The rainy season, the current season is the rainy season, and it rains almost every day, and things in the house may become moldy in this season, so it is the season to take good care of the paper materials and items in the library.

In large households, there are mountains of books in the cellar, and in such a season, the books must be moved out, and the slightly damp pages must be dried after insect control.

Knock knock.

While the master and his maid were carrying the books, there was a knock at the door, and the heavy door opened, and this was the third guest of the day, a young man with tied hair.

Like an old friend, the owner of the mansion led the young man with the bundled hair to the living room and motioned for the maid to prepare refreshments for him.

Delicious peach blossom cake, with baked black tea, plus syrup, the taste can also go up a notch, of course, this is just a teenager's idea, as a monk, there is very little research on food, can only barely distinguish between black tea and peach blossom cake, as for the deeper level is unknown.

"Excuse me, what do you need me to help with?"

"It would be nice if the guests could take a look at my collection, isn't it pitiful that no one is looking at the books, so I hope they can be opened and read by more people, that's the only thing I want guests to do as a bibliophile. ”

"Yes, it's not a difficult thing, it's just that? ”

"That's enough, and I hope that the guests will read it carefully, and I believe the books will be happy too. ”

The amiable lady, wearing a single piece of gold-rimmed glasses, has aristocratic etiquette in her behavior, and is asked by such a noble lady, and the young man with her hair can only accept that the next person is not a helping person to read a book.

Turn the first page of the book.

......

The lights are bright and green, and the lights here at night are enough to call it the level of light pollution, and almost every pedestrian breathes out alcohol, walks with the pace of hanging children, throws money, and women's "weapons", this is where prostitutes work.

Women are like birds imprisoned in a cage, and there are butterflies, which are Oiran, but no matter how stunning they are, no matter what kind of makeup they wear, they can't escape from here, they can only accept the fate they have been doomed from the moment they enter this place.

In the sound of the rain, the girl curled up in a ball tried to block her ears, but next door, through the wall made of paper and wooden boards, the mixed wheezing of men and women came and went, one after another.

The girl, who had never been in contact with this matter, could only blush, her body trembled helplessly, and at this moment there was still a light in her pupils, called the spark of hope.

Looking forward to the appearance of Prince Charming in the fairy tale, being able to save himself.

With unrealistic fantasies and fear, the girl gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I found that I had returned home, eating breakfast with my parents and chatting about interesting things that had happened in the school recently.

However, these are nothing more than clouds of falsehood, and the reality is the cold floor, and the unfamiliar ceiling, and the disgusting smell everywhere.

Looking out of the window, the sky is still dark and narrow after the rain, and the towering and dense buildings compress the sky in the girl's field of vision, like a frog sitting in a well and watching the sky, will it always be trapped in a deep well?

Tasteless, shriveled steamed buns, with a liquid filtered like sewage, after eating, the first feeling is vomiting, which is a food that cannot be swallowed, and even whether it can be called food is a question.

But habit is a terrible thing, even if it is like food picked up in the trash, human beings can simply swallow it because of habit.

A week later, the girl felt sick to herself who received such food.

For a week, the maiden was very glad that she had not been dragged out by force, as the girls had done, and then right next door there was a constant scream, and the men seemed to be amused by it, and they felt joy as they listened to the women's crying.

The worst existence, a trashy character.

Fear continues to pile up, like a toxin, sooner or later, the girl will become more and more abnormal, and she doesn't know the day it is, she doesn't want to know.

However, time does not change according to one's thoughts, and it still proceeds in an orderly manner.

Finally, it was the girl's turn, crying and struggling, but because the body was not properly nourished, it could not make an effective resistance.

For the first time.

Pain and humiliation, the girl passed out in a coma under fear.

It's not worth describing, the story of the beast and the maiden, there is no beauty in fairy tales, only cruel reality, and the rough reality mercilessly destroys the girl's unrealistic, pink-filled fantasies, and then throws them into the sewers crawling with rats and cockroaches.

However, time is still flowing, people are still alive, there is no courage to commit suicide, why? so painful, living a life more painful than a sewer rat, even so, the girl still has not given up hope of life, what is it? Is it the dream that was torn to pieces?

The girl herself did not know, because of fear, nothing went blank in her mind.

Second.

is still wailing, begging the other party to let him go.

The strange man I don't know is happy with this, closer to violence than love, like a sandbag that can't resist, but will plead, listening to the girl's screams, and experiencing the pleasure of punching on the soft snow-white skin.

This time it was still the end of a coma.

After that day, the food seemed to improve a little, the rain and ordinary steamed buns, steamed buns without temperature, and the taste and taste when they were just baked were very different, but they were unexpectedly delicious, so delicious that they cried.

However, it was the first mouthful, and the second mouthful, the disgust gradually crept up the girl's spine, wrapping around her body, and the visceral disgust and nausea were like the embers of last night.

In the end, I didn't eat it, and the light in my pupils that used to be lodged is now gradually becoming cloudy, looking at the sky outside the window, even if it is the heavenly well that is limited by other high-rise buildings, it is the only sustenance in the girl's heart.

Longing to escape the cage and be as free as a bird in the sky.

Third, Fourth, Fifth ......

As consciousness gradually becomes confused, the brain seems to melt, and I can't remember how many times it was, and the girl seems to be used to this kind of life.

When the girl realized that she was actually used to it, she cried all night in the corner of the room, and now the living conditions in the room she was in were much better.

In this room, the sky seen through the window is no different from before, and perhaps the only thing that has not changed for so long is the sky.

In the early morning, looking at the sunlight outside the window, a new day has begun again, and the girl's pupils are now completely turned into a pool of stagnant water, without any light, accepting fate, and taking the status quo as a reality that will continue forever, like a mud pond.

Day after day, year after year.

Turning into a butterfly is just becoming an oiran, the restraints are still there, figuratively, the form is only transformed from the whole body restraint to the shackles, in this cage, no one will be happy.

It's not that I haven't tried to escape during this period.,The escape plan was discovered halfway.,The girl also accepted the punishment.,Leaving a shadow that I don't want to talk about for the rest of my life.。

Nowadays, with long black hair like a waterfall, stepping on clogs, wearing colorful clothes, and supported by maids, she looks like an oiran like a queen.

However, Oiran is still Oiran after all, no matter how you disguise it, she is still a prostitute.

......

How long has passed? It is more appropriate to follow the queen in the street, surrounded by flowers, who has been watching her since she was a child.

The rain dripped down on the raised face, and the cloudy pupils seemed to be washed away by the clean water of the sky, and what had he done all along? Nothing, just watching, watching the tragedy of others, and then feeling that this was the rule, something that should be taken for granted.

Who prescribes these things, it is a human being, the same human being, who follows their commands, as if facing the gods, and whose destiny is in their hands from the beginning.

Beginning to understand this, from the only flower that blooms in the dark world, the most familiar person in the world except for herself, watching her grow, she has never been a child who knows the world to a teenager today.

It's time for a change.

All out of sympathy.

When he was pushed from behind his back, the black-haired boy looked away from his eyes and returned to his work.

......

He was in a cage at the same time as her, but at that time he just stayed in the corner and shivered, crying until his throat could not make a sound, and no one came to save him.

However, such a coward now, who intends to save others in a few years, is really a bad joke, too ethereal, like a dream that cannot be caught.

Unrealistic.

"Let's run. ”

Said it, by chance, held her hand, said it, plan, no, the route is unknown, these are all the result of impulse, and I thought in my heart that her hand was so soft and so nasty.

"Hmm. ”

It seems that I am not the only one who is crazy, she would actually agree to such an unrealistic plan, obviously the number of conversations before was pitiful, and now she will choose to believe in herself, what other accurate explanation is there besides mental madness?

Holding her hand, after the fixed patrol officer was far away, he ran out of her room and ran on the muddy road, looking at the figure reflected on the wall, listening to the sound of breathing around him, the black-haired boy's heart beat faster and faster.

But the darkness still shrouded a pair of young men, but no matter how they ran, all they saw were towering buildings, and when they looked up, they still saw the narrow sky.

Behind them were the pursuers, their footsteps approaching, and the figures illuminated by the lights were like the shadows of monsters dancing wildly.

People can't defeat demons, and in the end, the only thing that awaits the two of them is the end of being caught.

The miracle did not happen.

The boy was beaten half to death, and the girl's heart was left with nightmares that could not be mentioned in her life.