Nakakui was only thirteen years old when she was sent to her new family, and when she came to this strange, humble place with a picture of her mother, no one knew how she would feel. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Her father didn't want her anymore, and the father who used to only hold her and only tell her stories at night actually told her, "You are not the daughter of my Zhong family, tomorrow, the housekeeper will pack your things and take you to your biological parents." Then he threw down Nakhoi who was lying in place, and stood stupidly in place, refusing to believe this fact.

"How could I not be the daughter of the Zhong family, I am so similar to my mother." Naka-kui kept talking to herself, and no one could answer her, because her mother died of illness when she was four years old.

The old housekeeper who grew up watching Zhong Kui since he was a child, he didn't know whether he was unbearable or compassion in his eyes, Zhong Kui didn't see it, the fairy tales he had seen and heard since he was a child were all Cinderella would become princesses, but the fairy tales didn't say that the princess would become Cinderella one day.

Even his brother, who once held him in the palm of his hand, looked at Zhong Kui with an indifferent face, and threw a sentence at her, "In the future, don't remember this place that doesn't belong to you." After saying that, she never looked back, and the two people she once thought she loved the most didn't want her anymore.

Immediately after, Nakakui left the northern city and came to another city, a new home, and it seemed that there was still a light rain in the sky.

Pushing open the door, there was a huge courtyard inside, empty, a woman in her thirties, sitting in the courtyard with red and swollen eyes, holding a fan on the medicine stove, Zhong Kui thought at the time, she must have choked on the smoke.

"Here we go." The woman raised her beautiful face, saw the housekeeper holding the timid Zhong Kui, hurriedly got up, and greeted her, "This is Zhong Kui." ”

"Yes, I'll leave it to you." The housekeeper handed Zhongkui's hand to the woman, looked down at Zhongkui, turned around, and was about to leave, before closing the door, the housekeeper said a word, "Miss, here is no better than Beicheng, take care of yourself, listen well, your parents' words." There was a noticeable pause in the last few words of the butler, and finally, with a sigh, he finally left.

This future mother walked into the house with Zhong Kui, the yard was empty, the two-story wooden building was also very simple, the hall had a round table, three wooden chairs, and the TV was also an old object from more than ten years ago, but fortunately, everything was in order.

"Is Sister Xiaokui here?" There was a young and crisp boy's voice in the bedroom, the voice was very ethereal, very good, and then I saw a boy about ten years old, touching the wall, walked out, with a faint smile, showing two cute little tiger teeth, but not with white veil over his eyes, it should be a very beautiful boy.

"Come, Xiaokui, this is another child of my mother, that is, your younger brother, Momo." The man who claimed to be his mother smiled and led the ink to Zhongkui's face.

"I only have one mother." Nakakui held up the photo in her arms, "She's dead." The little face held back her tears and stubbornly refused to bow her head.

"Okay, Xiaokui, from today onwards, you will live in this sunny room on the second floor, okay, listen to the housekeeper, you like the sun the most." Mother Luo Mo was not at a loss, always with a faint smile, although she was dressed plainly, and some white silk was dyed between her temples, Zhong Kui thought that she should be very beautiful when she was young.

Zhong Kui didn't speak, glanced at Mao Mo's mother, then at Lan Mo, tightened the photo in her arms, trotted all the way, ran to her room, closed the door fiercely, covered her mouth on the bed and cried, she didn't want the family to see her embarrassed appearance.

How she wished it was all just a joke, a plot from a movie, how could it happen to her.

"Mom, you say, what should I do."

When Zhongkui opened his eyes in a daze, the sky was already completely dark, and Mother Luo Mo knocked on the wooden door of Zhongkui's room and said softly, "Xiaokui, the meal is ready, come down and eat." ”

Zhong Kui touched his rumbling belly, although he didn't want to go down, but the protest of his stomach became bigger and bigger, smelling the fragrance of vegetables wafting over, his stomach revolted successfully, Zhong Kui gritted his teeth, pushed open the door and walked down.

Luo Mo was already sitting at the dining table, listening to the squeaking sound of the stairs, following the direction, he smiled at Zhongkui, revealing two cute tiger teeth, "Sister Xiaokui, come on, mom actually added a dish today." ”

There are three light side dishes on the table, and some minced meat can be vaguely seen, but it is particularly fragrant.

"Sit down, I'm going to be hungry." Mother Mo touched Zhong Kui's hair and sat at the dining table with dishes and chopsticks.

Zhong Kui didn't speak, sat on the stool gently, and took a bite of the dish, although it was light, it was very delicious, no worse than what Aunt Hao made at home, thinking about it, his eyes dimmed a little more.

"Why don't you eat it, isn't it delicious?" Momo's mother looked at Zhong Kui inquiringly.

Nakakui shook his head, secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then sped up his meal.

It was only later that I learned that Mo's father died in a car accident three years ago, and Momo also lost his eyes because of the car accident, and later Momo himself told her that if his father hadn't desperately protected him under him, he would have died at that time.

Since that day, Zhongkui has completely entered this family, and I don't know when it started, Zhongkui slowly began to integrate into this family, and began to slowly open his heart, try, accept, and recognize this family.

At night, Zhong Kui lay on the strange bed, gently shake, the wooden bed will make a squeaky sound, the mattress is also hard and uncomfortable, although Mao Mo's mother put on a new sheet for her, Zhong Kui still sleeps very uncomfortable, she hopes that this is just a dream, when she wakes up, she is still the little princess who is high up, and her father and brother will still hold her in the palm of their hands.

With such thoughts, Zhong Kui fell asleep deeply, watching Zhong Kui slowly fall asleep, Mao Mo's mother finally breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that she was worried that Zhong Kui was uncomfortable sleeping, so she came to take a look, and saw that Zhong Kui was asleep, so she was relieved, smiled, gently turned off the light, and then turned around and went downstairs.

"Did Sister Aoi sleep?" Holding the door with both hands, he said in the direction of the stairs, if those eyes were not wrapped in gauze, they would have looked good.

"Yes, you should go to sleep quickly, and you have to get up early tomorrow to go to the hospital for a recheck." Mother Mo smiled and touched her soft hair, her eyes full of doting.

"Okay." Luo Mo said with a smile, the two tiger teeth are very cute.

The lights are out, the night covers the earth, the drizzle has stopped, and the moon should climb out, otherwise this night will be boring.

When I opened my eyes, it was not the familiar room, on the right hand, there was no favorite doll, the dazzling sunlight shone on Zhong Kui's bed, Zhong Kui rubbed his eyes, the frustration in his eyes flashed, and when he saw someone coming up, Zhong Kui had a trace of alienation and a trace of vigilance.

Later, I found out that it was Luo Mo, who groped the stairs and walked up, and heard Zhong Kui's voice come up, "Sister Xiaokui, you are awake." Luo Mo smiled, "Come down and get ready to eat." ”

Seeing the innocent appearance of Mao Mo's smile, Zhong Kui said softly, "You always laugh, aren't you tired?" In the days to come, Zhong Kui has always asked Luo Mo, he has been laughing, isn't he tired, and Luo Mo will always say, "Laughter can always make people feel at ease." In fact, as long as Luo Mo smiled at Zhong Kui, Zhong Kui could always settle down inexplicably.

"I helped you connect with a junior high school in the town, take a day off at home today, and report to school tomorrow." During the meal, Mother Luo Mo said to Zhong Kui with a smile.

"Oh." Zhong Kui lightly agreed, and the meal was half-hearted.

"Sister Xiaokui, aren't you happy going to school?" There was a hint of yearning in his tone, "If only I could go to school, I could also learn a lot of things I didn't know and meet a lot of friends." ”

"Yes." Mother Luo Mo said in an affirmative tone, which seemed to give Luo Mo a lot of encouragement.

"Don't you have any friends?" Zhong Kui rarely took the initiative to ask.

Luo Mo shook his head lightly, "No, I can't play games with them, and they don't like me for not being able to see them, so they don't want to play with me." Luo Mo's tone was not too frustrated, as if he was telling a very ordinary thing.

Zhong Kui listened quietly and did not speak, and the atmosphere was suddenly a little dull.

"I'm full, has Sister Xiaokui eaten well?" He put down his chopsticks and asked Nakakui.

"Yes." Zhong Kui put down his chopsticks, and he really didn't have much appetite to eat.

"I have prepared a gift for Sister Xiaokui for a long time, come and take a look." Luo Mo groped at the dinner table, grabbed Zhong Kui's hand and got up, and walked quickly towards his room, Zhong Kui couldn't break free, so he had to let Luo Mo pull, Zhong Mo even felt that Luo Mo seemed to be able to see.

When I arrived at the Mo room, a very small room, there was only a bed and a table, and there was an easel on the corner of the wall, and a strange-shaped creature was painted on the easel, which could be vaguely distinguished, and it was a person who should.

"At that time, my mother told me that there was going to be a sister in the house, and I was thinking about what this sister would look like, so I drew my imagination." Luo Mo smiled, "When my dad was here, he was very good at drawing, if nothing happened, my mother said, my painting would be as good as my father." ”

Seeing that Zhong Kui had not spoken, Luo Mo thought that Zhong Kui didn't like it, "Isn't it not good-looking, then forget it, when my eyes are better, I will draw a picture for Sister Xiaokui." As he spoke, he fumbled to take off the paintings on the easel, folded them and threw them away.

"Nope." Zhong Kui snatched the painting from the hand of the mo: "It's beautiful." Zhong Kui gently rolled up the painting, I don't know why, this painting is obviously very ugly, but she likes it very much, cherishes it very much, and it is also the future, Zhong Kui's most cherished painting, maybe it is the warmth of the ink to her that makes her have a glimmer of light in this strange environment.