(I was shocked to see this online recently.) I had some of my own feelings, so I wrote this story. I don't want to have fun, I just want to give me a little thought. ）

Happy people have the same happiness, and unhappy people have their own misfortunes.

Tian Xiang is 16 years old and as her name suggests, a flower that blooms in the countryside. After Tian Xiang graduated from elementary school, he picked up the basket and took on the burden of life.

I heard that the nearby quarry is paid according to the ability to work more, although it is more difficult and tiring, but if the relatives do not mention that this is a chore, Tian Xiang will not feel that this matter is bitter.

One day, a village master went to the city, saying that he had a effortless and lucrative job, and came to find Tian Xiang.

Tian Xiang was peeling the beans and skillfully adding firewood. My heart is full of novelty, I listen to my family, and I like this job very much.

They have never been to the city, and they feel that it is very tempting to have something to do with the big city.

The uncle ran a few times in the middle, negotiated the price, and took Tian Xiang to the residence of the boss in the city.

Before stepping into that mansion, from a distance, Tian Xiang looked at this house that she had only seen in TV dramas, its decoration, its greenery, and the color of its gates.

It was as if there was an invisible hand pushing Tian Xiang into this cold hall. It was like another force, grabbing Tian Xiang's heart and telling himself, don't come.

It's like a fattened pig, when it is sent to the guillotine, whether it wants it or not, it can't escape.

The prosperity in his eyes hadn't kept up with the pace of travel, and that gentleman seemed to appear in front of Tian Xiang's eyes all of a sudden.

The gentleman in a suit with hairspray glanced at Tian Xiang, who noticed the gaze that suddenly wandered away from her.

This is the scene when Mr. Lin saw Tian Xiang for the first time, the girl's eyelashes left a shallow arc shadow on the side of the eyes, out of shyness to hide sideways behind the man, the neck shrunk like a floating swan, and the girl's unique immature skin showed a little yellow.

This shy look is also what Mr. Lin looks like whenever he sees her in the future.

The uncle bowed slightly, chattering endlessly, Tian Xiang couldn't listen to what the uncle said to Mr., presumably Mr. couldn't listen either, because Mr. always responded to a few words in a short and low voice.

Mr. made a generous move, and handled the aftermath of this "transaction" concisely, and the uncle quickly left satisfied. Tian Xiang knew that she didn't know when she would have to get out of this big suffocating house.

"What's your name?" The gentleman's expressionless face began to smile, and he tried to lift the two muscles above the corners of his mouth.

"The fragrance of the field, the field of the field, the fragrance of the flowers." Tian Xiang tried to make herself clear enough to speak.

"16 years old?" The gentleman then asked.

"Yes, 16 years old, 15 years old." Tian Xiang added honestly, just like talking to an ordinary person.

"Just call me Mr. Lin."