"Eat the kids!"

Adeline wiped her hands dry and shouted in the direction of the upper floor, and as soon as Roger stood up, a girl leaned out of the door.

"Come on, Mommy baked her best cookie tonight, we have to be fast, or we're all going to be ...... by Jack"

"Hmph, I knew you would be the first to call Roger to dinner." A boy leaned over with a teasing smile on his face.

"WOW, I see, you must be ......"

"Shut up!" The redhead girl grabs the boy by the collar roughly. But she soon realized something, and turned her head to squeeze an awkward smile at Roger.

"You go down first, and I'll be there later." Roger didn't expect that as a time-traveler, he would one day integrate into a strange family.

After leaving the island, he was taken to the police station in Bay Town, where he could not find out where he came from, and Roger was in a very awkward situation, if it weren't for the fact that this was not a border area, he would have been regarded as a stowaway.

But fortunately, he met the kind Andrein, and then he came here in a daze.

The townspeople are simple, close to the sea, and the temperature is moderate, so I have to say that this is really a good place to live, and it didn't take long for Roger to fit in.

Both Andleine and her children, Amanda and Jack, welcomed Roger's arrival.

As a time-traveler, Roger failed to find anything special in himself, and he could only start from scratch as a strange place.

Thinking about things, Roger had already come downstairs and sat down at the table.

"What's the matter, I can't get used to eating ......"

A gentle voice sounded, and Roger came back to his senses and shook his head hurriedly.

"No, I'm just thinking about the wooden house in the woods, it's so badly damaged, it does take a bit of effort to fix it."

Roger had to change the subject.

"Boys just can't be idle." Adeline smiled, "Soon I'll have a big vacation, when the time comes, we can buy tools and go there together to help you." ”

"Great!" Jack raised his hands in agreement.

Every boy probably longs for a secret base of his own.

"Are you still used to school life?"

Andreine digressed.

"Everything's fine." Roger replied as he added some salad to his plate.

"It's good, especially Teacher Anna, who guides us in history." A cold Amanda suddenly interjected.

"Teacher Anna?" Adeline was stunned for a moment, but quickly matched the name to a face in her memory.

"Is that Anna from House Lietta?"

"Which one else?" Amanda pouted.

"I don't know why, Anna seems to care about Roger very much, I see that she has spoken to Roger privately more than once, and to be honest, I really can't think of anything to guide about history."

There was something sour in her tone, and Andleine obviously heard the emotion in her daughter's tone, but she smiled and didn't say much.

"It's about the history of the town, and it's said that their family was almost founded with this town, and Teacher Anna saw that I was interested in this and lent me a few books that their family had handed down." Roger explained.

He can't say why, but the surroundings make him extremely comfortable, and some of them always give him a sense of déjà vu.

"I've also heard that you have excellent grades in other subjects besides history, and according to this trend, there is a good chance that you will enter a prestigious school in the future." Adeline casually said a few words of encouragement.

"Oh, by the way, what about Ivy and Kant, have you been there lately?"

"Ivy has a crush on you, and to be honest, you're lucky to meet them at sea, so if time permits, you can visit them more often."

"I will." Roger smiled a little awkwardly.

Ivy had a good impression of him, but Kant ...... It doesn't seem to be too far from disgust either.

There seems to be a grudge between the two of them in their previous lives, and there is always something incompatible, and it doesn't take long for Kant to be angry.

There was nothing Roger could do about it.

After eating, Roger went back to his room, the window in front of his desk facing the road, when it was a little dark, and the afterglow of the setting sun was shining on the street.

The town is small and there is not much nightlife at night, so at this time, the streets are already very few pedestrians.

Roger pushed open the window, letting the sea breeze blow into the room with a little moisture.

The life of the traversal is not turbulent, there is no golden finger, there is nothing strange and strange, and the life of his previous life is the same, ordinary and ordinary.

Looking at the streets that are gradually becoming darker, the inexplicable logic is faintly melancholy.

He couldn't tell where that sentiment came from, but it was hard to be happy.

It's as if he's missing something important, and something just as important.

"Ordinary is bliss." Roger could only console himself with this.

"I really should visit Ivy's house tomorrow, and by the way, the cabin in the woods, which must be repaired as soon as possible."

Roger suddenly remembered the dilapidated cottage he had stumbled upon while wandering, and according to the townspeople, there had been a manor house there long ago, which had been abandoned and turned into a cemetery.

In this regard, Roger also deliberately asked Anna to borrow notes to inquire, but he could not find the so-called evidence in the notes of Anna's family.

Although the environment is suitable, the town is already surrounded by the sea and forests, so it is not surprising that there are forest huts like this here.

But for some reason, Roger loved the place.

There were moldy planks, damp air, and the area around the hut that was speculated to be a cemetery.

All this made him feel reassured.

It's like home.

"Since God has given me a new life, then live a good life and not waste this life in vain."

Before turning off the lights and going to bed, Roger silently cheered himself on.

Time flies, and Roger's face is gradually accepted by the entire Bay Town, where he lives and studies, secretly helps Amanda jump over the window and wall, and risks being discovered by Andrine to attend a dance party organized by the senior students.

Occasionally, he tries to keep himself young and try something exciting, but more often than not, he prefers to be alone.

Although the residents are friendly, he also makes a lot of friends, and even Amanda forcibly forces Roger into a corner in the hallway, leaving a mark on his lips.

At home, she also tried to disguise her relationship with Roger, but after leaving the house, she behaved unscrupulously.

The girl's heart is as hot as the color of her hair.

Roger loved everything in the town, loved Amanda, loved the friends he made now, and cherished everyone who was good to him.

But for some reason, he only doesn't like his current self.

The warmth around him was like a wall, and he felt suffocated.

Only when he was alone in the hunter's hut, he would habitually lie on the hard, even awkward, wooden bed, rubbing his fingers against the rough lines of the wooden bed.

Sometimes he would suddenly look around the room like crazy.

But after a period of tossing, he could only sit on the ground in a gloomy manner, looking at the house that he had messed up and was stunned.

And he couldn't share these things with anyone.

So a great sense of loneliness enveloped him.

But in the eyes of outsiders, he is a good student with excellent character and learning, he is an honest and reliable good brother, and he is a romantic ...... And a strong boyfriend.

The best one in everyone's eyes.

Life goes on.

A few years later, Roger completed high school with honors and was accepted to a prestigious school in Bordeaux.

He was taught by Professor Henrik, who was extremely prestigious in the academic world, and that alone was enough to arouse the envy of many people.

After all, the reputation is outstanding, but it is said that Professor Henrik has not personally supervised students for many years.

Although Amanda did not enter a prestigious school, she was also admitted to a good university, so the two of them moved out of Bay Town.

I rented an apartment in one of the closest places to the two universities and lived a double life completely.

They didn't quarrel as often as many couples in college, and they didn't have any bloody love accidents during this period.

Graduated with a step-by-step study.

Roger's excellent grades and Henrik's mentorship made him famous as soon as he graduated, but he strangely turned down offers from many companies and chose to stay in school to continue his studies.

He could have reached the pinnacle of his career and become an elite with a lot of money, and even Roger himself once thought that this was his wish.

But when he was really faced with a choice, he did not hesitate to stay.

Some people think it's because of Amanda, others think it's because he wants to be closer to Andreine, and of course that's one of the reasons why Roger chose to stay.

But deep down Roger knew very well that he didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to stay in Bordeaux.

In the third year after graduating, he and Amanda got married smoothly and lived happily ever after, even if they didn't choose another career path, but Roger's current achievements were enough to feed and feed his family.

He bought a castle-like building in Bordeaux that is said to have been around for 100 years, and not only that, but also in the bay town and Marsh Town, among other places.

More often than not, though, Roger prefers to return to Baytown, where he often walks the streets alone and walks alone through the woods.

It seems to be reacquainting with the town inch by inch.

But the more time passed, the more disappointed he became, and the more silent he became.

In the fourth year of their marriage, he and Amanda had their first child, a girl.

The devil sent the gods, and Roger thought that the girl could only be called Adella.

And then the second, the third.

Work and family life have made him one of the many living beings.

He no longer walks alone, hiding all his emotions.

He, like many husbands and fathers, gave everything for the family.

Another twenty years have passed.

Roger was holding an umbrella, the rain crackling on it, his sideburns were gray by this time, and a little moisture was already making him feel cold.

He looked solemn as he watched as the coffin containing his teacher was buried, and on the tombstone was an epitaph carved by his own hands.

Henrik.

A pure scholar.

A gentleman who is self-conscious.

A great teacher.

Roger was silent.

Although world-famous, Henrik did not have any children during his life, and most of his estate was left to Roger, except for a part of the donation.

A month later, he attended another funeral, this time by Andreine.

She walked peacefully, Amanda was sad, but Roger was surprisingly calm.

For the next month, he stayed at home.

When he reappeared, he threw away all his work and stayed away from his current life.

The child had grown up, and he went into the woods, and once again stepped into the cabin after a long absence.

No one repaired it, the house had collapsed at this time, and the surrounding area was overgrown with wild grass, but in the face of these ruins, Roger showed the most relaxed smile in nearly twenty years.

Cutting wood and chopping wood.

Soon there was a clanging sound in the woods.

He is getting older and his physical strength is not as good as before, but Roger is still serious about building his own cabin.

This process lasted for a summer.

When the weather turned cold and the sea breeze brought the cold on the other side, Roger lit the first fire in his own cabin.

He couldn't say why, and the pervasive repression made him feel so much that he couldn't let go.

Looking at the orange flames, in the uninhabited cabin, Roger hid his face and wept bitterly.

Although he has a life that countless people envy, it all seems to have been arranged, the right person, and the right time.

It's like a play with him as the main character on the stage.

From that day on, he never went far from the hut.

He brought in water, irrigated the fields in front of the door, and occasionally hunted a few small animals in the bushes behind him.

Not with a gun, but with an archaic-looking bow.

He even raised a horse and built a vine, drank in the shade of a tree in the summer, and shrunk by the fireplace in the winter to keep warm.

Whenever it snows, Roger is at his happiest.

Heaven and earth were covered in white, and no sound could be heard around them, as if only their own heartbeat was left.

The world is far away and close at hand.

So one day, the drooping old Roger suddenly straightened his back, the doubt on his face disappeared, and a sharp light shot out of his eyes.

It was also from that day that Roger stopped aging.

Time passed, and it seemed that only this town was left in the world, only this woods, only the last hut and an old man remained.

So Roger raised his head and asked in an unknown direction.

"How long are you going to trap me?"

"Isn't this a life perfect?"

The strange thing is that Roger's question was answered.

The sound was strange, like the friction of the surrounding leaves, like a splash of water by the stream, coming from the sky, ringing from the bottom of my heart.

"It's a perfect life."

"But not mine."

Roger's body slowly leaned back, and then slowly closed his eyes.

After a long time, he let out his last breath and reopened his eyes.

And so, the world shattered.

(End of chapter)