Outside the house, there was the sound of a man and a woman arguing, invective, and the sound of breaking. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Inside, it's quiet. Except for the noise coming from outside the house, only the clock walked tirelessly, making a ticking, dull ringing.

Inside and outside the house, two worlds.

In the room, there sat a girl with long black hair combed into a crisp ponytail. Look at the back of about eleven or twelve years old. The appearance is very ordinary, not even delicate - the bridge of the nose is collapsed, and the skin is dark. Surprisingly, her eyes are extraordinarily large, but if you are a person who cares, you can find that those dark eyes contain many things that should not belong to her—dead eyes, desperate eyes...... There is only no happy eyes, even a trace of it, it will flash like a meteor.

Her name is Luo Jianhan. As for the identity, if she wants to say it, it is the soul who stays here because of nostalgia for the past in the world.

In Luo Jianhan's dictionary, there is no such thing as father's love and mother's love. What her mother gave her was a dead and empty look. What her father gave her was despair, despair for the world.

She loves nothing more than to lie down the window and watch the children downstairs play with their parents. Looking at the happy smiles on their faces, whether they were smiling or grinning, there was always a warmth in her heart, and correspondingly, there would be a smile on the most ordinary faces, and this kind of heartfelt happiness she could not get in any way.

But in the midst of all the moments that made her wish time had stopped, there was always a noise that shattered the peace and harmony that had only been a moment—the two demons! If you don't really love each other, why do you want to get married? To give birth to her, and a brother who is only six months old!? The answer to this question, which had once been painful for her, gradually emerged in her more and more mature mind. Marriage is not a positive result after falling in love, but a grave of love. It is nothing more than an economic act. And children are not the crystallization of deceptive love, but the peacekeeper of economic behavior such as marriage!

She has a poor brother, who is just born to suffer the storm of family breakdown, and then the devastation of exam-oriented education. She is slowly adapting, after all, when she was born, the relationship between her parents was not what it is now. She also enjoyed a happy childhood. The younger brother, on the other hand, has lost the opportunity and time to adapt. Only blows can be accepted. Let's hope he can handle it. This is Luo Jianhan's only blessing to him.

She also hated her brother, even more than she loved him. If it weren't for him, her current situation might not be so bad. Perhaps, she will not be spurned by her parents. Her mother, after getting a son, disliked Jian Han. She doesn't need this sloppy, ugly, rebellious, perverse garbage anymore. His son will become a perfect prince in her mind. It's like an abandoned painting, Luo Jianhan, forgotten by her.

Tick tick. The phone rang. Luo Jianhan glanced at it casually, it was a friend's birthday reminder. The moment she saw the name, she picked up her phone and held it tightly in her hand, restraining her anger.

That's his father's name.

Luo Jianhan used to love his father very much, his humor, and his ability. But just now, she was desperate, and even the last shred of hope that belonged to her father was shattered......

That memory resurfaced again, turning it around as quickly as a book, and that quarrel was the most painful thing she had ever heard in her life.

All right! You're actually looking for a woman outside behind my back! Shameless!

So what, you ****** dare to talk about me! Don't pee and take good care of yourself!

You, you dare to scold me!

......

She didn't dare to think about it, her hands were shaking, her teeth clenching her lips, and she didn't care if it hurt or not. At this moment, her heart is dead.

At this time, the quarrel outside the house came to an abrupt end. And she heard the cry of a baby coming from another room.

Oh, the so-called prince, is it really just another peacekeeper of marriage?

The corners of Luo Jianhan's mouth rose slightly, outlining a mysterious smile. Her hatred is a little less.

I should be happy, but why does my heart hurt? Why, she was crying? Is it true that only when the body dies can we no longer suffer?

Tears fall, splash for a moment, and then, no longer represent anything.

Enemies, I'm tired. My revenge has not been avenged, so let's meet again in the next life......