In the bright room, the man sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the garden filled with white camellias, lost in thought.
From the moment the question came from the other end of the phone, there was silence.
"Avicril wants to see you. Is he a relative of yours? Or is he a child you raised?"
Salvino seemed to be lost in memories.
"He is my relative. He looks very similar to me, but he is more like my mother. She is a peerless beauty that everyone praises and is loved by the whole world." He laughed softly, as if for some reason.
I feel so proud of this.
"As for raising him... I have never seen what he looks like when he grows up."
"He is different from you. I watched you grow from children, to teenagers, to middle age, to old age, and finally died and became ashes."
"I've seen the same process too many times." The man sighed lightly.
He watched the people he knew one after another, and the children he watched grow up, go through life, old age, illness and death, again and again.
Turned into tombstones and urns.
Fell into eternal sleep.
He also wanted to do this, and he even prepared a coffin for himself and slept in the coffin every day.
He didn't want to die, he just wanted to sleep without waking up.
But he can't fall asleep, he has to stay awake and stay awake well.
"...But I have never seen what Aito looks like when he grows up." He stretched out his hand to touch the white camellia outside the window, with mixed emotions in his eyes.
Why……
Have you been deprived of the opportunity to grow up?
"He likes you very much, so be nice to him. Although I'm jealous, it's his instinct to long for love." The man reached out and touched his neck, speaking of jealousy in a joke-like tone that sounded both true and false.
"I love him more than myself, so I hope you can love him." Under the clothes, there is a string of numbers or characters.
"If you are still willing to listen to me." He said.
Children themselves want to be loved, and even adults also want to be loved.
So there is nothing wrong with Aito's desire for love, but if someone wants to use him through love...
There will be backlash.
No one can refuse to love Aito.
"I understand." Gin replied.
At least Avicril is useful and is currently 100% obedient.
"Do you want to see him?" Gin continued to ask another question that the other party did not answer.
The man stood up and walked towards the full-length mirror in the room. He stood in front of the mirror, looked at the gentle smiling figure in the mirror, and gently closed his eyes.
"It's not time yet." He whispered.
"I understand." Gin replied.
"I have a question to ask you." Gin was silent for a moment, and then asked the question.
This question has arisen since he obtained the code name, but he has never asked it.
But today he wanted to ask.
"Do you regard me as a substitute for your father or grandfather? Or...as a substitute for your mother?" Gin asked.
When we first met, the person said that he looked better with long hair, and also mentioned that the other person's mother had pure white long hair and red eyes.
It's hard not to think about it.
But the other party kept the code name of Gin and left it to him, which made him have to think about whether the other party was because of his father.
"...Why do you think so?" Salvino's tone was a little subtle.
"The difference between silver and white is still very big, and...you are a man."
Why would he find a man who is 1.9 meters tall to be his mother's substitute?
"If I want to find a replacement, do you think I can't find a woman with white hair? Even if there are no real people, countless identical androids can be made."
"No one can be a substitute for anyone, especially my mother, and that would be an insult to her."
"The reason I asked you to grow your hair long is because I think you are more suitable for it." The man opened his eyes and his tone was a little cold.
It was just because he discovered something interesting at that time.
Gin was meant to have long hair, wasn't she?
He is already used to seeing things with preconceptions.
So every Gin has long silver hair and green or red eyes.
Therefore, the person organizing Rumor Gin has never changed, it has always been the same person.
"I know." Gin replied in a deep voice.
The man hung up the phone, closed his eyes, opened them again, and looked at his figure in the mirror.
The smile is gentle, the expression is gentle, there is only one difference.
Those eyes were dark, cold and indifferent.
Eyes that are incompatible with the smile.
"It's not perfect yet, I need to practice more... When I look at Aito, I shouldn't have such a look in my eyes."
"I haven't looked like that for a long time... so..."
"It's okay to give me a little more time to prepare." The man looked at himself in the mirror and murmured to himself.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the mirror, and blood flowed down the mirror.
He also left traces of blood on the road he walked.
…
[The adult said it’s not time yet.——Gin]
【Give me a little more time to prepare, I want to see you in the most perfect posture.】
Aito looked at the two text messages sent one after another on his phone and blinked.
He replied to Gin's message first.
[Okay.——Everclear (Everclear)]
Then he responded to Salvino's message.
[Should I call you uncle?——Everclear]
【as long as you like it.】
[I think...I think I call you brother.——Everclear]
Aito looked at the news with a somewhat troubled expression.
Although we are all one family, if you change from an uncle to an older brother...
Brother Salvino is Papa's boss, isn't it a little strange?
【Then call me brother.】
[But...papa, he...——Everclear]
[I don’t care what other people think, Aito, just do what you want.]
[Okay, brother.——Everclear (Everclear)]
Aito held the phone and smiled very satisfied.
Brother Salvino is the brother in his memory, and maybe he is still related to him by blood.
He seemed to be gradually recovering the memory fragments.
In this case, sooner or later, he will be able to remember everything, right?
In this way, you can know why you were arrested in the first place.
And memories with family members from the past.
Memory is an extremely precious and important thing, so remember it as soon as possible.
"What are my parents like? What is Salvino like? Do I look like them?" Aito's tone was full of curiosity.
"What was I like before?"
"What have I done with my family before?
"Also, have I lived with my family before?"
"I really want to know. It must be a memory worth cherishing and a very sweet memory." He showed a sweet smile.