Chapter 161 I Regret so Much

"……ah."

After a moment of silence, the godfather stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears that he shed unconsciously, and his expression became calm again.

"Made you laugh, Miss Morgan.

"I think there are probably some unforgettable feelings that are still engraved in this body."

These are obviously not words that a "barber" should say... He must rely on these words to resolve the situation, which has proven that he is in a miserable state.

According to the barber's ideas and general logic, Morgan should continue to ask "What is the relationship between you and Bluebird" and "Why do you have the body of Bluebird" at this time.

In this case, he could easily say that he was a thief who used psychic powers to steal Blue Georgie's identity and body, and distance himself from Morgan.

But Morgan's reaction was not logical...

"That's enough."

Morgan put his hands behind his back and spoke softly every word.

"……What?"

As smart as the godfather, it was difficult for him to understand Morgan's thoughts that were as erratic as the wind.

Looking at the bird feathers in his hair, Morgan's expression became gentle.

"I know that he didn't forget me until he left... That's enough."

"enough--"

The godfather, who was famous for his eloquence, became clumsy in front of Morgan.

Morgan, who was slightly taller than Russell, only reached the barber's shoulders.

She followed the barber so that he could smell the shampoo just by walking sideways.

When he smelled this smell, another memory seemed to emerge in his mind.

That feeling made the barber feel an explosion of pain deep in his head... He could even clearly hear his own heartbeat and feel the powerful pulsing of the blood vessels above his temples.

It seems like I have smelled the same fragrance somewhere...

Inexplicably, I remembered the light of the setting sun, the warmth of the sun at noon, and the laughter in the early morning.

The creaking sound of the swing, the childish smiling faces appearing in front of my eyes, the noise of two people singing while sharing a microphone.

That feeling of warmth was no illusion.

He finally couldn't deceive himself and suppress the emotion that was rushing like a awakening... His eyes became hot, and tears fell down again.

"Okay..."

Morgan reluctantly handed over a dark blue handkerchief: "Did I make you cry again? Sorry, sorry..."

"...Was he such a crybaby before?"

The barber's final obsession as an actor is to at least refer to that identity as "him" instead of "me".

He took the handkerchief and wiped his tears.

Then he folded it up and put it into his pocket... But until then, he thought of something and paused before taking it out.

But his arm was held down by Morgan.

"Keep it as a souvenir."

She whispered, "Crybabies have to use it sometimes."

The barber nodded silently and took his hand out of his pocket.

"so good."

Morgan smiled again as he watched the barber comply with his statement.

She sighed: "It's almost like a date."

"……Dating?"

"He never went out with me at night."

Morgan said softly: "The uncensored people in the lower city often come to kill, rob or kidnap... so my father never let me go out at night before.

"I occasionally look at the misty gray-white moon in the sky and think about him flying to my window and taking me to the moon."

When talking about the many crimes committed by the Uncoded against Uptown, the Godfather also fell silent.

Morgan paused and smiled: "But it's reasonable, after all, he is a weak bird.

“When I was in school, I didn’t dare to tell others when I was bullied. I could only come to me and cry.

"You may be so tall, but your personality is so soft."

"You're really incompetent."

The barber lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

Morgan echoed: "Yes... what an incompetent man.

"But there is no way. I have been protecting him since he was a child."

The two of them walked in the dark freight aisle. The only light was the light from the surrounding factories, and the only sound was the roar of machines.

"There is a sound of ocean waves in the sky."

"Um."

"I think it's more beautiful than moonlight."

"...the sound of tide?"

"yes."

Morgan looked up at the dim, dim currents that lay upside down in the sky.

The sun hadn't quite set yet, so it wasn't that dark. The sea in the afternoon, including the shadow cast by the floating city... also happened to be ultramarine.

"You know, 'Morgan' was the name he named me."

"Is this the code name?"

"Yes. mor (sea)-gen (birth). The meaning of this name is 'born in the sea'."

She looked at the sea above her head with some melancholy, listening to the never-ending sound of the tide: "Because he always felt that the Glazed Songbird was the same color as the sea.

“That’s the farthest distance from the sky, which means it’s unlucky.

"He told me that one day he might fall into the sea... I hope I can be born from the sea then."

"...It's really irresponsible."

"Right. That's what I thought too."

Morgan smiled softly: "How can I live alone."

She said, looking back at the barber.

At that moment, the barber felt as if his heart was grasped and grasped by something.

She was not looking at the Barber or the Godfather.

Instead, look through his shell and look at something inside.

As if speaking to Lan Gegui, she said softly: "He has extraordinary talents...

“There was just a lack of opportunity.

"Just a little more restraint."

"...talent?"

"Talent."

Morgan nodded: "He is a genius...

"He is actually much smarter than me. The reason why his grades are not as good as mine is because he deliberately controlled his scores to be lower than mine. Because he said that he can do other things... He can sing and write songs. He The darts he throws always have ten rings, and he can play yo-yo very coolly.

"The only clumsiness is probably that he doesn't know how to play games. He is always bad at playing games and needs me to guide him.

"He has never had a fight because he is very sincere to people and not selfish. He always has many friends around him, unlike me... I only have him."

The smile on Morgan's face gradually faded: "I am a selfish person.

"I guessed that he was controlling points in order to make me agree that he would give up his studies and 'pursue his music dream.' But I didn't say it out loud.

"I thought to myself, 'It's better for one person to go to college than for both of us to have no money,' and I convinced myself, 'This is his dream, and he should be allowed to pursue it.'

"But I know that it's a lie...I lied to myself. He gave up his studies just to support me in school.

"The correct word is - I am willing to bear that high student loan with you, and we will go to school together. It will take half my life to pay it back, and the remaining half of my life to live."

"...But it was that moment of selfishness that made us what we are today."

She sighed silently.

Tears slipped silently from the corners of Morgan's eyes.

"I regret it so much."

Morgan said quietly: "My heart hurts as if it was bitten by poisonous insects.

“If I had stopped him from becoming a singer, would it not be the case now?

"We can lie on the grass at home or at school at noon. He can lie on my lap, and I touch his hair to coax him to sleep. Look at his peaceful sleeping face, and play him in my ear. The music I sang..."

Her eyes gradually filled with tears.

The voice that had been calm gradually collapsed: "I regret it so much...

"I regret it so much..."