Cute girl in net king

Yanyan is 12 years old now. If she believed in the so-called fate, then as early as five years old when Ryan betrayed her, she would have accepted her fate as a mermaid instead of bursting out with her thoughts, and tried her best to escape from the ghost that was about to trap her for the rest of her life. place.

So, if that person is really deadwood Qinglan, Yanyan hopes to meet her before going back, and then tell her sincerely:

I don't believe in fate.

The so-called fate, in her eyes, is just a different life trajectory produced by different choices.It's like when people are alive, no one knows how long they can live, but they will always face various choices.To have and to lose, to turn left and right, to let go and hold.How you want to live depends on how you choose.Those who say that everything is fate and that fate is irresistible are just succumbing to the path they choose.

Life never told you that you should do this and not that.

Just like when she was five years old, Ryan's betrayal made her face the first crossroads in her life. Two choices were placed in front of her, or she would try her best to die rather than submit. She might lose her life, but she would never lose herself. stubborn.Either let the mermaid be a puppet plaything, lingering at the bottom forever, her life may be fine, but except for one life, she will have nothing, even herself will be lost.

Ryan said at the time, this is your fate, Yan Yan, you are too weak, accept your fate, you cannot escape.

She didn't believe in fate, so she chose the first one.When a fish dies and a net is broken, it is better to have broken jade than to be whole.

Turning over and getting out of bed, Yan Yan stretched out her hand to take the jade comb and began to comb her hair.

Probably, um, or should I say yes.When she was sleeping at night, she had heard from Yukimura that although she slept peacefully and woke up in whatever position she fell asleep, her hair would easily tangle if she didn't take care of it for three days. No matter what position you fall asleep in, you can hit it right.

And now sure enough, she took down the jade comb and looked, there was already a long string of broken hair on it, and her hair was still messy.

Pursing her lips, Yanyan looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were dim and her hair was messy.Reaching out and touching it, the hair is a little dry.She has been here for four days, and she hasn't taken care of her hair for four days... It's so frizzy, she tosses vigorously with the comb, and doesn't believe that she can't fix her messy hair.

"Knock, knock—" There was a knock on the door at this moment, probably because Atobe called to look for her because she hadn't shown up.

"Miss, are you up? How about Nuoya to serve you?"

The person who came was the maid who led the way last night.Pulling her hair with one hand, and brushing vigorously with the comb in the other, Yan Yan is very busy now, and has no time to answer.Just kept tossing like this, and made a mess of black hair on the floor... It was all caused by her.

He stood at the door and knocked on the door, but there was no response for a long time.Nuoya couldn't help frowning slightly, is her voice too quiet, or is this lady still sleeping?

I looked up at the watch on my wrist, it was almost 9 o'clock... It was unreasonable to still be asleep.

Moreover, Master Jingwu said that the young lady is looking forward to today's breakfast... If you don't go to breakfast and be confiscated, the young lady must be furious.

"Miss, I'm really sorry that Nuoya has entered the room."

Pursing her lips, Nuoya swallowed her saliva and said, unexpectedly there was a slight 'come in' from inside. '

She grew bolder, and then pushed open the door, and the first thing she saw was the black hair all over the place...

Standing in front of the huge mirror, the little girl held a comb in one hand and pulled her hair to comb it with the other.She combed vigorously, as if the tightly entangled hair could not be separated. She looked at the mirror expressionlessly, and as she moved, strands of black hair fell to the floor, and then fell more and more. The more she watched, Nuoya was full of entanglement, was she combing her hair, or being a nun on the gradient?

"Miss, you don't comb your hair like this, let Nuoya do it."

After all, Nuoya couldn't bear to see it anymore. When she stepped forward, she reached out and took the comb from the girl's hand.Yan Yan was probably upset by the hair, so she handed the comb to her without saying anything.

Seeing the little girl staring at her hair in the mirror with an unkind expression, Noya covered her mouth and smiled lightly, combing her hair softly while chanting.

"There is a way to comb your hair. Gently, very gentle and gentle. Comb along it. Don't use too much force. Too much force will easily damage your hair, and the hair will break. You can't be too light. Comb lightly. It doesn't move, and it can't be separated from its knot. So when necessary, you can fetch a little water to help it. This way it can be combed more smoothly..."

While talking, Nuoya put down the comb and fetched a basin of water, and brought a chair for Yanyan to sit on.

Sitting stiffly, Yanyan sat in front of the big mirror, watching the hair in her hand that was not going well, as if she had taken nourishment in Nuoya's hands, she became very obedient and a little aggrieved.Why is it that with the same comb, when she combs it, her hair is broken all over the place, and Nuo Ya will share it obediently when she comes?

While thinking about it, she stared at the hair in the mirror, her eyes became more and more unfriendly, as if, if they were not growing on her head but were weeds growing on the ground, she would pounce on them and strip them off like.

Combing slowly like this, the hair is finally smooth.Yanyan was very satisfied, she stopped staring and glaring, and was about to stand up from the chair, but Nuoya pressed her shoulder.

She turned her head, and the gentle maid smiled softly at her, stepped forward a few steps, and found some hair ties and bows from the drawer of the table beside her.

"What are you going to do?" Blinking, she asked, with a little curiosity in her eyes.

She is no stranger to headbands and bows. When she first found her, Yukimura bought a lot in one go. Sometimes he would go to those jewelry stores to buy beautiful gadgets for her.However, she seldom saw Yukimura take out a bunch of hair ropes and tie them on her head at once. Now that she saw Nuoya holding these and matching them with bows one by one on her hair, she couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Of course it's to dress up the lady." Nuoya smiled softly, while looking at the bowknot in her hand, as if she had decided on something, she suddenly pushed her.

"Well, miss, let's wear a dress today. It must be very beautiful. I'm combing her hair. It will definitely be more beautiful."

Which girl didn't play with so many Barbie dolls when she was young?Looking at the obedient little girl in front of her, Nuoya couldn't hold back her hands as her heart moved.

When she was touching Yanyan's hair, she was thinking, this hair seems to be well taken care of, and it must look good with a hairstyle.