A Dream, Big White Bundles

"Look at you! What score did you get this time? You failed again! All you do is play video games. Don't you ever think about the future?"

A loud voice came from a middle-aged man who threw his newspaper on the glass table and scolded a teenager.

"You're not a child anymore. If we could turn back time a few years, I'd beat you to death!" The middle-aged man's stern reprimand did not make the boy repent. Instead, he rolled his eyes and became extremely impatient.

"Look at you, what kind of attitude is this? Sit up properly. I'm not hitting you myself because I'm giving you face. You're Seventeen now, and I've refrained from doing many things until now. If you piss me off, I'll break your legs."

The boy's impatience fueled the middle-aged man's anger, and rage gradually spread across his face.

"Alright, Chenchen, that's enough with the lesson. He'll understand!"

At this moment, a middle-aged woman interrupted the conversation, "Let's eat!"

"A doting mother often spoils her son. One day, he'll drive me crazy. Look at other Sixteen or seventeen-year-olds, none of them are like him! They're all spoiled by you. I don't know how much trouble they'll get into and how much hardship they'll suffer when they enter society."

"The child is still here"

"He's already Seventeen."

Time begins to flow backward, and the memories of the past are so clear, so real.

When I was Sixteen, it was snowing heavily, and I was sick. A broad, warm back carried me on its back, looking anxious, and ran into the hospital. A woman followed behind, constantly wiping away tears.

At Fifteen, I got into a fight at school and my parents were called in. When I got home, my parents didn't give me anything; they thought I understood.

At Fourteen, he yelled at his mother over something and even pushed her. When his father came home, he was whipped half to death with a rattan cane. That night, his mother wiped away her tears and applied medicine to his wounds. For a month, his father remained silent. But one time, Ye Chen saw his father sigh silently, sitting wearily in the living room, smoking a cigarette in a sullen mood.

At thirteen, because of playing, I fractured my right hand. My parents were constantly running back and forth between the hospital and home.

Twelve years old

Eleven years old

The further Ye Chen went, the more he realized he couldn't remember anymore. Fragments of his life flashed through his mind, filled with confusion, rebellion, and grievances.

I don't know when it started, but my dad stopped hitting me, and I also realized that I'm getting old.

My mom, always the same, will keep nagging me whenever she goes out, protecting me for no reason, giving me the best food and drinks, afraid that I might suffer any injustice. But, without me even realizing it, she's no longer young.

The dream was long; but it passed in the blink of an eye.

"Dad, Mom!"

Suddenly sitting up, covered in sweat, Ye Chen woke up with a start, his face still showing signs of pain.

Turning his head, Ye Chen looked around at the laboratory-like area and immediately became alert, because this was not where he had fainted.

"You're awake."

At that moment, a guy sitting on a stool not far from Ye Chen, who seemed to be fiddling with something, turned around.

Its body was snow-white and gray, with fur that dragged on the ground. Its long ears were half-erect, and its eyes were crystal clear and red, though somewhat cloudy.

This was a rabbit, an old, talking rabbit. At first, Ye Chen was stunned.

"Lie down. Your injuries are too severe. If it weren't for your strong constitution, you might already be dead."

As Ye Chen left his seat, he slightly opened his mouth, because the rabbit was over a meter tall and walked upright. It held a stone bowl in its hand, containing some greenish-blue substances, which were probably some kind of herbs.

For some reason, upon hearing the old rabbit speak, Ye Chen's wary gaze inexplicably vanished, and he even actually lay down.

Seeing Ye Chen lie down, the rabbit slowly untied the bandage that had reopened the wound due to Ye Chen's violent actions, causing it to bleed, and then gently applied the green grass residue from the stone bowl.

"Your health is the foundation of everything, and you're in very good shape," the rabbit said as it applied the herbs.

"This person..." Ye Chen didn't know how to begin.

"Just call me Elder Rabbit!" The rabbit smiled, his wrinkles crinkling together to reveal his large front tooth, which radiated kindness.

"Elder Rabbit, how long have I been unconscious?"

"Three nights."

"Thanks."

"It's because you have a healthy body, and it's also because you're lucky to have fallen onto this island." Elder Rabbit smiled nonchalantly, his tone very gentle.

"Bang"

Just then, the previously closed door was suddenly flung open, shaking the entire house, and a slightly arrogant and unruly young voice rang out.

"Grandpa, is that human dead yet? I've already dug a hole outside, and we can drag him out and bury him anytime."

Because the doorway was directly opposite where Ye Chen was lying down, Ye Chen only needed to turn his head to see the door.

What came into view was also a rabbit, pure white with patches of gray fur, neither fat nor thin, with a pair of long, prominently erect ears, and a pair of ruby-like eyes that sparkled with curiosity and cunning.

When he opened his mouth, his large front teeth were exposed, which looked somewhat comical.

Ye Chen twitched his lips. What did he mean by "the hole has been dug"? "You can escape and bury me anytime"? Is that what a rabbit should say?

"Doudou, how many times have I reminded you? If you keep startling me like this, you're going to scare me to death."

As Elder Rabbit rewrapped the bandages around Ye Chen, he turned his head. Although he was scolding him, the affection in his eyes was so deep.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I'm here, you won't die!" The rabbit named Doudou patted her chest and hopped to the side of the bed in the blink of an eye, her big ruby eyes looking at Ye Chen curiously.

Frowning, Ye Chen stared calmly at the rabbit, because the unfortunate rabbit had poked his wound with its paw.

"Is this what humans are like? Not good at all? Grandpa, aren't human women the best? They have Whitebeard Pirates that can be molded into all sorts of shapes."

Feeling quite disappointed, her erect ears drooped down immediately, because it was obvious at a glance that Ye Chen was a man; she had specifically checked him when she carried him back.

Grandpa, there are two kinds of humans. One kind is like himself, with labels. The other kind has two Whitebeard Pirates and a deep groove, but he has never seen what the Whitebeard Pirates and the deep groove look like.

So, he had a dream since childhood: to see the Whitebeard Pirates and the deep cleavage, just like his grandfather. There are many kinds of Whitebeard Pirates, some big and some small, and they can be shaped into various forms. They are very soft.

Therefore, Whitebeard Pirates and deep cleavage have always been his dreams.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen looked up in disbelief, staring at Elder Rabbit with disbelief, which made the latter blush.

"Don't mind him, this child has lived on the island all his life and is unaware of the dangers of the outside world."

Elder Rabbit kicked Doudou out of the room, coughed, and changed the subject.

"I know, I know!"

Ye Chen nodded hurriedly, his face tense. In his mind, a million alpacas galloped past him, kicking up dust everywhere.