"Nothing..."
I said it, then looked at the roasted meat in my hand. Suddenly, I had no appetite. Maybe it was because something was weighing on my mind?
I put down the meat and held out my hand.
"Give me a cigarette..."
Wild Wolf looked at me, then pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"You can have them all."
"Mm..."
I nodded, stood up, and walked toward a spot not far away, leaning on my crutch.
"Don't... follow me."
After saying that, I paid no more attention to what was happening behind me. I had something more important to do right now.
I slowly made my way to a quiet beach. There was plenty of trash there, plastic bags and the like, but I paid no attention to it.
I just stared at the horizon in the distant moonlight, standing there in a daze.
The memory that had flashed through my mind just now was undoubtedly mine.
None of that mattered. Everyone had parents; that was perfectly normal. But it looked like my old man had been a real goofball.
Too bad I hadn't inherited much of his goofy personality. And my mom... She must have been the fiery type, right?
Yeah, textbook protagonist parents.
From those few words, I could roughly tell that my old man had been an artsy young man with a goofy streak. People who liked the night sky after the rain were usually artsy types.
And that last line had been pure goofball. Saying that in front of his powerful wife was practically asking to get beaten up.
As for my mom, I hadn't heard much from her. She'd gotten angry the moment she walked into the room. She was clearly the kind of person with a short temper who couldn't hold it in...
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