they were put in a jar and their owner didn't know how to open the jar.

"But it looks like Grandma Sophie is leaving."

"Where to go? What about Seran?" They seemed worried about Seran again.

"I heard that her daughter in the city was going to take her away."

"Hey? Seran, you're so pitiful--" Their voices mixed together, which was particularly harsh and unpleasant, and finally made little Seran react.

He reached out and grabbed a child's sleeve and asked, "Sophie, where are you going?"

"Selan, you should call her grandma." A person who looked like a big child lectured him.

But Seran asked stubbornly: "Sophie, where are you going?"

Blood dripped down his arm and onto the child's sleeve, causing the child to scream, "Your blood has stained my clothes!"

"Why hasn't Seran's wound healed yet?" a child said tremblingly.

After all, they knew that shedding blood meant hurting others, and they were afraid.

The child whose sleeve was grabbed by Seran was frightened. He pushed Seran away and shouted, "I don't know."

He ran away, and the other children also ran away in fear.

Only Seran was left sitting on the ground, his emerald eyes blank.

Soon, Seran got up from the ground again. He brushed the dust off his trouser legs and felt a little distressed about his wounds that had not healed.

But now, he has more important things to do.

Sophie was leaving, Sophie was leaving him behind.

Little Seran didn't know how to deal with his mood at the moment. The complicated emotions were too difficult for him. He raised his eyes and saw the statue of the goddess under a big tree not far away.

Seran recognized her, she was the goddess of light, Sissi Lenya.

Sophie comes to the statue of the goddess every morning to pray to her. She says that the goddess is omnipotent and can save anyone.

So Seran came to the statue of the goddess. The small town of Peroti did not have enough gold coins to build a perfect statue. Coupled with the ravages of wind and rain, the statue was just a trace of a female outline.

Seran imitated Sophie and put his hands together to pray. He said to himself: I wish I knew where Sophie was going.

He didn't want to leave Sophie.

After praying, nothing happened.

There was only the sound of wind blowing through the big trees, making the leaves rustle.

Inexplicably, Seran lowered his hands, blood flowing, but he looked into the eyes of the goddess.

In the silence around him, Seran seemed to understand something.

Sophie is leaving...the only person who is willing to be nice to him is leaving.

The emerald eyes trembled slightly, and little Seran looked down at his arms with empty eyes.

Why hasn’t the wound healed yet? Why not hurry up? Then he can go find Sophie sooner...

The tiny fingers inserted roughly into the wound, and Seran tore at the wound in a cathartic manner.

"Oh, I saw a poor little thing."

A female voice with a leisurely smile came, but there was clearly no one else here.

Seran raised his eyes and seemed to see golden leaves.

No, they are not leaves, but golden hair. They are densely wrapped around the tree, gently intertwining with the fresh green leaves. A few red-spotted birds are jumping on the branches, tilting their heads to stare at the golden threads in front of them.

There was the sound of birds flapping their wings gently. A little red bird landed on a white jade finger. Fine sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves. She sat on a thick branch, gently gazing at the bird on her fingertips. Her white skirt like moonlight hung down, and her bare feet dangled in the air. Her beautiful face did not look like that of a human. Instead, she seemed like a fairy born from a tree.

After all, how could a person's hair be wrapped around this huge tree?

The moment he looked into those platinum eyes, Seran wanted to cry.

It was so strange, just looking at her was like returning to a gentle harbor.

"Why are you still crying?"

She jumped down from the tree lightly, and flowers magically grew on the grass where her bare white feet walked. Her white dress covered the ground, lilies on the hem bloomed, and her golden hair hung in front of her chest. Seran felt herself being embraced gently.

The fingers that brushed the bird stroked his bloody arms, and the wounds healed incredibly quickly. In an instant, Seran's arms were as good as new.

"Are you a goddess?" asked Seran blankly.

"Yes," she smiled beautifully, and every time she blinked, little Seran was stunned: "I heard your prayer."

"Don't be afraid, my little believer." She held Seran in her arms and pitied the poor child: "The goddess will protect all her believers."

In the fragrance of lilies, Seran seemed to hear a sound: "Crack—"

The glass bottle of emotions was finally broken, and Seran, like a newborn baby, finally uttered his first cry in this strange world.

He cried heartbreakingly, his beautiful green eyes were filled with tears, his wet eyelashes stuck together, like a little lamb arching its back in the arms of a goddess, shouting out his pain.

"It hurts, it hurts--"

The goddess didn't say anything, but just hugged him quietly under the warm sunshine tree.

Since then, the lonely and pitiful Sailan seemed to have become a different person. He became gentle and lovable, with a smile always on his pretty little face. Sweet words became as easy for him as breathing.

Sophie was a little distressed: "Do I really have to dye my hair blonde? Silver hair looks good too."

"Did anyone say anything bad to you?"

"No," Ceran denied with a smile, "Sophie, I like gold."

“That’s the color of the goddess.”