Demon Lord 3

All of a sudden, all the memories flooded my mind, filling it up. I thought about the taste of this apple before. It wasn't as sweet as the previous one, perhaps because it wasn't ripe yet. But when I said "clean," I meant that even if this apple fell to the ground and got dirty, my uncle's heart would always be clean. But my uncle snatched it away, not letting me eat it. He then climbed up the tree and picked the big, red apple for me. I don't know why, but every time I see that apple, the biggest and reddest, it always grows on the tree. Every year, only that one big, red apple grows on the tree. I wonder if the previous apples were thrown away? I didn't eat them because I wasn't here, or maybe my uncle ate them all himself. But how did he know I wouldn't come? I asked him curiously, but he said that when I was not around, he would bury the apple in the ground and pray that a bigger and redder apple would grow the next year. So the apples I ate every year were bigger than before, but I didn’t know it myself, because as I grew older, my height also grew. When I was young, my hands were small, and the apples I held were also small. Now my hands have grown bigger, and the apples I hold have naturally become bigger. All love is infiltrated into time, but we ourselves have not noticed it. It’s like why when we were young, we thought our parents were good to us, but when we grow up, we think our parents don’t care about us enough. In fact, this matter is easier to explain. It’s not because the parents care less, nor is it because we grow up. It didn't become bad after I grew up, but what I asked for after I grew up was different from what I did when I was a child, and the amount of what I wanted was also very different from when I was a child. After not being satisfied, I could only let my parents' love gradually increase, but I couldn't let my parents gradually love me less. It's like my uncle gave me this apple. The apple was small before, but I was also small. Now I have grown up, and the apple has gradually become bigger. I took the big and red apple, and when I thought about it again, it was indeed a lot bigger than before. I took another bite with a smile, and then said it was very sweet. My uncle was also very happy to see me eat the apple. Then he took my hand and said he would take me to swing. I scratched my head curiously. I didn't expect there was a swing. Why didn't I remember it was my uncle before? It was just installed in the past few years. I had no idea what the swing looked like before. I was curious and asked what it looked like, but my uncle said that I designed it for him. When I was little, I liked to draw. Although it was not good-looking, it was mostly doodles. One of them was of me and my uncle swinging on the swing, with my uncle pushing me from behind. My uncle asked curiously where the swing was, but I couldn’t tell him. Later, when my uncle saw that I was not around, he made a new one based on this look. He was stupid when talking to others, but revealed a lot of indescribable charm when talking to me. Maybe he didn’t like talking to others at all, or maybe he just wanted to keep his clear and unique charm. Some complicated inner feelings are left to me. It’s not that I don’t think when I’m with others, but that I’m too lazy to think. There’s no need to analyze what others say, nor is there any need to think about what others do. I have always lived a simple and ordinary life, but when I came here, my heart was full of waves. They wanted to leave the best for me and see if there were any shortcomings in what I did. The reason why my parents often didn’t let me come here was because they were afraid that I would go down a path of no return. But what I want to answer them is that they don’t have to think about these things. Of course not. Everyone has their bad side and good side. Some people would rather suppress their own evil nature and leave the best side to me. Isn’t this person the best person in the world? Indeed, maybe he is not the best person in the world, but he is the best person to me in the world. He left me the purest thoughts and taught me the most complicated things he could think of, so that I will always have a safe haven. No matter how far I go or where I go, I know that when I come back I can always see the direction of home. There is a tall apple tree and the swing that I always dreamed of when I was a child. Under the apple tree are our unique memories. The apple tree also made me slowly understand the meaning of growing up. There is no night under the apple tree, because in my uncle's heart, I will always be full of sunshine.