Conan's winery play house

Ireland naturally changed out of his pajamas and put on a shirt. Because most of the clothes that Ai Wei Lier wears are more formal styles, such as shirts, vests, small suits, and only occasionally wear casual daily clothes.

Therefore, in order to cooperate with the other party, Ireland naturally began to prefer to wear suits. His hair color is very light, his eyebrows are also very light, and his skin color is fair. When changing clothes, he showed large and small scars on his body. It can be seen that he has spent some time

Already.

"Good morning, Ivy." He responded to the boy's greeting.

"Did you sleep well last night?" In order to show his concern, he asked again. However, such a straightforward way of showing concern made him look a bit unfamiliar.

"Yeah! Very good!" Aito nodded vigorously.

"I had a dream yesterday, and I saw a lot of things I wanted to see in my dream..." He smiled softly, as if he was floating in the clouds.

"Is it a good dream?" Ireland asked, looking at the smiling boy.

"Well, it was a good dream." Aito nodded. He saw his father and mother in his memory, saw Salvino's brother, and also saw himself.

He witnessed his own birth and his mother's death. A newborn baby should not be able to even hold a dagger, but under the leadership of the woman, he held the dagger and sent the cold tip of the knife into the woman's chest.

Blood dripped on his face when he was a child. He had the ability to be loved and live forever. But this memory was too much like the memory of a bystander, and it didn't even seem like his own memory when he was young.

But if it wasn't his memory, whose memory would he be remembering? And...if being loved and having six eyes were the abilities he had, what happened to what Uncle System gave him?

"That was good, a good dream. I haven't had a dream in a long time." Ireland recalled.

A long time ago, after I learned to fall asleep deeply, I stopped dreaming. The daily sleep time also became short and effective.

Earlier, he would often have dreams about his childhood and his family. However, those dreams always ended abruptly after he entered the organization's school.

But he also had to admit that, apart from the risk of death, life after joining the organization was indeed much better than living at home.

Well-fitting, brand-new, warm clothes. Delicious, well-matched and nutritious meals that change frequently.

In the organized school, he felt like he was living like a beast, but also like a human being. But in his former home, he only felt like he was living like a dog that could only curl up in the corner, wagging its tail, and begging for mercy, waiting for food on the ground.

"It is true that deep sleep does not allow you to dream." Aito nodded thoughtfully. Papa can also put himself into deep sleep anytime and anywhere. It only takes an hour or two before he can continue to perform tasks.

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"If we dream now, it will not be a pleasant dream." Ireland ruffled the boy's hair. Their lives are neither happy nor unhappy. They are not short of money, have no worries about food and clothing, and often take other people's lives in no place. Occasionally,

Feel the excitement in the magnificent hall.

I don’t know which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident, a day when the knife licks blood. Even if I dream, I’m afraid I will only dream about these meaningless things.

As for those wolf cubs in school, they probably dreamed about being attacked by others. Sweet dreams are a kind of luxury for them, and they are also something that can kill them at any time.

After all, once you are immersed in a beautiful dream and don't want to wake up, you may never wake up.

"Is that so..." Aito was thoughtful.

"But if you have sweet dreams, I hope I will appear in Uncle Ireland's dreams." He raised a smile and said sweetly and gently.

"There will be." Ireland touched him again. If he really had such a so-called sweet dream, probably only Pisk and Avicril would appear.

One is the person he regards as his father, and the other is the child he regards as his own son. It's just a pity that he won't let himself dream.

Deep sleep is indeed a good skill.

"I'm going to Base No. 3, do you want to come with me?" Ireland asked as he put on his suit jacket. Whether it was the white shirt or the black suit jacket he was wearing, they were all simple styles without any tricks, and the matching was also lackluster.

, but because of her figure, she has a special aura.

"Yes!" Aito raised his hand, looking a little excited. Is Brother Suzi still there? How is Brother Tou now?

He should go and have a look. Aito thought, quickly got out of bed and ran out of the room. But he left his quilt and pillow behind.

Ireland was silent for a moment, seemingly wanting to endure, but finally chose to spread the quilt flat, and then folded it into a square shape.

Then he silently looked at the teddy bear standing by. Inexplicably, he actually saw recognition in the eyes of a teddy bear.

Can glass eyes actually express such emotions? Is it an illusion? But Ireland doesn't think he can have an illusion.

The stuffed bear silently raised its paw and gave a short thumbs up. It was indeed not an illusion. Ireland confirmed that what he saw in the stuffed bear's eyes before was indeed recognition.

"Thank you." For the sake of Avicril, he faced the teddy bear's thumb, nodded slightly, and responded.

The stuffed bear nodded silently, then dragged his family and moved their things away. Ireland shook his head and walked into the bathroom.

When he went downstairs, he saw Avril already sitting at the dining table. The white-haired boy was wearing a white shirt, a light blue knitted vest, and a white coat, with a red scarf on the collar and buttons on the cuffs.

It has a bronze rose buckle, a gold-rimmed collar clip, and gold tassels.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! There is also a white bowler hat with a bow. It is a very elegant outfit and the details are quite complicated.

But it is indeed very good-looking, and Avicril is very suitable for wearing all kinds of good-looking clothes. Children should really try more different types of clothes. When they reach their age, it doesn't matter anymore.

"The clothes are very good-looking." Ireland praised. He was not stingy with his praise, because when he was a child, he also wanted the recognition and praise from others.

But no one gave it to him.

"I think it looks good too! I also have so many beautiful clothes!" The boy with white hair and blue eyes smiled, his eyes sparkling like a tail wagging happily like a well-coated puppy.

Ireland banished the image of the white-haired puppy wagging its tail from his mind and tried hard to restore the boy to his human form.

"Maybe I can also give you nice clothes, if you like it..." he said after hesitating for a moment.

"I like it! No matter what kind of clothes Uncle Ireland gives me, I will like them." The young man promised eagerly.

There was a smile on Ireland's face.

"I know." He said this. When he organized the school, he wore a black uniform. Earlier, he had experienced half-clothes, ill-fitting and damaged clothes, and clothes he had picked up and worn by his brothers and sisters at home.

There were no clothes left...and after he graduated from organizational school, he lost interest in so-called good-looking clothes.

The wardrobe has always been very empty, with only simple black and white T-shirts and a few dark jackets. Avicril will be better off than he was when he was a child.

He may be able to create a beautiful childhood memory for Avicril and become a member of the sweet dream that Avicril will still think of in the future.