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Light raindrops fell on the marble floor, and at the gate of the Chen family's mansion stood a group of people in black suits, holding umbrellas in their hands, and the expressions on their faces were incomprehensible.

The coffin was lifted from the ground without saying a word, and the serious expression of the person carrying the coffin did not know whether the coffin was too heavy or the atmosphere was too heavy. This day is an unfortunate day for Chen Xinlei, and it is also a day when a person's personality is distorted.

The priest raised his hands and began his address. "Please, give me the courage to accept what I cannot change; Give me the strength to change what I can; And give me wisdom to distinguish between the two. ”

Chen Xinlei's eyes didn't know where to look, as if they were looking at the deep pit or the inky coffin, or the pastor in front of her.

"Then I will live a happy life without hesitation. and will go forward with you in the afterlife. ”

"Amen."

The end of the speech was the departure of the crowd and the arrival of the crow.

Fortunately, her father had already arranged the funeral, and her father's board of directors had been helping her and managing this huge business. But the young Chen Xinlei didn't look depressed, but there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes.

"Uncle Hank, teach me."

"Teach you what?"

"Teach me, teach me how to be strong. Teach me, teach me how to fight. ”

Hank is a close friend of Chen Xinlei's father, and he knows that the children of the Chen family are geniuses, but he is still impressed by the strength of this child. "Okay, I'll teach you."

Chen Xinlei studied day and night, but she did not learn piano, tea art, dancing and singing like other rich ladies. Her desk was full of books, but none of them were fairy tales.

When she goes out, she looks out the car window at the little girl playing hopscotch. Hank noticed this, and wanted to tell her to go play and relax.

But when he saw Chen Xinlei's eyes, he completely dispelled this idea. He realized that the child was no longer a child. She is a demon, an avenging angel from heaven. And those who killed her parents, will pay the price. And this executor is her.

Hank felt scared, and he tried harder to teach Chen Xinlei and teach her in the strictest way possible. Only criticism never praises, Hank no longer puts pressure on Chen Xinlei all the time, wants her to retreat from the difficulty, wants her to cry like a child and confide in her.

But she is like the sea, no matter how much pressure Hank throws at her, she can accept it one by one.

Hank was scared. At night, he couldn't sleep, his nervous eyes were bloodshot, and his mind was full of the child's figure. She was by his side like a shadow, silent and inactive.

At the age of 10, Chen Xinlei became a slim rich lady. The face is no longer the poker face of her childhood, and she can show the expression of the textbook version at any time.

Instead of relaxing, Hank was even more scared. His black hair had turned white in just a few years, and he looked like a kite on the verge of breaking.

At the beginning of this 10-year-old, some of the teachers who taught her committed suicide. The meaning of their last words is roughly written: "I thought that the kindness of children is the most beautiful kindness, and the evil of adults is irreparable evil." But all this is fake, evil can be very simple, but unscrupulous good, is darker than black. ”

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Chen Xinlei has reached the age of 12. Hank finally couldn't resist the pressure and collapsed. He couldn't believe that there would be such a person in the world. It was as if everything was just for that goal, and that terrible talent combined with an astonishing will crushed Hank's spirit.

Hank is dead. At his funeral, Chen Xinlei stood quietly. If she had taken pictures of her expressions at her parents' funeral at the time, and now compared them, I am afraid that she would panic at this exact same look.

Chen Xinlei sat on the chair, drank coffee elegantly, and watched the hands on the clock walk little by little. She smiled, this time not a textbook laugh, but a laugh from the heart, from a laugh that was the purest and gentlest kind.

The next day, a news item appeared in the newspaper. The four robbers were burned alive, and in front of them was a camera that recorded their demeanor as they were alive.