Liu Ping'an's birthday is not December 24, so naturally it will not have anything to do with such a foreign festival as Christmas Eve.

But she was born on a cold, windy winter morning. Her mother gave birth to her alone at the town clinic, and her father couldn't sober up for her birth because he had drunk with a friend last night. It wasn't until the evening of that day that her father came to his senses from the effects of alcohol, smirking and bewildered at the arrival of his daughter.

Liu Ping'an is not called Liu Ping'an at all.

In this small and remote town, almost everyone will call her mother the nickname "Ping'an", and over time, her name became Liu Ping'an.

Ping An doesn't like the name, but he doesn't hate it. This nickname contains her mother's most simple and sincere wishes for her and her father.

Ping'an's dad is a bastard. He is the most unpromising kind of person in the old man's mouth. Flirting with cats and dogs every day, teasing the neighbor's big girl and little daughter-in-law, there is no stable income, but he likes to play cards and drink with fox friends and dog friends. In short, it is the kind of person who has no big mistakes, but keeps making small mistakes.

Ping An sometimes wonders why her father didn't participate in those social organizations. Her father was vicious-looking, with two horizontal flesh on his face, and he didn't look like a kind person. What's more, my father still has many tattoos on his body, which looks extremely vicious. What Ping An doesn't like the most is the wolf head tattoo on his father's arm, every time Dad puffs up the muscles on his arm, the wolf head will stick out his teeth, and it seems that he will jump out and bite people immediately.

Ping An felt that his father did not become a complete bad person, not because he still had good qualities such as kindness in his heart, but because the town was too small, and most of the prime-aged laborers went to work in prosperous places, and there was no chance for his father to become a downright bad person.

Thinking of this, Ping An followed his mother's example and sighed old-fashionedly. Compared with those middle-aged people who went out to work to support their families, her father, who had nothing to do in the town all day, made her even more disappointed.

Ping'an's mother and father were introduced to each other. At that time, my father was almost thirty years old, and there were very few people who were not married in this remote town at this age. Because he is known for his idleness in the town, no girl from the town has ever been willing to marry him. It wasn't until he met Ping'an's mother, a young girl who moved from another town, that Ping'an's father ended his single life for so many years.

Ping An asked her mother why she was with her father, and there was bitterness on her mother's face at that time, and there was also a hint of sweetness that Ping An didn't understand. In the end, her mother just told Ping An that when she and Ping An's father met for the first time, when she saw the smirk on Ping An's father's face, she felt that although this person was a little confused, he was still a kind person at heart.

Ping An studied very hard. There is only one elementary school in town, and her class has twenty students, and Ping An takes first place in every exam. Every time Ping An won the first place, my mother always happily bought back vegetables and meat that were usually difficult to eat, and cooked a sumptuous dinner for Ping An as a reward. Dad looked indifferent, feasting on the delicious meal made by Mom at the table, and almost didn't even give him praise.

It's just that once, my father's card friend came to play cards at home, and he teased a few words during the period, and when Ping An grows up, he can find a rich man to marry a good price. At that time, Dad flipped the table, grabbed the collar of the card player, and yelled at the man.

"My daughter is more promising, more promising than me, and she is going to go to college in a big city in the future."

Naturally, the players broke up unhappily. In Ping's heart, for the first time, I felt that such a mixed father was not so bad.

However, during the selection of the three good students, Ping An's attitude towards his father changed back to disappointment and sadness.

At that time, the teacher looked at Ping An with an embarrassed face, encouraged Ping An a few words, and finally chose other students in the class who were not as good as Ping An in various ways. Ping An was in front of the closed teacher's office when he heard the teacher say to the other teachers with regret that he was a good boy, but her father was a bastard.

Because of this incident, Ping An didn't talk to his father for a long time. Dad was obviously at a loss for this, so the father and daughter were in a stalemate for two weeks.

Until one day, my mother had to work a night shift, and there was no way to rush home in the morning to prepare breakfast for Ping An and comb her hair to go to school.

That day, Dad got up early in the morning and went to the breakfast shop outside to buy steamed buns and white porridge.

Seeing Ping An finish his breakfast without saying a word, Dad smiled and took a comb to comb Ping An's hair.

Ping An hesitated, but still let his father comb a crooked ponytail on his head. Dad looked at his bad work, and was a little embarrassed to stop talking. Ping'an grabbed his schoolbag and ran to school with a cigarette, without giving his father a chance to speak or do it again.

Ping An spent a day at school with this crooked ponytail. When school was out in the evening, my father unexpectedly came to pick him up and came home safely.

Other parents with children were faintly walking around Ping'an's father, but Ping'an's father didn't care at all. Seeing that Ping An was still wearing the ponytail he had combed for her in the morning, Ping An's father immediately laughed happily and leaked a mouthful of teeth that had been yellowed by inferior tobacco.

"Girl, you wait for me."

Seeing that Ping'an didn't talk to himself and walked forward with his head down, Ping'an's father immediately caught up, took Ping'an's little hand, and stuffed something into Ping'an's hand.

Ping An spread out his palms and looked at it. It is a colorful hair rope with several small colorful beads dotted on it. Ping An raised his head and glanced at his father, who immediately smirked again.

"Girl, do you like it? Go home and ask your mom to give you a nice haircut. ”

The little complaint in Ping'an's heart to his father immediately dissipated a little, lowered his head, and continued to walk in the direction of home. This time, though, she walked by her father's side.

Since then, Ping'an's father seems to like to give his daughter's hair rope, birthday party, festival party, Ping An will also send the first place in the exam, and even when Ping An is angry, he will send one to ask Ping An for forgiveness. Indeed, this little thing doesn't cost much, and it's the best gift that a bastard father who can't communicate with his daughters and doesn't have any extra money can think of.

In the past few years when Ping An has gradually grown up, Ping An has gradually had a box of colorful and various styles of hair ties. I am also used to combing my hair with the hair rope given by my father and living every day.

Just when Ping An thought that he would grow up so peacefully, safely enter a middle school, safely enter a university, and safely work in a new city, get married, and have children, something happened.

It was a weekend when Ping An was 11 years old, and his mother was working overtime, and there were only two people in the house, my father and her.

The door of their house was slammed without the slightest politeness, and Dad lazily went to open the door. Soon after, Heian heard a fierce argument and the sound of fists entering flesh coming from the door, followed by Daddy's low roar of pain.

"I'm not going to do that kind of thing, you go find someone else."

Ping An shrank at the door of the bedroom, pulled a gap in the door, and looked out cautiously. When he saw the person clearly, his face suddenly turned white with fright.

Those were a couple of big men, not the card friends of his father that Ping An had seen before. The men all had fierce faces, and one of them had a hideous scar on his throat, as if someone had cut his throat with a knife.

These big sweaters don't have the same tattoos on their arms as their fathers, but that kind of fierce momentum is not at all comparable to a small-town bastard.

One of the big men looked at the bedroom door that had leaked a gap, suddenly laughed hoarsely, raised his chin, and said to his father meaningfully, "You will regret it."

Then a few people turned around and left, and Dad tried to go up to stop him, but he was punched in the stomach by the man with the scar on his throat, and he immediately curled up in pain and collapsed to the ground.

When the people were silent, Ping An ran out of the bedroom, walked to his father's side, and called out to his father with a hint of crying.

Dad looked up at Ping An with difficulty, and said unsteadily, "When your mother comes home, we'll leave right away." ”

Ping An didn't know how to respond, so he could only hum softly in the end.

Then, Ping An and his father appeared on a path wrapped in fog.

They didn't have a mother by their side, Ping An thought about it, but he couldn't remember why he and his father suddenly came to such a place.

She couldn't remember what had happened after that day, whether she and her dad had finally waited for Mom, whether they had left the old rental house they had lived in for so many years.

Ping An looked at his father beside him, and saw that his father also looked confused, knowing that there was no way to get an answer if he asked his father.

The two men stood on the path for a while, but decided to walk ahead and look.

Then they saw a banner written in blood, and a sign.

When Ping An read the words on the notice board to his father without missing a word, Dad's face immediately became extremely ugly. Dad grabbed Ping'an's arm and said to Ping'an very seriously, girl, don't run around, it's right next to Dad, Dad won't let anyone hurt you.

Ping An looked at his father's face, which was rare and serious, and his eyes were full of determination. At this moment, Ping An discovered that his father was the best father in the world.

Dad's ability is to emit a cloud of yellow smoke, and anyone who smells it will have tears in their eyes and cough involuntarily. Dad found out the effect of this ability, touched his head with a smile, and said, it seems that the inferior cigarettes for so many years have not been smoked in vain.

Dad didn't have the ability to ask Ping'an, and he seemed to have made up his mind that he would never let Ping'an have the ability to use it. didn't know that Ping An had already released it to his father the first moment he discovered his ability.

The power of peace is called "the heart of good and evil." It can determine whether the other person's behavior is in good faith or malice. This ability seems to be of little use, but when a white light representing kindness appears on Dad's body, Ping An truly believes in the reason why Mom and Dad are together. Dad is indeed a kind-hearted person, at least Dad really cares for her.

Ping An and his father walked into this town called the novice training ground, perhaps because of the father's vicious appearance, and the road was very quiet. They walked for a long time, and finally chose a tall building near the edge of the town and stopped. Dad climbed to the eighth floor of the building with Ping An and chose a room with an open door and walked in. From the window of this room, you can see the small open space downstairs, the three-story building next door, and a large street clearly.

Dad rummaged through the room, but found no food, only a fairly sharp knife.

Ping'an, who had been looking down at the window, suddenly called his father in a low voice, and his father hurriedly came to the window and looked out with Ping'an.

A man stumbled over from the distance, who seemed to be extremely weak, with one hand pressed against his abdomen, leaving a little blood behind him. Not far behind the man, another man was walking slowly and leisurely behind him, with a leisurely attitude, almost like walking on a park path.

The man in front staggered into the three-story building opposite, and the man behind him slowly followed.

Dad scratched his head and said, "That guy in front of me is probably finished." ”

Ping'an's body trembled a little, and he moved closer to his father. Dad was very happy with his daughter's actions, patted Ping'an's head, and emphasized again, "Don't worry, with Dad here, I will protect you." ”

Not long after, the second person walked out of the three-story building, and his body was so clean that there was not a trace of murder. The man walked around, and with that unhurried pace, he chose a direction and gradually walked away.

Ping An looked at it for a while, and the first person did not come out of the small building. It is estimated that just like Dad said, that person is already more auspicious.

The father and daughter stayed in this room, during which the father wanted to go out several times to find other people, but when he saw the daughter next to him, he was really relieved, and finally did not go out.

Peace knows that this will not work. But the fear of an eleven-year-old child made her dare not leave the only relative by her side at this time, not to mention, she really couldn't do it if she asked her to tell her father to hurry up and kill someone.

In this way, the father and daughter sat in the room until the street was lit on the street. Ping An looked out the window into the street from time to time, but nothing happened during this time.

Until she saw a person, holding his abdomen, he pushed open the door of the three-story building from the inside.

The man's clothes were stained with blood, and he staggered, and he didn't go far before he fell to the clearing, his hands and feet swinging, trying to get up.

Dad, the one who escaped in front.

Some dozing fathers immediately came to the window, and when they saw the person clearly, they immediately said, good luck.

Ping An knew that this meant that it was good for that person to keep a fate in front of the pursuers, and it was also to say that the father and daughter were lucky.

Ping An guessed his father's thoughts, and she would only be a drag by his father's side. If Dad had let himself kill this seriously injured person first and enter that game, Dad wouldn't have been here to protect himself.

Ping An hasn't thought about it yet, and wants to say something to his father, but his father has already instructed him to close the door and don't run around. He ran downstairs as fast as he could.

Ping An stood by the window and looked nervously downstairs.

Dad was still very cautious, and did not rush out at the first moment of going downstairs, but observed the man on the ground at the door downstairs for a while. It wasn't until the person on the ground turned around and climbed back towards Xiaolou that Dad rushed towards her.

In the process of running towards the man, Dad released his ability, and suddenly a large yellow smoke appeared in the air. Ping's vision was blocked by the smoke, and there was no way to see the situation on the clearing. But come to think of it, Dad should not be in any danger when facing a seriously injured and dying person.

Ping An thought in his heart, after a while, her father brought this person back, did she really want to kill this person? In my memory, yesterday's self was still trying to become a good student in the class, and today I am going to kill a stranger with my own hands?

The battle between Dad and the man seemed unexpectedly long, and as time passed, Daddy's figure had not yet come out of the yellow smoke. Ping'an's heart was a little uneasy.

Eventually, the yellow smoke dissipated, and a standing figure leaked out of the yellow smoke. When Ping An saw the person standing clearly, he suddenly stiffened. The person who was standing was clearly the one who had just been lying on the ground and was seriously injured and dying covered in blood, and what about her father, her father?

Ping An also found her father.

Her father lay on his back on the ground, one hand tightly clasped around his neck, and a pool of blood spread under his father's body, like a red flower blooming, and the bewitching color pierced the tears of peace.

"Daddy."

Ping An heard himself screaming bitterly. Ping'an completely forgot her father's request to close the door before going out, opened the door, and rushed downstairs.

By the time Ping An came downstairs, the man standing was gone.

Ping An rushed to his father's side in one go, and knelt in a pool of his father's blood with trembling legs.

The wound on Dad's neck was still bleeding slowly. His eyes were wide open, and the hand that was not covering his neck was still stretched forward, towards the building where he was safely hiding.

Ping An shook his father's body, and his father's body shook a few times under Ping An's hands. Seeing that Dad's body moved, Ping An thought that Dad would immediately sit up and leak a silly smile at himself again.

However, Heian's imagination did not come true. When Ping'an's hand stopped shaking, Dad's body immediately quieted down.

Ping An didn't know how much courage it took for him to reach out and probe under his father's nose. There was nothing there, no cigarette smoke that Dad often puffed out of his nose, and no breathing.

In fact, seeing the blood of this place, Ping An knew that this would be the result. No one can survive such massive blood loss.

Ping An gently closed his father's eyes, took the sharp knife from his father's hand, left a sentence of "Dad wait for me to come back" and got up and rushed towards the three-story building. It didn't take long for the man to get down the stairs safely, not long enough for the man to flee far into the street. What's more, there was still blood belonging to her father on the ground showing her the way, and a string of fresh bloody footprints was leading to the three-story building.

Ping An followed the footprints into the building, and the footprints gradually disappeared. Just when Ping An didn't know which floor to go to, there was a sound of the iron door from the third floor, and Ping An immediately climbed up to the third floor.

At this moment, Ping An has forgotten that he is an eleven-year-old little girl, and the other party may be an adult man with strange abilities. She just wanted to catch up with this person and stab this person a few times. Then, whether she killed the murderer of her father, or was killed by this murderer, Ping An didn't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, she's just an eleven-year-old girl, and her ability can't be used to fight, no matter how carefully she plans, it's difficult to survive unharmed in this world. As for the fact that Dad wants to kill the other party first, whatever. It's like an eleven-year-old girl's vexatiousness, and the last time it's okay.

When he climbed to the third floor, he saw two figures that were about to disappear to his head at first sight. One of them looked a lot like the man who killed his father, while the other head was a woman with a horrible face and no eyeballs.

Ping An didn't know what this was going on, and he didn't have time to think about it. She lunged at the two heads, but it was too late. Before he could shout "I will find you" at the two heads, the two heads disappeared completely.

The corridor on the third floor was suddenly empty, except for the heavy gasping of Ping'an alone.

Ping'an walked to the iron door where the two heads disappeared and sat limply on the ground. The hallway was pitch black, and only through the wide open door on the opposite side could the dim light of the street lights come in. In these faint rays of light, large blood stains were visible on the floor of the hallway. The blood had been semi-dried and looked like it had been out of the body for a long time.

Ping'an sat on the ground, trembling all over, and the sharp knife in his hand fell to the ground. It was only with the power of hatred that she chased after her without hesitation just now. Now that her enemy had disappeared before her eyes, she had vowed to find him, but she had no idea what to do.

What's more, if she wants to live now, she must first kill one other person. Can peace really be done without his dad by his side?

Thinking of her father, Ping An suddenly came back to her senses, and her father was still lying alone in the open space in front of the building. She couldn't just leave her dad there.

Ping An raised his head, and was indeed shocked.

A man was standing silently at the top of the stairs, looking at him without blinking.

In the dim light that came through the building, Ping An vaguely saw that it was a young man who was not tall, with a thin body and a beautiful face, as if he was not a few years older than himself.

Ping An hurriedly got up from the ground and regained his grip on the sharp knife in his hand.

The boy saw that Ping An had discovered himself and took a step forward. Ping An saw a soft smile on the young man's face.

The boy spoke, "I know who that person is. I can help you. The boy's voice was as soft as a gentle big sister, which relaxed Ping'an's tense nerves. However, Ping An still unleashed an ability of his own in the boy's body. A faint white light emanated from the boy's body, and Ping An breathed a sigh of relief, the boy spoke with kindness.

Ping An dripped the sharp knife in his hand downward, indicating that he was not hostile, and then asked, "Do you really know those two people just now?" ”

The boy tilted his head, smiled, and gave an affirmative answer. However, the boy added, "You seem to have something to do, and we'll talk about it later." ”

Ping An then remembered that he was going downstairs to take his father's body away, and hurriedly ran down the stairs.

When the boy saw Ping'an's movements, he first gave way to the side, leaking out of the deep staircase. When Ping An ran to the stairs by her side, the young man suddenly struck out and snatched the sharp knife from Ping An's hand.

Before Ping An could react to this sudden change, the boy had already clasped a hand on Ping An's throat, grabbed Ping An by the neck, and pressed Ping An against the wall in the corridor.

Ping An struggled desperately, grabbed the boy's palm with his hand, and kicked the boy's body with his legs. But it was all in vain. The young man's hand is like a steel tong, he can't break it, and his strength is not like a person of his age.

Ping'an's face gradually turned purple, snot and tears flowed out, and his head was washed away by blood and gradually lost consciousness.

The young man frowned a little displeased when he saw the snot and tears flowing from Ping'an, but he still leaned closer to his face and whispered a word in Ping'an's ear.

These words flashed in the last consciousness of Ping'an, and then the consciousness of Ping'an gradually died out, leaving only darkness.

"That person is my sister, and it might be a hassle for you to find her. So I'd better reunite you with your family. So, I'm going to go. ”

Again, the boy made sure he heard the point in his ears, and wiped his hands on Ping An's clean shirt, which was covered with snot and tears. Then he reached out and untied the hair tie on Ping'an's head.

The boy shook his hand, and after activating his ability for the second time, he felt his physical fitness improve again. The boy was happy to gain strength, not to mention that this way of gaining power fascinated him, and the smile on his face became more sincere.

The young man threw the sharp knife that he had never used in his hand beside Ping'an, and then said to Ping'an, "Goodbye, I wish you happiness." ”

The figure of the boy also began to dissipate into the air.