I don't have a name, I don't know where it came from.

As long as I can remember, I was studying with children of the same age.

Reading, martial arts, and more.

We will learn a lot of things, we have to have a check-up every month, we have to go through an assessment every six months, and if we don't pass the test, we won't see them anymore.

Some say they are "eliminated".

Knockout doesn't seem like a good word.

I didn't want to be eliminated, so I worked hard to learn everything.

The woman who taught us is called "Master" by us.

Master gave each of us numerical code names, and we usually call each other by code names.

My code name is nine.

Master always looked at me with regret in his eyes.

When I asked Master why, Master was very surprised, as if I was surprised that I could see her emotions, but after the surprise, there was more regret.

"You're excellent."

Master said to me, "In my eyes, you are the best of these children. ”

"I'm not."

I shook my head and said honestly: "I can only rank tenth in my studies, and I am only seventh in martial arts, pretending to be the last." ”

There were 20 of us in total, and every time some of the children were eliminated, Master would bring new children to study with us, and the number would always remain at about 20.

I'm in it, and it's only average, because I'm not very good at camouflage, and occasionally I get in the middle and bottom.

"No, you're the best, you have something they don't have."

Master shook his head and looked at me with a serious look in his eyes, not as if he was lying to me.

I'm not sure if Master's words are true or not, I've seen them in disguise classes, where Master acted and played us around.

"But ......"

Master touched my face, and his tone changed to regret, "Your face...... Leaving you behind from the beginning is a flaw you can't make up. ”

I know what Master means.

Even though I didn't feel much of my own face, the other children couldn't help but look at me strangely.

In the semi-annual assessment, we will go out to do tasks.

I'm often targeted at the beginning of a mission because people seem to care about my face and pay a lot of attention to me.

Master is right, this is a flaw that I can't make up.

Someday, this flaw will kill me.

……

By the time I was twelve, I had become a qualified killer.

The reason why I call myself "killer" is because when I go out on a mission, most of the people I kill ask me, "Who sent you to kill you?" ”。

I will not answer their words.

Many of the children who have been on missions with me have wasted time and died because of a few extra words with the mission goal.

I forget what year it started, after the death of the child who studied together, the master no longer brought new people in.

There are only three children left who survived like me.

On a winter day that year, Master took us to a place.

It was very lively, and a group of people lined up, waiting expectantly for the person in front of them to give them porridge.

I'm not the kid I was when I was a kid and didn't know anything anymore, but when I saw this, I knew that there was some big family giving porridge relief to the common people.

However, looking at these people who receive porridge, it seems that something is different.

They were wearing the same padded jackets, very warm, and the bowls in their hands were new and of the same style.

It seems that this family of good deeds not only gave porridge to the common people, but also bought them new clothes and handed out bowls.

It's really rich.

Is it because you have done too many things due to lack of virtue, so you want to do more good deeds so that you can feel at ease?

After doing so many tasks, I have long seen through those so-called big families, behind the seemingly glamorous and glamorous, full of devastation and countless filth.

"See that little girl?"

I heard Master's voice, came back to my senses, and looked in the direction of Master's finger, and saw a little girl in a red cotton jacket stepping on a stool behind one of the soup kitchens, holding a spoon in both hands, and making porridge for the person who received it.

The speed at which she made porridge was so slow that the people in line at her stall were impatient and ran to other stalls to get the porridge.

She didn't seem to care at all about the impatient faces of those people, and tried to fill everyone's bowls to the brim, and reminded those who received porridge to be careful of burning.

What's hot?

She was so slow to make porridge that the porridge in the bowl was already half cold.

I couldn't understand what the hell was going on with this little girl.

Maybe it's a deep boudoir who hasn't suffered hardship.

I don't envy it, I just think that such an innocent child can't live long in this sinister world.

"She is your future master, your young lady."

I heard Master's voice and couldn't help but be stunned.

I thought that we were loyal to the master, but I didn't expect that the master was not the highest person, and above the master, there was that little girl.

"Starting today, in addition to completing the monthly mission, you also have to protect her."

Master said to us, "Remember, don't show up in front of her, you are the most invisible beings in the darkness, and if you are discovered, you will die!" ”

I know that what Master said is right, the children who have died on the way to the mission all these years have been killed because they were exposed to the eyes of outsiders.

……

I'm used to killing people, and it's the first time I've protected people.

To be honest, I don't really like this kind of task.

It's too much trouble.

You can kill people once, but you have to spend all your time to protect people.

What makes me most helpless is that the object of protection is so ......

Ignorant of the world.

My master, my young lady, the little girl named Gu Qinghuan, didn't know anything about this sinister world.

She would have mercy on the commoners and beg her family to do good deeds.

Last time, it was because of her that the Yong'an Hou Mansion did those things that burned money other than soup porridge.

It's nothing.

But she didn't have the consciousness of the eldest lady at all, and she didn't investigate the identities of those civilians, so she made friends with these people.

even recognized a widow as her sister.

She doesn't spend the winter comfortably in the Hou Mansion, but always likes to run to the widow's house.

My miss, do you know how many pairs of eyes you will be staring at along the way?

I hid in the alley, covered the man's mouth with one hand, raised the other hand, and stabbed the dagger into the man's heart.

I knew he wanted to scream, but it was useless, and I wouldn't let him scream.

It wasn't until the man in my arms stopped struggling and was out of breath that I threw him aside, wiped my dagger with snow, and the blood on my hands, and followed the little girl who was happy to meet her so-called sister again.

I don't know how many times I've done this.

She doesn't know anything, she always runs around happily like that.

smiled so brightly, I don't know how to write the word worry.

When I see her, I always feel ......

This year's spring seems to have come earlier than usual.

……

It's another year in the blink of an eye.

I'm used to the task of protecting Miss.

Accustomed to her unsuspecting, unafraid of heaven and earth.

I also think it's nothing, with us by Miss's side to protect her, and her family is willing to protect her, maybe she can be like this for the rest of her life......

Ignorant of people's hearts and sinister.

Once I got used to the way she looked, I thought it would always be like this.

It's just that I'm used to looking at her, and I've almost forgotten how dirty and ugly the human heart is that I've ever seen.

……

Accidents still happened.

I watched the beggar fall at her feet, screaming and screaming for her clumsy acting, but I couldn't step forward and take the beggar away, let alone stab the man who was dragging her by the hand and dragged her to the yamen to death!

Master has said that we are beings who cannot see the light.

Unless the young lady is at the point of life and death, we can't appear in front of outsiders.

It's just that I feel that after that day, the young lady seems to be dead.

No, it should be said that somewhere in her heart, it has decayed and died.

It wasn't what happened to me, but I felt so sad.

Before I could sort out my grief, Master suddenly gave me an extremely important task, and I had to leave the young lady for the time being to carry out that task.

As Master said, this task is very important and very ......

Tough.

I almost failed.

Luckily, I made it.

But I'm going to die.

Over the years, I have encountered countless life and death crises, but this time made me feel that I was really going to die.

I can't count how many wounds I have, two of which are the most fatal.

From here, to Master, to ask Master to save me, it seems that there is no time.

What's more, I ran out of energy.

Bandaging most of my wounds, I clutched the fatal wound on my chest and stumbled away from my blood-soaked hideout.

With every step I take, I feel like my soul is going to fly out of my body.

Confused, I was in such a trance for the first time.

I remember when I wanted to go back with a dying child, but halfway through, she died.

Before she died, she grabbed me by the sleeve and said she saw the beach she wanted to go to the most.

Since then, I have always believed that before you die, you will go to the place you want to go the most.

But I don't know where I want to go.

I have nowhere to come from, and nowhere to go.

Like a headless fly, stumbling and running.

I don't know where I'm going.

Along the way, I almost forgot how many times I fell and how many times I got up.

To my surprise, I was still alive and able to get up again after falling.

I don't know what holds me up.

I don't even know where I want to go, what am I holding onto?

Instead of being so tired before dying, it would be more comfortable to find a corner and wait quietly for death.

That's what my brain thinks, but my body is still running.

However, my power is limited.

People who are dying can run for so long, which is already the limit.

"Plop!"

I fell in the snow, dizzy, and didn't know where I was.

"Ahh

At this moment, I heard a scream very close, and I rested as if I had seen a monster.

The voice......

I struggled, looking up from the snow in a daze, and in my blood-blurred vision, the familiar figure appeared.

Be...... Miss.

Yes......

I see.

I don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I'm going, but this is the place I want to go to before I die.

Be...... Miss's side.

I want ...... Look at her again.

Just like in the past year, I was in the dark, secretly watching her running and laughing in the sun.

Finally, take another look at her.

But what can be done?

I forgot that she had just been stimulated by a beggar's calculations.

I'm now covered in blood and dirty, and I've become the beggar she hates the most.

I like the most respected lady, I was frightened and squatted down, and the guards hiding in the shadows also came out to protect her.

Is......

I'm sorry.

When I saw the young lady who was trembling with fear, I felt a little guilty.

I want to be there to you so much, but I forget to care about your feelings.

"Miss, my subordinates will drive her away! Don't be afraid! ”

I heard the voice of the guard reassuring the young lady.

No...... I don't need you to chase me.

I'll go.

I won't hurt Miss, and I don't want her to be afraid.

I wanted to get up from the ground and disappear from the young lady.

I've been to where I want to go the most, and next, I just need to find a quiet corner and wait for death.

“…… Save her. ”

Before I could get up, I heard the sound of a trembling, thin mosquito.

The voice was so familiar.

I looked up and saw the little girl who was squatting on the ground with her head in her hands, not daring to look at me, her shoulders swaying, and she seemed to cry out in fright, and I thought I had heard it wrong.

The guards who wanted to take me and who were guarding her seemed to think they had misheard, just like me.

"Miss?"

One of the guards called out to her in an uncertain tone.

“…… Save her. ”

The voice rang out again.

It's really her.

I couldn't help but froze, lying on my stomach in the snow, looking at her in a daze, I don't know if it was the hot liquid that I brought, washing the blood in my vision, but making my vision even more blurred.

"Save her...... Save her! ”

I heard the young lady's voice, and I couldn't cry, obviously I was so scared, my voice trembled, but I shouted loudly to the group of guards who were in a daze: "I'll let you save her!" ”

She's so restless.

The young lady cried out, raised her head, and seemed to look at me, and then fell to the ground, crying and exclaiming, "She's going to die!" Save her! ”

It's the first time I've seen such a funny picture.

But I cried more miserably than Miss.

I was so afraid of being calculated and hurt by others, but in the end, I made such a choice......

I thought that my young lady was so disappointed in the world that day, that the best part of my heart was decaying and withering, but I never thought that she had never changed.

She's still my favorite miss.

How accustomed I was to hiding in the dark, then how I longed for the light.

I want to stand by her side and protect her.

Protection...... My miss.

Until death separates us.

Until then, I'll do everything I can to protect her.

……

When a man's chest penetrated my heart, I knew that what I had promised in this life would end at this moment.

I don't remember which spring day I heard a storyteller tell a story in a teahouse.

I've forgotten what that story was about.

I just remember that the storyteller said that time passes very slowly before death, and in those few moments, people will look back on their lives.

At the time, I was skeptical of the storyteller's words.

It wasn't until this moment, the moment the cold sword pierced through my heart, that I realized that the storyteller wasn't lying.

I saw the young lady who was stepping on the bench in winter, holding a wooden spoon in her little hands, laboriously scooping porridge for the commoners.

I saw another winter day crying on the ground, obviously scared, but screaming for the guards to save me.

I also see ......

In that dream.

The first time I served the young lady, I had a dream that night......

As usual, early in the morning.

The young lady sat half-asleep at the dresser.

I stood behind Gu Qinghuan, raised my hand over Miss's shoulder, touched a strand of scattered long hair, gently pulled it up, and the tips of my fingertips inadvertently swept over Miss's cheek, and pulled the strand of long hair behind her ear, revealing Miss's reddish ear.

At that moment, the young lady suddenly grabbed my hand.

As imagined, the pampered lady has very soft palms and warm hands.

I subconsciously raised my head and made eye contact with the young lady in the mirror.

In fact, after waking up, the eyes of the lady in the dream blurred from my memory.

But at this moment, it gradually became clear again.

The young lady looked at me so seriously.

One glance is ten thousand years.

Enough is enough.

Even dying at this moment is enough.

Meeting the young lady in this life is the greatest honor and the greatest happiness for the slave.

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