My name is Liang Lin, and I was born in the snow. My mother, whom I had never met, gave birth to me before she could get home while she was walking away from home. The sun after the snow is dazzling, and the cold sky light gathers in my pupils and diffuses in the snowfield. My mother died in childbirth and kept calling my name before she died, Lynn.

My father is a very busy person, and the only one who has accompanied me since I was a child is my brother. The nanny and the wet nurse did not look at me kindly, they were married with my mother, and their relationship with my mother was like sisters, but because of me, they lost their shelter in the Liang family, so their resentment was vented on my head. They felt that I was the star of my mother's life, and that my coming was a harbinger of disaster.

When I was a child, my brother always slept with me, and I have repeated the same nightmare over and over again for as long as I can remember. Huge swaths of blood were splashed on the snowy field, and the howling cold wind slashed at me like a knife, and I sat helplessly on the snow, looking at the blood stains on the ground and crying. Nightmares always wake me up, but I'm not scared because my brother is always there for me. Seeing my brother, who was eight years older than me, smiling and sitting on the edge of the bed and touching my head, the gloom in my heart could dissipate peacefully.

When I remembered, my brother was already thirteen years old, and he belonged to the cold and arrogant eyes of a teenager, with flying eyebrows, and the lines of his chin with beautiful edges and corners flying to the hair, like a sharp sword out of the sheath. Only when looking at me, the cold and arrogant eyes will become extraordinarily gentle, the bright smile will spread, and the warmth of the corners of the lips will melt the fear and loneliness in my heart.

I've always liked to see my brother sketch and I've always believed that he has the soul of a character. The blank paper that has been torn casually, and a simple fountain pen have outlined the whole world. My brother will definitely become a great painter, I firmly believed when I was a child.

From my brother's sketches, I saw my mother's face, a woman as gentle as water, fluttering hair, delicate face, and that amazing smile. My mother is really beautiful, my brother said, I smile and look like my mother. So I never cried, because my mother passed away because of me, and I was obligated to keep my mother's smile alive. Smiling shallowly in the mirror, I felt as if I saw my mother's love. If there is a kingdom of heaven, my mother must be the most beautiful woman there.

Because of the dystocia, my health has not been good since I was a child, I am thin and small, and I am particularly afraid of cold. My brother always used to put his coat over my body, and looking at the sleeves of the coat that dragged to my feet, my brother smiled happily, and he smiled and said to me, "I will always protect you until you meet him." ”

My brother always didn't complain that the older kids bullied me, which wasn't really a big deal, but he pushed me while he was hopscotch, my little cousin snatched my snacks, and a few kids quietly ran away and left me alone in the snow. Every time I see my brother holding my hand with an annoyed face, I always smile secretly, looking at my brother's stubborn expression, I am really satisfied, satisfied with my brother's strong love for me.

When my brother was sixteen years old, my brother left home with a simple bag and went to the place called "Jianghu". Doesn't it freeze in winter? Before leaving, my brother took my hand and said, Lin, obediently wait for me to come back, 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, and we all strive for the revival of the family, just as my brother left home with his bags on his back, and I walked into a completely unfamiliar classroom at the age of fourteen. In the classroom, there are several very beautiful pots of irises, beautiful blue-purple, like a pair of butterflies flying over the grass. After squatting on the ground and looking at it for a long time, Leng Buding plucked one of the most blooming irises with a pair of delicate jade hands and gently put it on my head. In a panic, I looked up and saw a veiled woman.

"You're so beautiful, this flower can only show its value when you wear it in your hair." It seems to appreciate my well-behaved, veiled woman seems very friendly, I know that she is my new teacher, unlike the old grandfather who taught me literature and history before, she wants to teach me the way to walk the rivers and lakes.

"But the flowers you pick will soon wither." When I was a child, I was used to appreciating rather than possessing, and I preferred that the irises still bloom well on the branches. It seemed that this sentence angered the veiled woman, her body trembled slightly, and she poked my forehead and said, "You, how can the Liang family have such a kind child as you." What we have to learn is to preserve the beauty of a moment, to let the eternal be the past, and only the past is the most faithful. With that, he pulled the fleur-de-lis off the tip of my hair and crushed it between his fingers silently.

So I accepted my family's fate and learned assassination with this veiled woman. Later, I learned that she was actually a well-known sad lady in the rivers and lakes, and vowed to kill a hundred negative men, but fortunately I was a girl. In fact, the teacher's temper is quite good, and when he is not in class, he likes to touch my head and talk about the past, and often brings me delicious snacks. It was only during class that he was furious because I didn't finish my homework or didn't do a good job, and unceremoniously whipped me with a bamboo whip. In fact, the teacher is also 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, my body is super flexible, I can easily complete all kinds of physical training, what climb a five-meter-high bamboo pole, the tricks on the single parallel bars, hand-to-hand combat I learned Jeet Kune Do, when the teacher only did it once, I can clearly understand the details of each movement. Gun grabbing training is the most basic training for a killer, die