Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 282 New 1: Father, Mr. Toru is a dictator

Xila blinked blankly, her eyes like the clear blue sky after a summer rainstorm, without a trace of negative emotion: "I don't understand."

She asked in confusion: "Father, why should I learn to be unfree?"

The blond youth faced the cold winter sunlight, his brows etched with unconcealed sadness and helplessness. "Xiao Xila, only when you learn not to be free will you understand the kind of freedom you seek."

“Don’t lie down in the cracks and look at the sunlight.”

“Don’t admire the sea through the glass.”

"That's my advice."

He reached out and hugged the furry little girl in his arms, and his soft voice was like a lark singing: "I yearn for the sky and the warm earth, I yearn for the flying birds and the swimming fish."

He slowly let go of the little girl, stood up straight, and opened his arms, as if he was going to embrace the cold winter. "I want to fly to the sea of ​​stars and hold hands with the sun. I want to sink into the deep sea and kiss the eyes of the whale."

He slowly put on a smiling mask, hiding the sadness between his brows, making it impossible to discern his true emotions.

"I just want to have such a utopian world."

He sighed softly, walked out, waved his hand casually, and didn't look back at anyone.

After he left, little Kudo Shinichi walked out of the door and said to his father who was looking over, "Dad, he was wrong."

Shin-chan's big eyes were full of black and white, and carried the stubbornness, the desire to get to the bottom of things, and the seriousness that are unique to children.

"The freedom that Toru-kun pursues is too pathological. That utopian perfect world doesn't exist."

Shinichi's face was filled with solemnity, and his tone was very serious: "He has isolated the entire world and only wants to see the freedom he wants to see. This is dictatorship and utopianism."

The little boy looked up at his father, his face showing an unprecedented determination: "He lives in a false world, and becomes a fish swimming in the sea of ​​stars in his own desires."

"Dad, why do I feel so sad?" Kudo Shinichi said in confusion.

Kudo Yusaku's expression was one of surprise, pride, and a hint of complexity and emotion. He held his son's hand and spoke softly and gently, with the elegance and confidence of a scholar, "You feel sad because you are growing up."

You took the initiative to break the fairy tale created by your parents and stepped into the real world.

"Shinichi, have you ever wanted to be a star? Among countless stars, to be the one indispensable, eternally burning sun?"

"When you look up at the sky, have you ever thought about looking at the nebulae in the sea of ​​stars and identifying the silent dust in the universe?"

“When sunflowers bloom all over the mountains, have you ever thought about becoming a dancing butterfly, cheering for the breeze?”

"Have you ever felt like knocking down the castle you built with blocks?"

Kudo Shinichi seemed to be thinking about it: "I have thought about it, but Dad, thinking about it doesn't mean you can do it, nor does it mean you have to do it."

"I'm glad you're a thoughtful and intelligent child. But the criteria you use to measure the world are too clear."

"Black and white—it's not bad. When you're a kid, black and white is good. But I hope you'll change in the future, otherwise you'll get hurt."

Kudo Shinichi didn't quite understand what his father said, but he instinctively kept it in his heart.

Kudo Yusaku took the child's hand and led him to the wind chime by the window. He said gently, "Before, when the tide receded, you picked up shells on the beach. But you only picked up shells that were washed into the beach by the waves. You want more exquisite and beautiful shells from the deep sea. What would you do?"

The little boy thought for a moment and replied seriously, "Ask around for someone who has a more beautiful shell and buy it from him. Or, next time you come to the beach, try to find one."

The gentle man smiled and sighed, "But Mr. Toru wants to have the power of a fish, not be bound by the water, and be able to swim freely in the sea. He can take what he wants. Whatever shell he finds beautiful is priceless."

"Shinichi, you can't just deny a dream just because it's unrealistic and illogical."

"The world is so vast. You have to go out and see for yourself which one is more suitable for you, the land beneath your feet or the sky above your head, and which one is warmer."

Kudo Yusaku patted his son's little head and waved to the expressionless Xila.

Seeing Xila walk up to him obediently, his expression relaxed and he asked tentatively: "Xila, you also heard the conversation between me and Shinichi. Then let me ask you, if you want the most beautiful flower in the garden, what should you do?"

"Take it off." Xila stared at Kudo Yusaku with her cute cat eyes and replied without hesitation.

Kudo Yusaku rubbed his temples and asked, "Well, what would you do if you didn't have the most beautiful flower you wanted in your garden?"

Xila said firmly, "I don't have such a useless garden."

Kudo and his son: "..."

Not to mention how the Kudo family struggled to change Xila's way of thinking.

After leaving Kudo's house, Rei Furuya randomly chose a direction and walked boredly in the sparsely populated winter.

He squatted down and knocked on a certain position of the chain, and the turned-off positioning chip restarted.

At this time, Vermouth, who was attending an upper-class banquet, felt the vibration in her waist. She smiled and perfunctorily walked away from the group of men around her, and came to the balcony behind the curtains alone.

She took out her cell phone and saw that the positioning system was working.

There's news for Mojito.

She called Mojito first, but as expected, the call was completely blocked.

Vermouth didn't hesitate. She tapped the little red dot on the location, cupped her cheek, and murmured with a smile, "Have you finally had enough fun?"

It was such a cold day, and it was hard for Mojito to run around without any memory.

If that gentleman hadn't been obsessed with Mojito, she would have really let Mojito run wild outside and turn the world upside down.

Pity.

Vermouth rolled her eyes in a charming manner, and from her expression it seemed that she was scolding the gentleman very badly.

She made several calls in a row, but only Midorikawa Saku was near Mojito.

There was a smile of amusement in Vermouth's eyes, and she directly shared the location with Midorikawa Saku, asking him to catch the man.

I really want to see the expressions of Mojito who forgot about his subordinates and Midorikawa Saku who came to arrest his boss.

When I took back my phone, Su Zi sent me a message.

[Madam, please share the positioning of Mojito with me. This is the order from the gentleman. From now on, I will take over Mojito.

——Suze]

There was a hint of disgust and complexity in Vermouth's eyes. She cursed Shirley inwardly for being useless and had to give the location to the past.

She closed her phone, and her delicate and beautiful face was obscured behind the curtains.

Falling back into Suzi's hands, Miyano Toru, you're on your own.

She turned around and went back to the cocktail party. She still needed to build some connections and couldn't just hide away all the time.