The busy metropolis, even if there is no light in the sky, cannot achieve the tranquility of the dark ink, the dazzling neon, graceful as a shining ribbon, lights up the corners of the metropolis.

In a high-rise building in the center of the city, seventeen floors, Fantasia Clothing Co., Ltd., Hua Qinghe is still embroidering with lights, and it is past the time to get off work, but she can't go home yet, because she loves her work deeply?

Wrong, because she's just an assistant.

At the beginning, the job of assistant fashion designer was honorably joined by Hua Qinghe after defeating dozens or hundreds of opponents, so no matter how hard it was, he had to bear it proudly.

Designer Sister Yin went back very early today, handed herself a gift box, and a three-party handkerchief, so that she could keep the gift box and give it to her tomorrow, and complete the handkerchief embroidery before going home.

After sitting for a long time, the whole body stiffened, Hua Qinghe put down the handkerchief in his hand, got up and stretched, picked up the ceramic cup on the table, and went to the pantry to pour water.

Hua Qinghe sat on the countertop by the window in the pantry with a cup, tilted his head sideways, looked at the street below as if it was day, listened to the long sound of cars, and the sound of laughter and laughter, Hua Qinghe frowned unconsciously, he had never liked such a noisy environment, but in order to survive, he left the countryside and came to work in the metropolis alone.

Alone......

Hua Qinghe lamented, 5 years old, since he can remember, he has been going to various relatives' houses, because he has no home, no parents.

However, Hua Qinghe never complained, because she knew that her father was a firefighter, and her father sacrificed to save others, although he was born ordinary, but he died a glorious death, although his family was scattered, but he protected the family happiness of more people, Hua Qinghe was proud of him.

Mother, Hua Qinghe has never seen it, because she gave her own life in order to give her life, Hua Qinghe still remembers sitting in her father's arms when she was a child, he hugged herself and told the bits and pieces of him and his mother back then, the gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, Hua Qinghe remembered it for a lifetime, well, it was more than 20 years.

There is also the sentence that moved me, "Qinghe, your mother loves you very much, and so does your father, and in the future, your father will love you even with your mother's share." ”

Although he broke his promise, Hua Qinghe didn't blame him, the two of them were the softest existence in Hua Qinghe's heart.

After that, Hua Qinghe began to live under the fence, her father's brothers and sisters, and her mother's brothers and sisters, almost all of whom went to live for a while, so Hua Qinghe was more sensible, quieter, and more diligent than her peers.

All kinds of housework at home, there is no flower Qinghe can't, and if you are diligent in other people's homes, you will suffer less white eyes and dislike.

For those relatives, Hua Qinghe never complained, after his father's death, the fire brigade sent a considerable amount of condolences money, they all left 1510 to themselves, none of the relatives have ever opened their mouths to themselves, in fact, they have no obligation to raise themselves, but they still added a pair of dishes and chopsticks to themselves, so that they will not starve to death, and send themselves to school when they are old, fortunately, because of their father's relationship, the tuition and miscellaneous fees are all free, and fortunately, the relatives live in a similar village, no matter who they live in, they all go to the same school.

After becoming an adult, Hua Qinghe began to work and study, and the school was far away, almost never going back, and was used to work during the winter and summer vacations.

After graduation, before he decided to leave his hometown to work in the metropolis, Hua Qinghe divided the money he earned over the years into eight parts and gave it to the eight relatives who had taken care of him.

Hua Qinghe left with a smile, but when she was in the car, she was a little sad in her heart, she didn't seem to be very likable, so many years, at first, Hua Qinghe smiled and approached her relatives, but they were all faint, and then she understood that they didn't want to be too deeply involved with themselves, and then it has always been such a relationship.

Hua Qinghe knew that they were kind to their orphan girl, and the reason for her father was that she accounted for a large part, he was a hero, and if the widow of a hero was bullied, it would cause a bad influence, and sure enough, it was her father who had been protecting her.

"Whew-" The wind blew in from the window, blowing Hua Qinghe's long shawl hair, and also waking up Hua Qinghe's thoughts of falling into memories, and cleaning up her emotions, Hua Qinghe felt the coolness of the breeze against the window, drank a sip of hot water, and slowly warmed up in her heart.

"Ahh

Hua Qinghe squinted her eyes and looked at the window, of course she couldn't see anything.

He was going to die, Hua Qinghe knew that a few seconds later, there was a loud bang, Hua Qinghe felt that all her internal organs were cracked, and her mouth was filled with a sweet smell.

"Ahh

Slowly, there were moving heads, and they were moving closer to themselves, their eyes becoming more and more confused, until it was dark.

I don't know how long it took, "Hmm-" Hua Qinghe groaned.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

Hua Qinghe felt that her head had been knocked with a hammer, otherwise how could it hurt so much, and her body was uncomfortable, and she was cold.

Hurt......

Cold......

Hua Qinghe smiled, it turned out that he was not dead, and he still felt that he was not dead after falling from such a high place, it seems that his parents wanted to let themselves live well.

Hua Qinghe's heart was a little hot, and the pain and coldness only cleared her mind for a few seconds, and she couldn't even open her eyelids, so she fell into a deep sleep again.

"Squeak-"

Hua Qinghe didn't know when she fell asleep, someone pushed the door in, looked at her sleeping self, touched her forehead lovingly, breathed a sigh of relief, and then went out.

"Boss, Qinghe has a fever, and I look at the corners of my mouth with a smile, I must be dreaming."

"That's good, that's good."

……

When Hua Qinghe woke up again, his head still hurt badly, but he could still bear it, and his body was a lot easier, but it was sticky and tight, which was sweating.