The little girl in front of her looks like a pear blossom, but not as delicate as a pear blossom. said that it was from the tree, but it was just right, with a straight waist and a black coat, and black hair reaching to the waist. His eyes are as clean and clear as water, and he has an unyielding will, just like a mountain rain flower that still blooms under a torrential rain.

"You... Agreed? Fu Mo asked.

"Hmm."

Joy and shock were staggered together after getting back, and my heart was full of mixed tastes. In the end, it turned into a smile and said to Min Lian: "Then you have to call me sister in the future, always." ”

Min Lian hesitated for a moment after hearing this, and there was always a hurdle in her heart that she couldn't overcome, and the scene at this time was similar to a scene in her memory.

'Scale, you're alright. ’

The heart is constantly entangled, and the memories that I thought I have forgotten are emerging, constantly reminding myself.

It's only going to be a tragedy, you're going to bring disaster. All this is a senseless struggle, I should die alone, drifting like a wild ghost, that will only bring sadness to myself, let alone try again, it will only hurt myself deeper.

Although it was only a few moments, it seemed like a long time for her.

"Okay, sister."

Her voice was cautious, a little tentative, as light as if it would drift away when the wind blew it. Although it is not pleasant, it is also somewhat mechanical, with long-standing vicissitudes.

After hearing this, Fu Mo's eyebrows and eyes were bent, and his smile was even brighter, and his joy reached the bottom of his eyes, covering his eyes. The whole face full of youthful vitality is a slim beauty, which adds a bit of gorgeousness.

Ming Lian was originally a beauty who loved to look at beauties, but she watched from afar. Fu Mo smiled like this, like the scorching sun in winter, not dazzling but warm his heart, and he was also stupid when he saw it.

"Are there any other relatives at home?" Fu Mo said.

She thought about what Min Lian said before, and thought that asking her directly about the pain of the deceased family might poke at the other party, and if she cried at that time, she would not go to the person who would comfort her. This becomes the problem.

If you don't have it or don't want to say it, take a blood sample and ask a friend to help check it out. If so, it is convenient for me to go around to inquire about her situation, and then take a blood sample to check and search on the Internet.

All in all, you can avoid touching her pain, otherwise it may give her a second trauma to her psyche.

Thinking of the numbness and loss of soul when I first saw Shi Ming, I couldn't help but feel some distress and guilt in my heart.

If only I could have met sooner.

"Nope." Min Lian replied.

She wasn't surprised by this answer, but just smiled. Holding her by the hand and walking down the muddy path, on the way back to the two of them's home.

The rain and flowers bloomed really well that day.

It is a rare beauty in the eyes of the world, and has been praised by many classical poems.

It is a demon scene spurned by the world, and it has been cut down since ancient times.

Recalling the first time, there was no turmoil in Min Pian's heart.

She used to regard Fumo as her only hope of survival, and at that time she only had Fumo left.

It was only then that he was so disappointed that he chose not to give hope anymore.

She had also thought about what the reason was.

thought that Fu Mo was just too fresh and caused her trouble. Or maybe she hates it because she doesn't do well, but she still has some feelings or something.

If it's true, Fumo doesn't have anything to be sorry for himself.

Gave her a place to return to, similar to home, when she was most lost, with or without a purpose.

But it was only a temporary refuge after all, and it was destined to collapse.

After Ming Lian, his impression of Fumo has always been neither good nor bad, and he even tilted slightly to the good side. Even if it is later guessed that she may have a purpose in taking her in, whether before or after.

Because I didn't expect to treat her as an experiment, once it has no value, it will become a useless waste product, so when I see the information with her name written on it, I can't believe it.

Later, he was not angry because he had already regarded the other party as a stranger, and even had some pity for Fu Mo.

Fu Mo is too rational and insecure.

Trapped his mind in a room, locked the door and threw away the key, leaving only a shell outside, maintaining a semblance of sanity. I don't dare to give up my heart completely, I am afraid that I will lose everything, I am afraid that I will not be able to accept the result in the face of it, and I am afraid that I will lose control.

The words involuntary and powerless carried out the first half of Min Pian's life, and he had a deep experience. It's just that at that time, she was not as rational as Fumo, and she was always forced to give up only when she had to wait for a result, so she suffered a lot of losses.

I was once desperate because of gossip and distrust, but there was no one to help my helplessness. struggled on the verge of collapse with only his own strength to not admit defeat, and lived like this until now.

I was born stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat, unwilling to die like this, because of those filthy and dirty people to die, or to become like them and get their will.

Mercy, mercy.

She gave herself this name not because she hoped that she would not pity her, but because she sighed that no one had really pitied her, and because she did not need pity.

Everything is just a reincarnation, and the creation of reincarnation is also oneself.

Hope goes hand in hand with death, and there is only self-salvation.

Compassion for the common people, pity for self-pity.

Hence the name: Minglian.

Having the same experience allowed her to see the sadness buried in her heart almost at a glance through Fumo's eyes, or because of sympathy, but she would never become Fumo.

Because she is very stubborn, as long as she doesn't want to, she will never become a person like everyone else.

Because of various reasons, I was implicated in the piles and piles in reality, and I lost my faith and couldn't get rid of it. Buried in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, reduced to a speck of dust in the world. To have what she loves and what she wants, this is her persistence, and it is the pride she should have.

There is nothing wrong with those who are buried in the crowd, there is never really right or wrong. Just as a fish is born to swim in the sea, it cannot fly in the sky like a bird, not every fish is a fish.

It's a pity that people in this world have been trapped by the games they have created for tens of thousands of years.

Min Lian was not qualified to talk about her, and she never thought to blame her.

It's not because I'm sensible, but I don't care and let go.

I was really too persistent and too humble in the past. Because I really don't want anyone to leave, but I can't do anything about it.

In short, after enduring this hardship and buying this lesson for yourself, everything will be fine.

Even if it's not good, it doesn't matter anymore.

The author has something to say:

I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming with a blade.

ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ Hehe~

Remember the following quote:

Everything is just a reincarnation, and it is also oneself that creates reincarnation.

Hope goes hand in hand with death, and there is only self-salvation.

Compassion for the common people, pity for self-pity.

Hence the name: Minglian. ”

That's probably what I wanted to express when I wrote it, and I also wanted to tell myself and help myself get rid of the things that stuck me in the past. In fact, there is nothing I want to express, I just want to tell a good story.

I want to give the people in my books a sense of independence, even if they only live under my pen.

But they are also my friends, and I make up for the fact that I don't have anyone to talk to in reality.

After all, there are many people who say that I am cold and selfish, but they have not spoken to me.

Although it seems very cold, those who know me know that I am a sand sculpture inside.

I'm a little greedy for money, but if you play well with me, you can help me if you can, as long as you don't violate my bottom line, I'm not a virgin, and I don't want to tarnish the word.

Small Theatre:

Fumo: If only we had met sooner.

N years later, Ming Pian: No, there's no need, stay away from Lao Tzu!