March 3, 9,989 in the calendar of the Heavenly Calendar.

On the hill in the southwest of Huayu City.

The rain was heavy, the sky was covered with haze, and from time to time there was a burst of thunder. It's still seven or eight o'clock in the morning, but it seems like it's already dark.

Trickling raindrops fell on the black leaves, blooming white flowers, and soaked in the earth.

The dense woods are all black trees, like bottomless hollows, dark nights, and the inscrutable human hearts make them lose themselves. And the white flowers on the tree that bloom in the rain are the only remaining good, lighting the way forward for those who have lost their journey.

A woman holds a transparent umbrella, her long hair is tied into a high ponytail, the hem of her white coat has been wet from the rain, and she holds a few white flowers in her right hand.

Not far away, under the tree, where the flowers bloomed at the highest, sat a little girl about five years old, with a straight knife engraved with the word snowflake on her side. Her back was leaning against the trunk of a tree, her black shirt and trousers were drenched in the rain, her skin was slightly pale from the rain, her long inky hair was scattered behind her back, and a few strands of black hair stuck to her face. A pair of eyes are closed, and if you don't look closely, you look like you're dead.

The sound of rain around him was cut off, and his long eyelashes were stained with fine raindrops, which dripped down to his round little face with the slight flutter of his eyes. She opened her eyes and looked up at the man who had carved out a small piece of the world for her.

The rain fell on the umbrella and made a clicking sound, and the little girl looked at the person in front of her with a confused and empty look in her eyes, and asked in a voice that was calm enough to have no emotion, "Who are you?" ”

"Little friend, shouldn't I ask you this?" There was a bit of vitality and gentleness in the woman's voice, and the surprise on her face when she woke up turned into a smile like a sunny but not dazzling. Looking at the little girl like a porcelain doll in front of her, her eyes changed from curiosity and worry to surprise and pity when she woke up.

"Where's your home? Will my sister send you back?" Fu Mo leaned over to look at her, wearing a high ponytail, about 19 years old, with a beautiful and moving face, his eyes were full of kindness and a little pity, and he was clean and had no intentions. Looking at her calm face, he tilted his head like a bird and said, "Is there a conflict with the family?" ”

Seeing that she didn't speak, Fu Mo thought that Ming Lian had acquiesced. I didn't know what to think of, my eyes were sour, and I held up a young little hand and put a few white flowers in my hand into the palm of her hand to help her hold it. Squatting down and saying earnestly: "My sister also had conflicts at home when she was a child, and she didn't have it when she grew up." Because they left before I could grow up. ”

Although the little hand in her hand was cold, it was also a little warm when she held it in her hand for a while. Xu didn't let go of his hand because he was greedy for the warmth in his hand, and held his other little hand in his hand and comforted her: "Your family must care about you, so don't let them worry." Hurry up and stay with them while you can still care..."

"I don't have any family anymore." The little girl's calm tone was devoid of any emotion.

Hearing this, Fu Mo's expression was slightly corrosive, and the next words reminded her of something terrifying, and her eyes showed panic and fear.

"They all died in front of me."

It was also a rainy day, and the family was out on a trip, and the car was washed down the hillside and fell into the river by a mudslide. When Fu Mo woke up again, he saw the car that was salvaged by the rescuers and the two people next to the car who had long since disappeared.

"I ......" have no home.

Before she finished speaking, she was hugged by the person in front of her, who was already a taller person than her, and her body was trembling slightly at this time. A thin whimper came from behind, like a child who was afraid of the dark and hid alone in the bed and cried quietly when night came.

"Don't say it, don't say it......" The helpless voice was mixed with despair and sadness, and prayed pitifully.

The little girl, who had been indifferent before, became a little at a loss at this time, and gently patted the other party's back with the appearance of the person in her vague memory, and said in Fu Mo's comforting tone before.

"Good."

The sound of the rain seemed to comfort those lonely souls.

———— (Dividing Line)

"My name is Fumo, what's your name?"

On the way back, Fu Mo asked.

Min Lian thought for a while, compared to the previous eyes, now there is a little brighter, looking at the dark sky in confusion and the clear memory in his mind as if it happened yesterday, recalling a few words in his heart that have been deeply imprinted in his mind, as if he has never been forgotten.

'Murmur! Hurry up and find my master in the Azure Palace, and say that a sect has brought people to kill her, and let her evacuate with the disciples in the sect quickly! Otherwise, it won't be too late...'

The woman in white in front of her was stabbed with a sword and stabbed out several skeletons, and the wounds were deep and bone-invisible. The white jade bead bracelet on his hand was even more red with blood, and he swallowed his breath before he finished speaking.

In the same other scene, a person wearing a green coat asked her to hide quickly, and the green clothes she was wearing were almost dyed red by the blood clan.

The high steps were also covered in scarlet blood and corpses, and she stood on the high platform with a blood-stained silver knife.........

Gurgling, a name she didn't like.

Caught in the memory, Min Lian suddenly woke up, looking at the black and white trees around her, maybe she felt that it was useless to say it or not, or she was also confused about who she was, and replied: "I don't remember." ”

"And where do you live?"

"I don't remember."

"And how old are you?"

"I don't remember."

After asking, she has been silent and does not speak, and she will answer a few words when she takes the initiative to ask, so it can be said that she can not speak without speaking.

Fu Mo looked at the kid in front of her, who was only waist-high, holding a straight knife taller than herself, and she had to take it herself with great difficulty.

Only four or five years old to experience such a tragic thing, become like this. There was a little pity in his heart, and he almost subconsciously said to her: "My sister doesn't have a family, do you want my sister to be your family?" ”

After saying this, she herself was stunned, and looked down at Min Lian, who also turned her head to look at her.

Ming's innocent and lovely appearance makes people unwary. When he first looked at her, he sank his face like a little adult, exuding an aura of fierce vigilance to surround himself, and the two appeared on Min Lian's body at the same time.

On the way back, he was not wary of her, trying to follow her, but he kept his distance from her shyly.

At this moment, the dark brown pupils looked like dark night in the dim light, and nothing could be reflected. When he looked up at her, there was a light in his eyes, and the look of surprise in his clean eyes made the person who had been lifeless before look like a child.

Fu Mo also wanted to continue to say that it didn't matter if she didn't want to, because she had planned to contact a friend to find someone to adopt her after she went back, and her own question would inevitably make Ming Pian embarrassed.

But when he saw the clean eyes mixed with a bit of expectation, he hesitated for a while, and just wanted to say something, he saw that the other party nodded.

The author has something to say:

The memories began, and the little angel of Fumo was also online.

I don't care who you want to group, but don't do it if you say you have a target.

And there is no love in my book, only bonds.

The bond is love, and the bond is love.

So, you get it.