Another World: My life is on the rise!

She nodded.

Shirley had already arrived when they went out. When she walked into the kitchen with the many ingredients she bought, she was chopping vegetables skillfully, and there was already steaming food on the stove. A thick soup that tastes of lamb, potatoes and beets.

When he saw her walking in, she had a bright expression on her face.

"Quick! Come help! I'll make delicious sandwiches and apple pie for you today."

Yes.

Sister Shirley is not dead.

More than a year ago, the underground factory was officially sealed by the government, and many children were rescued. Sister Shirley was also found by the eldest brother at that time. Because the eldest brother was very popular, Shirley My sister did not go to her aunt, but stayed here. Now she is a tailor who can make beautiful clothes.

And every weekend, sister Shirley would come over to help and cook her specialty dishes.

Of course, I occasionally think about the days of suffering in underground factories.

But slowly.

It's like those things happened in the previous life, and they are slowly blurring.

"Woof woof!"

The sound of cheering came from the backyard.

Shirley muttered a few words, but her eyes showed a little sparkle. She quickly hugged some food, opened the back door and ran out. The backyard was already covered with snow, and it crunched when she stepped on it. One small footprint after another is left on the ground.

She struggled to open the fence in the backyard, and the dog immediately stuck out its tongue, wagging its tail, and squeezed out.

And after seeing her.

He also kept circling around her, as if he had endless energy.

She put the baked potatoes she secretly brought from the kitchen on the plate. The dog immediately waggled its tail and started eating happily. She squatted in the snow and looked at her dog feasting there. She There seemed to be a warm expression on his face.

This is her dog.

I also met him when I sneaked out more than a year ago.

Because it was injured and pitiful, she took it home. After healing its injuries, it became very clingy. Although it often ran away for several days without knowing where it went, Comes back every few days.

A few months ago.

The dog went out for a long time again. She thought she couldn't find it and was lost for a long time.

But when she returned a few days later, she found that his dog had brought back a litter of very small pups and had made a home near them.

And time is a strange thing.

That time.

She is as much a child as the dogs.

And now her dog has become a mother with many children, and she is still the same little girl she was then.

But...

She raised her head and watched the thin snow falling down and landing on the tip of her nose.

Really happy.

She looked at the doll on the counter inside the window.

Although her mother has not come back to look for her yet, she has a big brother who takes good care of her, Shirley, and a dog. She has a small house with delicious food and food every day. A warm fireplace, and occasionally she would think about what her life would be like if she had not met that big brother on the beach at that time.

"Sister, it's time to eat!"

Shirley's shout came from inside the room.

She touched the dog's head and knew that she was going back. Big brother and sister Shirley were waiting for her, but she knew that the dog would not leave and it would always be by her side.

A grand dinner.

As night fell, they sat around the dining table in front of the fireplace, lit candles, and ate delicious dishes carefully prepared by Shirley.

The eldest brother always tells them many very interesting stories. He is knowledgeable and has a sense of humor. He can always make Sister Shirley laugh loudly. She will also hold her cheeks and listen, or occasionally she will be laughed at. Her brother sat on his lap and was fed hot beet soup spoon by spoon - because she often forgot to eat while listening.

Just like every warm story.

In her free time after dinner, her brother sat in his rocking chair in front of the fireplace, wearing a monocle and reading books that she couldn't understand.

She would occasionally huddle in his arms, with only her eyes exposed from the blanket, until she fell asleep.

There is a lot of snow outside.

But the room was filled with warmth.

But today she couldn't sleep.

She stretched out her hand from inside the blanket, holding the pen awkwardly, and wrote a few words crookedly on the bookmark of the book he was looking at.

"Brother, does he like Sister Shirley?"

"The wife's choice, Sister Shirley, can be my wife."

She stopped writing.

And she didn't know why she was writing this. When she stopped, her head became dull again.

Lin En seemed to have known she would write like this for a long time, with a slightly tilted expression on his face and said:

"Do you want me to marry Shirley as my wife? But yes, she is cheerful and lively. She is indeed a good girl, and she can also cook well."

Just this time.

She held the pen and did not write for a long time.

I don’t know how long it took.

She hesitated and wrote down a few words.

"I can also cook."

…

I went to bed very late today.

In the past, her big brother would take her to the bathroom and give her a hot bath with warm water.

He would put some strange potions in the water, saying that the scars on her body would slowly fade away. And it was just as the big brother said, the whip marks on her body were now only those shallow marks.

At the beginning, she didn't know what shyness was.

When she knew it, she was used to it.

He would make a lot of bubbles on her head, and she could even occasionally see the floating bubbles, stare at them for a long time, and then watch them burst with a crackling sound.

And every time she did that, she would feel a little fear and panic for no reason.

It was like she was afraid that her current life would be like that bubble.

Suddenly, everything was gone.

She had her own small bedroom, next door to Lin En's brother's room, the window facing the street outside, and she could see the falling snow.

But today she was in a mess.

She couldn't fall asleep.

Maybe it was because she wrote those words, or maybe it was because of some other reasons, she hoped that Sister Shirley could stay by her side every day like her brother, but she didn't seem to want her brother to help Sister Shirley take a bath, or stand on tiptoe like before, so that she could be held, because there was only so much space in her arms, and only one person could sit on her arms.

She didn't fall asleep until midnight.

Once again.

She had a nightmare.

It was still the same nightmare as before. She dreamed that Sister Shirley died, she fell from the high window, she dreamed that she could never find her dog again, it bled a lot, she dreamed of the rough sea and ships, dreamed of her father and mother, dreamed of...

Bang——

The gunshot woke her up suddenly.

She sat there in a daze, the wind blew in from the window, blowing her hair.

She suddenly felt cold and lonely. She had such a dream every day, in which everything was lost, dreamed of wandering, dreamed of the miserable life, dreamed of torture and numb pain.

She curled up and hugged her doll in a daze.

And in every dream.

She could not see her big brother.