Ye Ling stood in front of a mansion, and standing in front of her was the old housekeeper she had been facing for twenty years, "Miss, you're back, the master is in the study, he said that the whole family would eat in the restaurant at eight o'clock." Ye Ling had a serious face, nodded slightly, every Friday when he finished the week's course, he would return to his home, here, it was another world entirely. A humble servant, a harsh father, and ......

Ye Ling rubbed his forehead, which was still a little reddened because he had been smashed a lot by Xie Liu, and his eyes gradually became cold. "I see. ”

When she opened the door, Ye Ling saw two maids opening the door for her, Ye Ling entered the door, and then was slightly stunned, turned around and pointed to one of the two maids, "Who are you? Why haven't I seen it, Xiaomei?"

"She's new here, and Xiaomei has been fired. The old housekeeper said respectfully, and anger appeared on Ye Ling's face, "Didn't I say it? No one is allowed to fire Xiaomei without my permission." ”

The old housekeeper still bowed slightly, "Miss, this is what the master meant." When the old man found out about Xiaomei's mother, he was very angry and thought that he should not bring an ominous atmosphere to the house. So personally ordered her to be fired. ”

"Did my father really say that?" Ye Ling's anger surged from his heart, Xiaomei's father died early, her mother was seriously ill, and she relied on the meager income she earned as a maid here to support her family, Ye Ling didn't know how she would live in the future if she was fired. Ye Ling knew that it was useless to talk to his father about this, and his father valued interests above all else. What does the life or death of others have to do with him?

Thinking of that man, Ye Ling had an urge to turn around and flee, but Ye Ling knew that even if he escaped, what could he do, where could he escape? Xiaomei had been fired, and she couldn't do anything at this point, so she could only pray that she could meet a nobleman. In the end, Ye Ling could only let out a helpless sigh and walked into the door.

It was still a familiar place, a familiar and unfamiliar atmosphere, Ye Ling turned around and looked at the golden splendor in front of her, she shook her head slightly, "Has the chandelier finally changed?"

"Yes, Madame had someone change it this week, and she said that the light was not good before. The housekeeper said, Ye Ling nodded slightly, "This house is already very old." With such a brainless sentence, the old housekeeper seemed to hear the sadness in Ye Ling's tone, but he still nodded and said, "But now it's new." ”

Ye Ling sneered, as if he was sneering, "Yes, it's all new, even people." After speaking, he glanced at the servants who were still bowing their heads, and turned and walked into the hall.

His father was not here, but there was another woman sitting in a graceful and luxurious manner, and when she saw Ye Ling coming in, this woman looked at her with a sneer. After Ye Ling saw this woman, his face changed slightly, he didn't even say hello, he turned around and wanted to go upstairs, when the woman spoke, "What, after staying in school for a few days, have you forgotten the etiquette you should have?"

Ye Ling's body was about to go upstairs to stop, a pair of fists clenched, because she was too hard and became a little trembling, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if she couldn't hide the emotions in her heart at the moment, after the woman behind her asked such a thing, she didn't turn around, "I don't remember what necessary etiquette I need to treat you." ”

"Anyway, I'm your mother. The woman got up from the sofa and walked towards Ye Ling with small cat steps.

"I'm sorry, you're not, my mom died when I was twelve. Ye Ling still didn't look back, but the woman had already walked in front of her, raising her hand to hook Ye Ling's chin, "But now the mistress of this family is me." ”

"After staying in school for a few days, people have become more and more beautiful, and they are more and more like that slut, which is very uncomfortable to look at. Ye Ling turned his gaze, "Who are you talking about?"

"Whoever you say is who you are. The woman laughed, her lips opened slightly, almost touching Ye Ling's ear, "You are the eldest lady, I am just a poor stepmother, how can I care about your thoughts?"

"It's just ......"

The atmosphere soon cooled down, and the smile on the woman's face faded like a tide, "Your face is becoming more and more like your dead ghost mother, which makes people more and more uncomfortable the more they look at it." ”

Ye Ling held back the anger in her heart, she knew that this woman was forcing herself to be angry, and over the years, she had not held back her anger several times, but the final result was not good for herself. My father was a strict man, and in his eyes, his actions were just vexatious.

"Did you let people change the chandelier that had been used for more than ten years? You also told your father about Xiaomei's mother, is it right?" Ye Ling didn't get angry in the end, she had learned to be patient over the years. It's just a knife on the head of the word ninja, and the taste of this is free for her to understand.

"Yes so what?"

"Why?"

"Don't you think the things in this house were too bad before?" the woman opened her hands, "It's all more than ten years ago, even the maids, and we can't afford to use good things, so why do we still use those low-grade goods?" The woman crossed her hands on her hips and twisted her waist like a water snake, "Your father is still very satisfied with this new home." ”

Ye Ling understood that this woman didn't get along with the house and the servant, but with herself, which Ye Ling had long understood. Because this house was bought and renovated by her biological mother and father together, Xiaomei was also a servant invited by her mother, and she worked hard for more than ten years, but in the end she couldn't escape such a fate.

"Okay, if you're happy. Ye Ling glanced at the familiar and unfamiliar room again, and turned around to go upstairs, but heard footsteps coming downstairs from upstairs.

A middle-aged man in a suit walked down from the upper floor, Ye Ling's eyelids jumped slightly, took two steps back, got out of the way, lowered his head and whispered, "Dad, I'm back." ”

The man in front of him is Ye Ling's biological father, Ye Tianzhao, the founder of the famous "Tianzhao Foundation" in S City, from an ordinary small businessman to a giant in the business world of S City today, he was born with a high-ranking temperament, which was more obvious after the death of his mother, and even made his daughter dare not approach.

Ye Tianzhao is a very tall man, he is also very temperamental, he was also a handsome young man when he was young, and won Ye Ling's mother, who was born in a large family at that time, so as to embark on the glorious road of life, with the help of the country's policy support, he gradually came to the point where he is today. The moment he walked downstairs, the atmosphere in the living room seemed to freeze.

Ye Ling lowered his head, not daring to look at his father's eyes. Ye Tianzhao looked at his daughter, frowned, and said, "Why are you dressed like this, what does it look like?" Ye Ling was wearing a sailor suit at the moment, and the safety pants under the short skirt were still looming, revealing her fair and slender white legs.

Ye Ling then remembered that he was fooled by Xie Liu into putting on the legendary sailor suit, which was convenient for training, and he forgot to change it back for a while. As a result, he was caught by his own father and didn't know how to deal with it.

"Why don't you go take a shower and change this clothes!" Ye Tianzhao scolded Ye Ling, without waiting for his father's angry scolding, Ye Ling breathed a sigh of relief, but the woman with heavy makeup pasted it up, "Tianzhao! Ling'er is only so old that she dares to dress like this, this is very bad, if you are entangled by the indiscriminate men outside, it will not be good." ”

"This slut!" Ye Ling scolded in his heart, eager to tear this woman's mouth apart, but there is a sentence that Ye Ling agrees with, she has been entangled by a group of indiscriminate people.

"Father, it's wrong for Ling'er to come back dressed like this, there is an event at school today, Ling'er went to be a cheerleader, and she came back a little late, so she didn't have time to change her clothes. Ye Ling had a flattering smile on his face.

"Is that so?" Ye Tianzhao groaned, and then glared at the gorgeous woman who wanted to speak and stopped, this woman didn't speak very interestingly, but just glanced at Ye Ling hatefully.

"Tonight's family dinner is canceled, I'm going out a little bit beforehand, bring my coat, huh? What about Xiaomei? Ye Tianzhao said in a deep voice, Ye Ling immediately said, "Xiaomei has been fired by you, Dad, you can't ......"

"Is there such a thing? Um? Yes, I said that. Ye Tianzhao nodded, "What about the others, bring my coat." "He doesn't care at all, since he's fired, let's be fired. The other servants came over with a black coat, Ye Tianzhao put it on and called the driver, didn't even look at the newly put on chandelier, closed the door and went out.

Ye Ling and the gorgeous woman quietly watched Ye Tianzhao go out, the two glanced at each other, fighting back and forth, the people at the core of their fight didn't even bother to look at them. Ye Ling smiled at the woman in front of him with a mocking expression, as if to say, "Let you have nothing to do." Then he turned and went upstairs. I heard the woman scolding behind her back, "Ye Ling, you wait, one day, I will let you get out of this house." ”

"Get out, get out!" came the whisper of a little boy from behind, he jumped to the woman's side, pointed at Ye Ling who was going upstairs and scolded with a smile. Ye Ling glanced at the little boy slightly, but there was pity in his eyes, "There is a mother's birth, but there is no mother's teaching, it's a pity." ”

The woman with sharp ears almost exploded when she heard Ye Ling's words, "You say it again! You dare to say it again!" Ye Ling ignored the woman who was about to go berserk, and walked up to the second floor, and at the corner of the second floor, it was his room.

Pushing the door in, Ye Ling sniffed the familiar breath, raised her hand to turn on the bedroom light, looking at the room that had been gone for a week but had not changed, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Ling's mouth, this is where she grew up, and she has most of the memories in her life.

Su Bai's fingers swept over his bed that he had slept on for twenty years, the quilt was sunburned, and there was a smell of sunshine, maybe he could have a good night's sleep tonight, Ye Ling thought so, and then heard a gentle knock on the door behind him, Ye Ling turned around and saw a servant standing at the door.

"Miss, let me give this to you before Xiaomei leaves. Ye Ling took it, looked at a very old envelope in front of her, she nodded, "Got it, you can do your own thing." The servant nodded and went out. Ye Ling closed the door, sat on his desk, picked up the photo frame that had been on the table for a long time, and then looked at this photo frame, unable to take his eyes off for a long time.

In the photo, a young couple is smiling happily with a little girl about seven or eight years old. Ye Ling's thoughts seemed to have returned to that era, and he couldn't help laughing. Putting down the photo in his hand, Ye Ling remembered the envelope in your hand, and hurriedly opened it, and the first line in his eyes was Xiaomei's crooked little characters.

"Miss, I can't be by your side anymore, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm ......sorry, I'm sorry," the paper was full of sorry, as if it couldn't say enough sorry. Ye Ling's face stiffened, and the absurd words of this paper were indescribably sad and desperate. Xiaomei is not the first maid to work in her own home, but she is the longest, she is the last person her biological mother left for her to rely on. It's just that she's not here anymore, yes, this is something Ye Ling had expected a long time ago, it's just a matter of time.

The weather outside the window darkened, and after a while, it began to rain heavily, Ye Ling folded the paper in his hand and put it in the drawer, "Xiaomei, I wish you a happy and safe life." ”

......

Ye Ling lay in the wide bathtub, feeling the warm hot water surrounding her, a sense of sleepiness welled up in her heart, since the death of her mother, her father's attitude towards herself has been very cold, after her stepmother came, she has been looking at Ye Ling unpleasantly, and she is embarrassed by herself everywhere, after her brother was born, she has become even more serious, just thinking about driving herself out of this home.

"It's been eight years like this. Ye Ling raised her hand and watched the water droplets roll down her white arms, she looked at her five fingers, and thought a lot in her mind, she was a star of the school, excellent in her studies, cheerful personality, and a goddess in the hearts of countless people, but they didn't know that in this mansion, she was a poor worm living with her tail between her legs.

It's just that this poor worm will eventually break out of its cocoon and turn into a butterfly one day. Fantasy City, thinking of this, Ye Ling sneered, yes, she has found the strength to get rid of all this. "Give me a few years and I'll get out of here with my chest up. ”

The rain outside the window did not stop, and the heavy rain gradually thinned out from the beginning, Ye Ling took a bath, ate a little casually, and returned to his bedroom in a nightgown.

"Tomorrow, my father shouldn't come back, as long as I don't trouble that woman, hide in my room and read, and survive these two days, I can go back to school. Ye Ling thought so, and then lay on the bed. Habitually reaching out and holding a ragdoll rabbit next to the bed, she likes to sleep with this rabbit, and has been holding it to sleep when she was a child, but this thing is not easy to bring over at school.

"Huh?" Ye Ling opened his eyes as soon as he closed them, and glanced at the doll in front of him.

With a soft sound, Ye Ling threw the doll in front of him to the ground. ”

"Mother Wu, Mother Wu!" Ye Ling shouted, alarming a servant, she ran up, "What's wrong with Miss?"

Ye Ling Duck sat on the bed and pointed to the doll on the ground, "Where's my rabbit?

"Miss, Madame said that the doll was already in tatters, so she let someone throw it away and replaced it with a new one for you. Miss, this new one feels a lot better to the touch than the old one......"

"Where's my rabbit!" Ye Ling jumped up from the bed and grabbed the maid's clothes. The maid who was called Mother Wu was a little frightened when she saw Ye Ling, who was almost crazy at the moment, and Ye Ling almost lifted her off the ground.

"How can Miss have so much strength?" the maid thought, but when she saw Ye Ling's eyes, her heartbeat was like missing a beat, and Ye Ling's pupils, like cat's eyes all the time, turned into a vertical black crack, which was strange and terrifying.

"In ...... In the garbage heap outside, it should not have been transported away......"

Ye Ling left the servant and rushed out of the room barefoot.

The rain outside has not stopped, and you can see it from a distance, in the garbage heap in the backyard, Ye Ling's slender figure, wearing pajamas, rummaging in the rain and mud. "Where?

As if she had lost her beloved treasure and the world had collapsed, Ye Ling was like a madman, perhaps, she had gone crazy a long time ago. That rabbit was given to him by his mother many years ago.

The rain, mixed with the soil, wet Ye Ling, and the sludge was on his hands, face, and pajamas, but Ye Ling did not stop, and his cloak was like a beggar. "Where, where, where......" she flipped through all the rubbish, and the broken glass bottle pricked her fingers, and she was still rummaging.

Then she saw the tattered doll rabbit lying in the corner.

Stained with mud and wet with rain. Ye Ling stretched out his hand and picked it up, slowly, in his arms, on his face, I don't know if it was rain or tears.

"Mom's ......"