Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

201X Summer

I hate thinking about the past.

But when I need to recall them, I find that I remember them very clearly.

201X Summer

Your earliest memory is the tall legs of adults, and you can’t see their faces even if you look up.

Even if such a person is gentle to you, he or she will always be distant and superior.

What you see most every day is the eyes of children who are the same height as you.

Filled with savage disgust and repulsion.

When you understand those emotions, you are not sad, you are just curious, curious about where these emotions come from and why you don’t have the same emotions?

It's a really frustrating thing - so you start thinking, you start wondering, you want to know how you should view the world.

At the beginning, no one teaches you, so you read books like crazy, all kinds of books, and then you discover a regrettable fact from the various stories in the books.

You have no home, no parents, no relatives or friends, and no teachers or classmates.

The only people around you are adults whose faces you cannot see even when you look up, and children who gather around you to talk but never accept you.

You are lonely - this is also something you learned from books.

This state of being alone, with no one accepting you and no desire to fit in with anyone is loneliness.

But unfortunately, you don't know what loneliness is.

You never shed tears for this, not even a little bit of sadness or grievance - if you knew what sadness and grievance felt, you would probably cry with joy.

It's a pity you don't know.

But even so, you should remember.

·

Those were a few drawings the size of a child's palm.

The gray pencil smeared out the crowded legs of the adults coming and going, and the tall, blurry faces looking down.

The sky looked cramped and gray in the gaps between those faces.

Next is another picture of children lined up around a slide.

The owner of the line of sight is obviously outside the crowd. "She" is looking at the children who are looking at her equally from a distance. Her face is also blurred, but the downturned corners of the mouth that can reflect emotions and the squinting eyes are drawn particularly clearly.

They are just rough drafts of a few strokes, but somehow they seem to pull people into that lead-gray world, and see everything she draws from the author's perspective.

·

The small yacht rocked gently on the water.

The gardener felt a little dizzy, and tried hard to think of some images that could relieve his nausea.

Outside the closed wine cellar there was a chaotic sound of wind.

The smell of burning flames spread throughout the estate on the strong wind, bringing with it countless mixed footsteps, panicked shouts, and the distant sirens of incoming fire trucks.

It was clearly a very lively sound, but for some reason, she thought of the diary she had hidden.

The girl's beautiful but sloppy handwriting came to mind, bringing with it those quiet memories.

——If you only read the first half of the diary, all viewers would probably misunderstand that this is a poor, precocious, autistic child.

Even the gardener, who had been spying on Ye Shiyi for such a long time, found it difficult to connect the person he saw with the girl who was creating such chaos at this moment.

Kidnapping?

Fighting alone against the adults who hold power and guns in someone else's territory?

Is this really Ye Shiyi in the diary?

The Ye Shiyi whose biggest dream in life is to find love?

-

201X Summer

Originally speaking, the most beautiful thing in the world is love.

But when you asked him what the essence of love was, he was stuck for a long time and couldn't give you an answer. Finally, he stuffed an apple in your hand and said, "You have to find it yourself."

“Do I have to find love to live?”

You ask him.

But he told you it wasn’t.

People can survive anyway.

If you decide to find love, then the process of finding love is your "life".

You will understand when he says that.

Love to you is the rose flower of the galaxy.

You don’t even know if it exists, but the process of searching for it has become your story.

It was one early morning when I realized this.

The hills behind the Flower Box are covered with fog.

You climbed up the apple tree and looked at the fog on the mountain. You heard Yuanchu whistling in the yard. It was messy and unpleasant. Yuanchu, who was awakened, started to chase him.

Yuanye is such an idiot.

But even a fool has such a brother who loves him deeply.

……

I want to eat apples.

I want the apples from the Flower Box that I picked myself.

-

201X Summer

“Don’t kill anyone.”

I remember originally saying this.

You wonder why he is so sudden, since you are obviously the victim of bullying.

But the original expression was very strange.

...Forget it, I can’t draw it. You almost forgot what he looks like. Every time you think of these specific pictures, an electric current crackles.

headache.

fell asleep.

-

201X Early Autumn

“Don’t kill anyone.”

"why?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe it's because you don't understand fear and have no reverence for life."

"Are you condemning me?"

"No, I'm stating facts, making wild guesses about your future, and offering advance persuasion."

"You are cursing me."

"…No, I just, never mind, whatever you think."

What's the weather like?

forget.

Is it morning or evening?

forget.

What's his action and expression?

Forgot all.

But you still remember his voice.

"For most people, no matter how great the hatred is, it will only be expressed in the most poisonous curses, because killing is a terrible thing, but you don't think so - do you?"

"So what? For example, those 'customers' of the Flower Box Welfare Home, don't they deserve to die?"

"They deserve to die, but you don't have the right to judge and take their lives."

"They also don't have the right to deprive children of their freedom and lives, but they did it anyway."

“This is bad guy logic.”

"Who are the bad guys and who are the good guys? Do you think that people who kill human traffickers for the sake of justice are the same as human traffickers, sharing the same logic?"

"To some extent, it is true - if individuals have the right to take the life of others, and this right is regarded as justice, then regardless of whether the person being killed is a good person or a bad person, the world will completely collapse."

"..."

"As for what counts as a crime that deserves death and what counts as a crime that does not deserve death, millions of people have millions of different standards. When people are angry, they may think that human traffickers deserve death, and they may also think that the person who stole their bicycle should be killed. Are these crimes equal? ​​But what is equality? Laws were created to account for this, but if individuals feel that they can replace the law, if individuals have the right to judge the crimes of others, then perhaps everyone in this world deserves death and everyone deserves to be killed. The social system will collapse, and the world will be in complete chaos."

"What a cliché - and what does that have to do with me?"

"Of course it matters. If the world becomes a place where everyone deserves to die and everyone deserves to be killed, and everyone has the right to kill, how are you going to find what you want?"

"But you want to persuade me not to kill people. If you are standing in the position of a murderer, you don't have the experience to persuade me, because you have never killed anyone, and you don't know how the murderer feels. Maybe those murderers feel very happy and joyful."

"But you're looking for love."

"Maybe it's okay to hate. I'm not picky."

"No, what you need is love—love is ten thousand times better than hate."

“Maybe I’ll never find it.”

"Then you at least still have the hope of continuing your search."

“I don’t know what hope is.”

"As long as you want something, you always have hope."

"You're getting off topic."

"I do not have."

The original theory.

“Don’t kill anyone—I say that all the time.”

"For you, killing someone may be as simple as crossing a line, but Eleven, you must never cross that line - because you still have a long future to look for hope in the vast world, regardless of whether that hope really exists or not, just like Rose doesn't know what the flower of the galaxy looks like, but will keep looking for it."

"Will killing people mean losing these opportunities?"

"Yes—I don't know about others, but it must be true of you."

"I don't even know myself, why are you so sure?"

"Because I watch you every day."

-

201X Autumn

The contents of the diary seem so strange.

Did I really say those words? Do I really remember all that? Or was it all just a figment of my imagination?

I do not know.

But I decided to believe in the original.

I won't kill anyone.

I just want to go back to the flower box.

-

201X Autumn

I want to go back and see the original cemetery. Summer is over and the graves must be overgrown with weeds.

I also want to play chess with that idiot Yuanye, kill him on the chessboard a thousand times, and make him cry like he did when he was a child.

I also want to go to Yuzhou to see Qu Wu. If her mother treats her badly, I will take her away and let her be the agent of the greatest painter in the world.

If possible, I would also like to find my biological parents... I am curious about their appearance, personality, tone of voice and the way they look at people. I am even more curious about whether they will bring me anything... anything...

……

So, I still have a lot to do.

After all, I was only fourteen.

……

Fourteen.

·

Bang.

The yacht suddenly shook violently.

Awaken the gardener hiding in the wine cellar from his dreamy memories.

She looked up in panic, but could only see darkness.

In the dark, perception is sharper.

She felt someone jumped onto the yacht, carrying something very heavy, which caused the yacht to shake. The yacht then swayed with the waves, making her feel even more nauseous.

Fortunately, a gunshot was heard outside soon, which frightened her and instantly made her nausea disappear. She huddled up in the dark, trembling like a shrimp.

Through the wooden planks and the metal hull of the yacht, she heard a roar of collapse and the sound of many footsteps.

She could feel them crowded on the shore, bustling, chaotic and noisy.

But the yacht seemed to be unaffected and started up quickly.

In the wine cellar she heard the roar of a huge engine, and then the yacht swung and turned and moved forward smoothly.