My name is Liang Lin, and I was born in the white snow. The mother who had never met gave birth when she was walking away from home, and gave birth to me before returning home. The sunlight after the snow is very dazzling, and the cold sky gathers in my pupils and diffuses in the snowfield. My mother died of a dystocia, and kept calling my name, Lynn.
My father is a very busy person, and only my brother has been with me since I was young. The babysitter and the nanny looked at me with unfriendly eyes. They were married with my mother. They have the same relationship as sisters, but because of me, they lost their asylum at Liang's house, so their grievances were vented to my head. On. They felt that I was the magic star in my mother's fate, and my coming heralded disaster.
When I was young, it was my elder brother who accompany me to sleep, and I have repeated the same nightmare over and over again as long as I can remember. Large swaths of blood were splattered on the snowy field, and the roaring cold wind slashed on my body like a knife. Scarred and scarred, I sat helplessly on the snow, watching the blood on the ground and crying. Nightmares always wake me up, but I am not afraid, because my brother will always guard me. Seeing my eight-year-old brother sitting on the edge of the bed and touching my head with a smile, the gloom in my heart dissipated safely.
When I remembered, my elder brother was already thirteen years old. He was a young man with cold and arrogant eyes, flying eyebrows, and chin lines with beautiful edges and corners flying to his fortune, like an unsheathed sword. Only when I look at me, Leng Ao's eyes will become extra gentle, a brilliant smile will spread, and the warmth of the corners of my lips will melt the fear and loneliness in my heart.
I always like to see what my brother looks like when he is sketching, and I firmly believe that there is a character's soul in his writing. The white paper I pulled over, a simple pen, outlines the whole world. My elder brother will definitely become a great painter. When I was young, I firmly believed that.
From my brother's sketch, I saw the mother's face, the gentle woman, the fluttering hair ends, the delicate face, and the amazing smile. My mother is really beautiful, my brother said, I look like my mother when I smile. So I never cry, because my mother has passed away, and I have an obligation to keep my mother’s smile. Smiling lightly in the mirror, I seemed to see the love of my mother. If there is heaven, mother must be the most beautiful woman there.
Because of dystocia, my body has been bad since I was a child, thin and small, and I am particularly afraid of cold. My brother is always used to putting his coat on me. Looking at the sleeves of the coat that was dragged to the feet, my brother smiled happily. He smiled and said to me: "I will always guard you until you and His encounter."
My elder brother is always unwilling to bully me by children older than me. Actually it’s not a big deal, but he pushed me while playing hopscotch. My little cousin snatched my snacks, and a few children quietly Ran away and left me alone in the snowy field. Every time I see my brother holding my hand to the door with an annoyed look, I always smile secretly. I am really satisfied with my brother's stubborn expression. I am satisfied with my brother's deep love for me.
The elder brother is the smartest child in the family, and he has always been. Adults say that he wants to inherit the foundation of the Liang family. But there is still a lot of competition, so my brother's schoolwork has become heavier and the time to see me is getting shorter and shorter. But at that time I was used to reading a book alone, walking alone, and thinking about the future alone. My brother was guarding my childhood, and I am willing to guard his future.
When I was sixteen, my brother left home with a simple suitcase on his back and went to the place called "Jianghu". Little I don't know where the rivers and lakes are. Is it a big lake? Will it freeze in winter? Before leaving, my brother took my hand and said, Lin, wait for me to come back and wait for me to bring back the future that belongs to us.
The children of the Liang family do not have the right to decide their own future. Everything we do is striving for family rejuvenation. Just as my brother left home with a suitcase on his back, I walked into a completely unfamiliar classroom when I was fourteen. There are a few beautiful pots of irises in the classroom, beautiful blue and purple, like a pair of butterflies flying over the grass. Squatting on the ground and watching for a long time, suddenly a pair of delicate jade hands picked off one of the most blooming irises, and gently put it on my head. I looked up in panic and saw a woman with a veil.
"You are so beautiful, this flower can only show its value when you wear it on the tip of your hair." It seems to appreciate my goodness. The woman wearing the veil looks very friendly. I know that she is my new teacher and teaches me culture and history before. My grandfather is different, she wants to teach me how to walk the rivers and lakes.
"But the flowers that are picked will soon wither." When I was a child, I was used to admiring rather than possessing, and I hoped that these irises would bloom on the branches. It seemed that these words angered the woman wearing the veil. Her body quivered slightly, and she was calm before poking my forehead and saying: "You, how come the Liang family has a kind-hearted child like you. We want What I learned is to preserve the beauty of a moment and let the eternal things become the past. Only the past is the most faithful.” After speaking, I took the iris flower off the tip of my hair and crumpled it silently between my fingers.
So I accepted the fate from my family and learned to assassinate this veiled woman. Later I learned that she was actually a well-known sad lady in the world, and vowed to kill a hundred sad men. Fortunately, I was a girl. In fact, the teacher's temper is quite good. When not in class, he likes to touch my head to tell the past, and he often brings me delicious snacks. Only when I was in class, I was fierce and furious because I didn't complete the homework or did not do a good job, and unceremoniously whipped the bamboo on me. In fact, the teacher is very unbearable, but the killer is a job that dances with death, and there is never a second chance.
As a killer, I have to master a lot of skills. I have super flexibility and I can easily complete all kinds of physical training, such as climbing five-meter bamboo poles, tricks on single parallel bars, and close combat. It's Jeet Kune Do. During the gun training, the teacher only did it once, and I was able to clear the details of every movement. Gun shooting training is the most basic training for a killer. The skill teacher who finds a living from the dead takes the trouble to train again and again. I need to fly to pick up the first gun she threw out, and then take her first shot before she hits me. Taking the two guns, he couldn't rest even though his knees were dripping with blood.