mousepad-d2 Chapter 275 237
Chapter 275 237
so quiet...
Liu's consciousness kept sinking, and countless pictures flashed in the depths of his mind.
This is...the picture of Six calmly looking at the surroundings, by the way, this is the memory that Seven gave him back before.
His... past.
Liu unconsciously reached out and touched a piece of debris floating past him. There were three children on it, and he knew who they were.
The brown-haired child with no emotion on his face was sitting in the corner holding his drawing board, and the only girl looked adoringly at the silver-haired boy sitting next to the piano in the middle of the room, talking excitedly.
The silver-haired and blue-eyed boy didn't seem to have the ferocity and impatience of growing up, his cheeks were reddish and a little shy, and he unconsciously touched the piano next to him, his green eyes were full of affection.
It was obvious that he liked the piano very much.
That's what attracted him too.
That was a long, long time ago.
He has not yet become six, and was still "Sawada Tsunayoshi".
He's been like this since he was very young.
The reaction to the outside world is very slow, and it is difficult to respond to other people's feelings. At that time, he was judged by an authoritative doctor for the first time,
Apathy patients.
My own child is a patient with emotional apathy, how can I accept it as a parent.
It's just that his performance finally let them down.
When he was hugged and comforted by his mother, he did not respond.
At that time, he didn't understand why his mother cried, nor did he understand the emotion that flashed from the bottom of his heart when he saw the forced smile on his mother's face, which was called sadness.
For treatment, he was sent to Vongola headquarters in Italy, along with his sister.
Originally, my father didn't intend to take my sister with me. My sister fought for it. It is said that it was to accompany him and let him feel the beauty of family affection. After all, my mother can't go, and my father probably won't be free either.
Dad had asked him for his opinion, but at that time, in order to remember the fleeting feeling in his heart, he held the drawing board and drew his own picture. He couldn't keep up with the sister who didn't make him feel redundant emotions. Follow him, he doesn't care.
He remembered that painting, which was the first time he felt sad. The overall color scheme was rather dark. Anyone who saw it would feel dull and suffocating. Will want to take a second look,
A child with a dark personality.
This is almost everyone's evaluation of him.
At that time, he was completely immersed in his paintings, and he didn't pay attention to anyone.
Because none of them could respond to his emotions,
but,
The grandpa answered him seriously.
"This child is very sad." It was a kind grandpa, Vongola's ninth generation, gently rubbing the brown-haired child's hair, when he saw the child paused, then raised his head and looked straight at him Smiling softly, "Is that right? Tsunayoshi-kun."
He is very grateful to Kudaime.
Because of Kudaime's words, he can continue to do what he wants to do, and can continue to pin his few feelings on the painting, instead of letting those adults because of what the doctor said, "This will only make this child worse." Autistic, not good for the disease" confiscated his painting tools.
Those days were the most relaxing for him.
Because there are a lot of materials for him to study.
He doesn't understand people's feelings, so he has to learn.
Nine generations of grandpa and his guardian are good research subjects, although there are big differences in personalities, but in fact they are all the same, have a very strong feeling for something.
This is beyond his comprehension.
My sister seems to have done something during this time, making everyone in Pengo Lili like him very much, but what does this have to do with him.
He can't often see the ninth-generation grandfather and the guardian uncles, and the progress of the research is quite slow.
Until he met Xanxus and Skuwaro who were training in the training ground of the headquarters.
The powerful and dazzling orange-red flame was burning fiercely with anger as fuel. The strong anger attracted him who accidentally passed by while holding the drawing board. Looking at xanxus, there is appreciation and persistence in the eyes, and the overly strong emotion seems to be shining.
He was hooked.
Never seen such obvious emotion.
Interesting.
So at that time, he shrank to a corner and drew a picture for them when the two of them were not paying attention, and he wanted to record it.
Many people only have a very short time when they express emotion, maybe even only a moment.
If you miss it, you may not see it later.
But it was soon discovered,
Skuvalo slipped out of the corner by catching a rabbit.
"voi—where did this brat slip in!"
What did he think at that time?
He didn't feel afraid, but suddenly remembered what he had learned from the etiquette teacher.
It seems very rude to draw someone's portrait without telling them.
"Hi, everyone," he thought for a while and waved to Skuvalo and Xanxus who came from the other side, "My name is Tsunayoshi Sawada, and I want to draw a picture for you, is that okay? "
"Huh?" Scovalo sized up the brat who seemed too bold to be carried by him with sharp eyes, and pulled out the drawing board from his arms, "Does it look like a drawing?"
"Sawada...You kid is the original bloodline that the old man wants to protect?"
It seems that because the ninth-generation grandfather explained the truth to xanxus at the beginning, so the xanxus of his world confirmed his position from a very early stage, but xanxus also told the ninth-generation grandfather that if the next leader does not get him If he agrees with him, he deserves something like Valia's seizure of power.
"How about it, Boss," Scuvaro looked at Xanxus behind him.
"Whatever." Xanxus seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to him. After looking at him with scarlet eyes, he still agreed to let him stay there to draw, and they continued to train.
"Little brat, if you dare to run around," Scuvaro waved the sword in his hand, with a wanton and ferocious smile on his face, "be careful not to be cut by me."
He never pays attention to the time when he draws, and of course Xanxus and Skuvalo don't care about the physical condition of a little one who sneaks in suddenly.
So when they finished training and remembered the little one who had been huddling pitifully in a corner drawing, he was already hungry and fainted.
When he woke up again, he was already lying in the infirmary, and the words he had drawn before he fell into a coma were gone.
Later, he learned from other people that after he was unconscious, Skuvalo, who finally discovered his condition, carried him and threw him on the bed in the infirmary, and the one he had painted the best until that time The painting was taken away by xanxus.
The reason given was as a reward for taking care of the kid for an afternoon.
Although their "care" was quite unique, even with such a nonsensical reason, at that time, he still failed to get his painting back in the end.