[Pirate]Silver CloakNever Care

Childhood in the smoke of gunfire is inevitably painful and angry, but there is also brightness and enthusiasm in a suffering childhood. 1

Children's Day extra

"In memory of the Lidice massacre and all the children who died in wars around the world, June 1st is designated as International Children's Day."

Seven-year-old Robin wrote in her notebook that her aunt and her family were enjoying spring break outside the island, so she had a whole week to delve into knowledge in the Omniscient Tree.

The little black-haired girl never left this ink-scented library even when she was sleeping. She was lying on the desk copying, and on the bookshelves around her, several pairs of delicate arms were also working non-stop.

They were rummaging on the bookshelves, and the sound of the pages colliding was as light as butterflies in summer. The index fingers of each hand were raised high, and at the fingertips were black eyes full of desire for knowledge.

These hands were Robin's proud little secret. During the day, they are loyal guards, helping Robin clean the house and driving away bad children who bully her; late at night, they are gentle mothers, accompanying their aunt to tell bedtime stories to her cousin under the dim light. The sound performed wonderful hand shadow plays for Robin.

Robin has seen many magnificent stories in books, in which friendship can be betrayed. There is always favoritism in family affection, but love is nothing but an illusion.

But I'm different, Robin thought.

Thin arms wrapped around Robin, like many hugs.

I am different, only "I" will never betray myself.

The arms gradually tightened as the master continued, and the same body temperature would not produce a warm feeling. Only the pressure after tightening could make Robin strengthen his belief.

The white curtains floated out of the window with the sudden breeze, reflecting several strange shadows on the wall. The shadows moved furtively on tiptoes.

But Robin didn't notice. She wrapped herself into a pupa and was immersed in her own world.

The shadows came closer.

"Shh-" The leading shadow had a fan-shaped beard and side hair, and his entire face looked like an inverted clover.

The other shadows were also dressed in strange and weird costumes. They approached quietly with the boos, looked at Robin's learning achievements with admiration, and then, at the signal of "Clover", they put down the various things they were holding and quietly exited.

I don't know which annoying shadow closed the window. The curtains were closed outside the window and could not come back. I could only beat the window angrily with the wind. But the wind in early summer is too gentle. Between the blowing of gauze curtains, the sunlight scatters like gold on the items left behind by the shadows:

Simple but thick research notes, oddly shaped quills, archeology books with old pages

There is also a cake as big as a basin. The maker of this cake seemed to want to make a simple book shape. Unfortunately, I don’t know which step went wrong. The cream on this "book" was unevenly applied, and the color adjustment was also unsightly. , It looks like an unfortunate wall that has been smeared with mud by a naughty child. Only the crooked words on it are clearly visible under the sunlight——

"Happy Children's Day, Robin!"