One week ago.
"Was I running too slow, Mom?"
"No, you weren't running too slow. You are kind, Barry, and kindness is always more important than speed!"
Barry Allen, in his sleep, dreamed of this scene again: his mother, who had already left him, stood before him, stroking his face and speaking gently to him.
"But those people wanted to bully my classmate, and I originally wanted to stop them. Maybe if I had run faster, they wouldn't have hit me."
Barry, still a child in his dream, said to his mother with some grievance.
"Barry, if you value speed too much, you will lose something very important to you."
His mother reached out and stroked his face, saying, "Mom won't be proud of your speed, but because you possess something others don't, something very precious. Your kindness is the most important treasure I see!"
Before his mother could finish speaking, the room door was pushed open.
Mother and son looked over and saw that his father had returned from work.
"Hello, I'm home!"
His father, carrying his work bag, greeted them.
"Barry got into a fight!"
His mother smiled slightly at his father and said.
"Is that so?"
His father's face showed confusion.
"He won!"
His mother did not reveal the fact that Barry had been beaten badly, but instead told a white lie.
"Good job, little champion!"
His father came over, ruffled Barry's hair, and said with a smile, "But, Barry, no more fighting from now on!"
"Whew!"
As soon as his father finished speaking, Barry suddenly sat up, waking from his dream.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he let out a long breath.
It was a dream after all, wasn't it?
With a complex expression in his eyes, Barry Allen got out of bed.
But he quickly realized that something was wrong with his body.
He was clearly an adult, so why was his body still that of a child?
Confused, he extended his hands and examined them.
These were the very tender hands of a seven or eight-year-old child.
Barry shifted his gaze from his hands to the furnishings in the room.
These were the furnishings of his room when he was a child.
With a shocked expression in his eyes, he looked towards the fish tank in the room.
He saw that the water in the fish tank was flowing upwards in a strange way.
The small fish in the tank also seemed to be frightened by this bizarre phenomenon, struggling continuously in the water that was flowing upwards into the air.
At the same time, he heard his mother's cries for help, and a strange sound from downstairs, similar to something rubbing in the air.
Pushing open the door, he walked downstairs.
Stepping heavily on the stairs, he reached a point where he could see the living room and was immediately hit by a powerful current of air.
Amidst the swirling wind, his body was somewhat unstable.
He could only tightly grip the handrail to prevent himself from being blown away by this sudden gust of wind.
Many pieces of furniture in the living room had been blown askew, and papers on the table were constantly flying through the air.
Two streaks of light moved continuously beside his mother.
One red and one yellow, these light shadows, like terrifying entities moving at high speed, created a strong airflow that almost prevented his mother from standing up.
"Mom?!"
Seeing his mother unable to move in the vortex formed by the two shadows, Barry Allen excitedly shouted at her.
"Don't come over!"
Seeing her son about to rush over to save her, his mother immediately shouted at him, "Get out of here! Find your dad!"
"Don't get close to him!"
Barry looked agitatedly at what seemed to be a barrier formed by high-speed moving objects, painfully reaching out his hand, wanting to grab his mother's hand!
But he was suddenly embraced by his father, who had rushed over.
His father looked at his wife, who was trapped within, and shouted at her, "Nora, hold on!"
While shouting at his wife, he frantically tried to find something in the room.
"It's too late!"
His mother shouted at Barry, "Barry, run, Barry!"
Even knowing it was a dream, this constantly tormenting nightmare still left him in too much pain to speak.
This memory of his mother leaving him had appeared countless times in his nightmares.
It was from that night that he lost his mother.
His father was also arrested and imprisoned that night, suspected of murdering his mother.
And from that night, he became an orphan.
It must be because it was too painful and unforgettable that it kept reappearing in his dreams!
Barry Allen thought so in his dark, helpless world of consciousness.
But he soon heard a familiar song.
"I wanna hold the..."
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