Reza found herself back when she was a child, because the vision in front of her was too short, as if it was only as high as the corner of the bench.
She lowered her head and looked at her hand. The palm was small and the five fingers were short. She remembered that there was a scar on the back of her right hand. It didn't disappear until she was twelve or thirteen years old, but now there was nothing on it, clean and white.
It's like going back to when I was five years old.
The girl raised her head and looked at the surrounding environment in an expected manner. The old wooden chair with a broken leg was covered with dust in the corner, and the square corners of the wooden table were smoothed. Oil stains that can't be wiped off—but what does that matter, anyway, she doesn't have any new clothes, even if she wipes them with her sleeve, the old clothes that can't be washed will not be any worse .
There are two layers of curtains in the living room, one of which has a blackout effect, and when it is pulled up halfway, it seems to deprive the light from her world—every time that person comes home drunk, he will always take the piece of cloth Pulling to the middle, occasionally with great strength, one or two hanging buckles will collapse, so that the curtains seem to be half-dragged and half-dragged on the ground. And the side of the curtain near the wall has a brownish-black layer underneath.
After that, the curtain was like a fig leaf again, blocking all the unspeakable things that happened in this family, and creating a barrier for the prying eyes of the world.
Reza loves and hates it.
It's strange that even that disgusting man couldn't make her have such complicated emotions. It turned out that the curtain left the deepest impression on her in this home.
When it was pulled on, it meant hell for her.
But it was because of it that she could deceive herself that those horrible things only happened in this world, and when she walked out of the gate and was exposed to the sun, the darkness would be expelled.
No one knew she had an abusive father.
No one knew that after he beat his seriously ill mother to death, he buried his seriously ill mother in the soil behind the garden. There was so much blood in the living room that day, and it took her a whole night to wipe the floor clean.
Finally, she found that the curtains in the corner were stained, and she was so scared that she stayed in the room all day, praying that the man didn't find out about it.
Because at that time, because of his wife's death, he acted out of grief in front of a group of relatives, in order to take a sum of comfort money from their pockets so that he could continue to spend time in pubs.
At that time, she was scared and excited, afraid that she would destroy the man's plan, and she prayed faintly, if someone came, anyone would come, who could find out his true face
No one, no one knew what happened to that silent little girl who was in the corner of the banquet and only dared to sneak out to pick up the leftovers after the crowd dispersed. She was wearing long-sleeved trousers that she would only wear in autumn, just to cover up the scary and scary marks on her body.
"Burn here, or leave here?" When her eyes touched everything, she was reminded of a certain memory, so that she didn't realize it at all, and suddenly another person appeared behind her.
Reza turned to look at her—
The painting style of this woman is so different from here, bright and bright, like a burning sun. But that is definitely not sunlight, but her beauty, which is dazzling and suffocating. Even if it is placed in a cloud-shrouded heaven, the rolling white waves will never block the half-charm of her eyebrows and eyes.
Yes, charming.
It's definitely not the erotic hormones of those red-light district women, because the fierce aura on her body is too obvious, even if her smile is enough to make anyone fascinated, no one feels profane thoughts.
At that moment, a flower appeared in Leisa's mind.
She had seen the blood-colored manjusawa at the place where her mother was buried. It was so enchanting that it opened its teeth and claws, but people dared not touch it. The color was bright and poisonous.
Such a person used to be like an exile.
The nobility and arrogance in her body still existed, but she inexplicably rubbed that evil spirit, which made her look extraordinarily special.
For a while, Leisa was patronizing to see the person, and she was not in a hurry about the question she just heard, until she was easily hugged by this person.
"Change this place?" The woman asked her with a smile, looking at the gloomy but extremely cute child in front of her, she couldn't help reaching out and pinching her face.
Reza avoided her hand, turned her head and said, "Don't—let me down."
The woman smiled and said to her: "Don't let it go, you are so cute, why don't you let me hug you?"
Leisa looked at her faintly, and said slowly: "You are dead."
"Oh, don't be so arrogant, come on, give my sister a kiss." Shen Jiangxi was so happy in her heart that she wanted to go up to kiss her, but Lei Sha frowned and pushed her away.
She resisted this place so much that she refused to let any of her happy memories be stained with it.
Shen Jiangxi didn't force her, but turned her head to look behind her - "here, take a look."
Leisa turned her head curiously in the direction she indicated, and saw the curtain starting from the bottom, being burned by the faint blue fire. Silently... as if it has always existed in Leisa's memory, watching everything that happened in this house silently, without saying a word.
Still disappearing without saying a word.
It seemed to burn together with the decayed, heavy, and dark things in her memory.
Then there was the chair with a broken leg... She remembered that her mother's feet were a little limp, because the man hit her leg with this chair after drinking, and when the bench flew horizontally, it hit the wall. With a broken leg, just like her poor mother.
Afterwards, the whole house was in front of her, burning with that faint blue flame, as if the devil in hell had heard her call, and was finally willing to retaliate with an eye and destroy everything she hated so much.
But she knew, not because anyone in hell heard her call, that was her lover.
In this world, a lover who can fulfill all wishes for her.
There is no cowardly mother, no cruel and hateful man, Leisa grew up like this, peacefully, under the witness of Shen Jiangxi. The unbearable stares from other students disappeared, and everyone regarded her as the most ordinary classmate, and some people even took the initiative to approach her because of her cold appearance and seldom talk.
She lived a new life, and lived a new life in this virtual world that is so real that it only exists in the torrent of time.
This time, there was someone by her side who would accompany her no matter what.
This person will come to pick her up from school, ask her how her day is, take her to other places to play, show her the magnificent scenery, let her see the beauty in the vast world, let her Completely, reborn.
Shen Jiangxi would fall asleep with her every night, and then they would wake up in the morning light of a new day, in the soft and warm quilt.
Leisa never knew that she would have such a life, ordinary, happy, so satisfied that she couldn't find any faults at all.
On the night when she decided to enter the police academy, the grown-up woman hugged that incomparably beautiful woman, unable to say anything for a long time, she just kept that posture, wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything .
"You can't increase your cultivation level, this time." In the end, she just said this.
Shen Jiangxi smiled, leaned close to her ear, and answered her: "What does that matter? But this time—I can accompany you to grow old."
Leisa was pulled back to real life by her, she only felt that those scenes that were buried deep in her memory that she didn't want to recall had been covered by new and beautiful ones, and she once thought that she was going to walk alone on the edge of the abyss of hatred , but now a person came up to her and said to her:
"Come on, leave that dangerous place, and walk with me on the wide and safe road."
Later, as she said, that person stayed with her until she was old.
During this period, Shen's father got cancer in less than two years. It was the kind that didn't have a matching drug. Shen Jiangxi knew the day when he was going to leave as early as the first day he saw him, and sighed , in the last few months of his life, wanted to spend all his savings and take him out.
But was stopped, the man was very old, lying on the hospital bed, holding her hand, smiling, beckoned to her mysteriously, and said:
"Keep the money... After you retire, don't you want to live together?" When he was speaking, he smiled and winked mysteriously in Lei Sha's direction.
This man, until he was about to leave, was as warm as a little sun in front of his precious daughter.
In fact, he knows everything.
It's just that he didn't say anything, and he didn't stop him, he just wanted to see Shen Jiangxi having a good time.
This is probably the simplest wish of all parents in the world.
Later, time flies, and it is Leisa's turn to leave. At that time, they were all old, and they occasionally smiled at each other with white hair. To a certain extent, they had never been old. This feeling of life passing by was very strange and reluctant.
Shen Jiangxi sighed with a smile, held her hand, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, wrinkled at the corners of her eyes with a smile:
"Finally, I will send you off once."
"I failed your mission, so next time you see me, won't you scold me?" Leisa only had gentle eyes, but stubbornly refused to twitch the corners of her lips. Even though this person is old, he still has a cold face, With a serious look, the neighbor's children dare not approach her.
Shen Jiangxi shook her head, kissed the back of her hand and said:
"How come, I want to praise you, you are awesome, you are indeed the person I like."
Three minutes later.
Shen Jiangxi heard the voice of System 22:
[Mission failed, rewards not issued—transmission started.]
The author has something to say: I really like Papa Shen, am I... what's wrong? ?
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