Chapter 37: The Dream I

In the haze of smoke, Jin Se walked alone in the mishaze. Ahead is a long path, flanked by endless willow trees, with soft willow branches and tender branches and leaves, with a faint sweet taste.

There seemed to be a dim light in front of the path, floating like a ghost fire in the haze. Jin Se was scared for no reason. She subconsciously looked back at the road she came from, but in the haze, there was only a thickening white fog, and she couldn't see the road for a long time.

Looking back, Jin Se found that the dim light in front of him was still there. She didn't know where she got the courage to chase after the dim light. The branches of the willows on either side of the narrow path brushed her cheeks, and she smelled the fishy sweetness of blood, and there was a slight itching sensation on her cheeks, cold, and with a strange touch.

Jin Se felt puzzled, and subconsciously touched the coldness on his face with his hand, and the wet feeling touched the back of his hand, but it began to hurt. Jin Se looked down, a faint blood red, and couldn't help but be shocked. Looking back, the willow trees on both sides of the path were still windless, and the slender willow was stretching, and at this time it looked like the snake hair of the snake girl flying, confiding in the wind.

There was a rumbling sound, and Jin Se followed the voice, and a carriage ran in front of him at some point, blocking the dim light.

Jin Se looked at the carriage not far ahead, and suddenly felt extremely familiar. The crimson curtains, the cyan tassels hanging from the four corners of the carriage, and the face of a little girl that suddenly appeared from the small window behind the carriage all gave Jin Se a sense of déjà vu.

The little girl was only three years old, her immature face was crying at this time, the slender eyebrows, the small nose, and the thin lips, Jin Se felt extremely familiar.

But she couldn't remember who it was.

The little girl's sudden cry woke Jin Se, who was thinking. The little girl cried, and a pair of small hands poked out of the small window, clutching weakly in the direction of Jinse, as if she was crying for help.

In a trance, Jin Se heard the little girl's cry:

"Mother•••••• mother•••••• don't want Jin'er! Don't throw Jin'er away! Mother•••••• Jin'er won't be naughty in the future! Mother••••••"

At this time, Jin Se realized that the little girl was begging her mother not to send her away.

Jin'er?

Jin'er!

Isn't that Jinse's name?! Jin Se suddenly realized that the little girl who was begging for help in front of him was his childhood self.

Jinse was suddenly invaded by a feeling of suffocation, and her eyes widened as she watched as the little girl gradually moved away from her realization, and the fog in front of her began to thicken, slowly obscuring her vision. The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and Jin Se gradually felt that his body became lighter.

In an instant, Jin Se seemed to have switched places with the little girl who was sitting in the carriage just now. She looked out the window of a small carriage, and the fog outside the carriage grew thicker and thicker, white, like a cloud of smoke, gradually drowning her in it.

A sense of déjà vu enveloped Jin Se tightly. She hadn't felt that in years. When did this happen? Jin Se has not thought about it for many years, let alone actively recalled.

As far back as I can remember, I haven't seen her mother when she put her in the carriage. All she remembered was crying in the carriage, and her mother didn't take her back. The impression of the mother with tears in her eyes, but after all, it never fell, only a silk silk held in the hand that would be lifted but not raised, gently swaying with the wind in the thick fog.

That's her mother saying goodbye to her. Jin Se thought so, but even if she thought about it now, back then, she couldn't understand why her mother was so ruthless. And since Jin Se was sent to the carriage, I am afraid that she will not want to think about it again in her life.

I'm afraid that Jin Se will never forget that place called Shanglixuan in his life. Dress, what an elegant name, but what a job it does is not a good thing. If it sounds good, it's called a music shop, and if it doesn't sound good, it's a brothel.

Jin Se will never forget the mama who is in charge in the Li Xuan. In his thirties, he has a bodhisattva face, but his heart is comparable to a snake and scorpion. In front of others, he seemed to care for Jinse, but behind his back, he was big and scolded Jinse.

Jin Se remembers that her mother gave her a dark pendant before she was sent away. At that time, although her mother was smiling, her eyes were suppressed helplessness, and Jin Se didn't know why her mother had just given her a pendant and wanted to send herself out. Jinse had never met her father, and she had never heard anything about him from her mother as a child.

Father, for Jinse, is a mystery that can never be solved.

However, the four-year-old child has never understood what the so-called brothel is, only that there are many beautiful big sisters in it, and what they have to do is to bring tea and water to the benefactors who come every day. Little Jinse didn't know what a dangerous place she lived in, she didn't know anything. So I can only bear it.

It was one night, near midnight, that Jin Se wanted to go back to sleep after being busy, but she didn't want to come in as soon as she lay down on the bed, and the pendant that Jin Se hung around her neck was so visible to her. Jinse seemed to see a green light in her eyes.

The principal mother snatched the pendant from Jin Se's neck, and a red mark was pulled out of Jin Se's neck. Jinse was terrified, but she didn't want her pendant to be taken away like this.

She knelt down to ask the main mother, but was accused of stealing things by her grandmother, and knelt in the courtyard all night. It was winter, and Jin Se knelt in the courtyard and cried quietly. She wished there was someone who could help her, but she didn't. On winter nights, the cold wind poured into her collar, and her small body shrunk into a ball but still felt warm.

At that time, Jin Se thought he was about to die. But she didn't.

When the sun rose the next day, Jin Se was beaten with a feather duster by the mother in charge when the rooster crowed. The bamboo handle hurt really when it hit me. It was a red scar. Jinse wanted to cry, but was covered by the principal's mother, who remembered the almost distorted face of the principal's grandmother, and shouted for Jinse to shut up.

Jinse clenched his arms, but he couldn't exert half of his strength.

After struggling for a long time, she realized that she was reliving the pain that had been buried deep in her memory.

That panic and fear came from the heart of Jinse, who is now grown up. At this time, the fear that had been buried for a long time was like a beast, trying to devour Jinse when she was slackening. Let her fall into a catastrophe from which she will never recover.