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

The iron gate stands tall.

The hollow carvings had long since become rusty from being exposed to wind and rain day after day.

The pale fingertips brushed against the rust, the fingertips were stained with dusty red, and then left a trace like light smoke on the bandage wrapped around the finger bones - she inadvertently pushed the door open and walked in.

Just like the pair of eyes under the brim of the hat, her gaze floated by like clouds of smoke, and the soil mixed with grass roots made a slight sound under her white sneakers.

The wind came in from another exit of the greenhouse, blowing up uncleaned rotten leaves, making the smell of the air become chaotic and mottled from that moment on.

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201x. Summer

Until I was fourteen, I had never liked any season, but I had never hated any season either.

But this summer in Nangang is the most hated summer in my life.

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A rotten and incomplete summer cicada passed by her shoes.

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201X.Autumn

If wanting to get something can be considered a kind of longing.

Then I really miss the apple tree in the orphanage.

The first apple of autumn will fall into my mouth by itself.

I am here torturing everyone to find me countless kinds of delicious apples and then judge that all apples are not as delicious as the apples in the flower box.

But in fact, the apple tree in the flower box cannot produce qualified apples at all. The probability of finding sweet and juicy apples on that tree is almost the same as the probability of winning the lottery jackpot.

But for some reason, compared to the sour and bitter apples at that time, the apples from Nangang were so unpalatable that I couldn’t swallow them.

Ok.

Maybe it’s not the apples that I miss, I just miss the autumn with the flower boxes under the apple tree.

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The sneakers stopped temporarily beside two bare small trees.

The girl turned her head, the shape of the tree trunk reflected in her dark eyes, and then she looked down at the soil under her feet.

She seemed to be thinking about something, or just daydreaming.

After a moment of silence, she used the toes of her shoes to scrape the mud under her feet, then stopped after a few seconds, as if she felt her action was funny. Her lips under the mask curled up without a smile.

But even if she didn't do that - even if she couldn't see the apple cores that had long since rotted or sprouted, she would still recognize that these were two apple trees.

The girl had eaten many apples and buried them there.

She never thought that the fruit core would sprout and grow into an apple tree.

But that's what seeds are like. As long as they come into contact with the soil, they always have a chance to grow.

Although due to poor environment and lack of care, the two trees are obviously very unhealthy, far inferior to the big apple tree with lush branches and leaves in the flower box.

She raised her hand and irritably flicked the dead branch.

The dry branches bounced and made a light and distant sound of breaking wind.

The girl had already lowered her hands and was looking forward.

This greenhouse is very large, but the interior seems to have changed from before, or rather, half of it has changed - if the left half looks like a dusty relic immersed in the distant past, then the right half is a new garden where construction is underway.

That half of the mud had obviously just been excavated and divided into different areas, obviously in preparation for reconstruction, while this half remained as it was, probably because there was too little time to start construction.

The light of heaven poured down from the high dome, and the sound of the wind seemed even more empty and distant in the huge space, blowing directly at the girl's upturned face.

In the biting wind, she subconsciously looked towards a corner of the greenhouse.

There is a small wooden house there, leaning against the glass curtain wall of the greenhouse. It looks small and exquisite, but in such an environment it always looks like a toy.

There was a rusty lock on the door of the wooden house, and many of the windows were covered with dust.

She walked over, pulled gently, and opened the window amid the scattered dust.

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201X.Winter

I have never felt such a cold winter.

I would be happier whenever it snows.

But why do I say that?

Have I never seen snow before?

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The scattered dust was like fragments of time. In the winter seven years later, she saw the girl's face again through the leaky window.

I lay quietly on the window waiting for the snow, not knowing that I was already standing before oblivion.

Just one step away and you will fall into the real abyss and there will be no turning back.