Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

Wearing a thin blanket, Hercia was sitting by the electric stove in slippers, looking at the orange-red heat source with her pretty black eyes, occasionally in a daze.

"Sister Tilan, what do you think of this~" There was a burst of lively footsteps, and three children around ten years old came to her side, holding up the newly drawn picture in their hands.

The picture is drawn with watercolor pens. The style of painting is very soulful. The messy lines probably require some kind of illusion to see the content clearly. It is probably a black-haired villain holding a sword in his hand, flying in the sky, and the bottom is crooked. of various buildings.

"This is my drawing of Sister Tilan, do you think it looks like it?" The boy held up the painting, expecting the girl's answer, while snot was still bubbling from his nose.

"Wipe your snot first." The girl handed out two tissues and looked at the painting.

She doesn't really want to hit the other party, but she can't say anything against her will.

‘There is a lot of room for improvement, and the future is promising. '

"(＾－＾)V, yeah~ Sister Tilan praised me, hehe." He proudly showed off to his companions, and then he surrounded the girl and asked her to take a photo as a souvenir, before trotting out with his companions.

Seeing a few children running away, another aunt in the room said, "You, I'm so used to them. Believe it or not, there will be several more people asking you to paint in a few days."

"These children, this is..." Another aunt-level figure also echoed.

"I think their paintings are fake, but it's true that they circle around Tilan. After all, Tilan's appearance is indeed the same, and the painting is just a cover."

"Tilan, don't think of children so naively, they are ghosts and ghosts." The two aunts in the room reminded the girl that in their eyes, Tilan, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, was still too young and youthful. It's astringent, but it's actually a child who hasn't grown up.

"I see." Unable to resist the elder's kindness, Tilan nodded, then continued to lean on the chair, staring at the fire in a daze.

Occasionally, she was very lazy, she didn't think about anything, she just sat quietly, letting her thoughts wander, and the orange stove in her eyes also added a little sleepiness.

Time has passed unknowingly, and it has been a week since she came to her uncle's house, and she is gradually getting used to the life here. Occasionally, under the inquiries of those aunts, she will talk about her previous life and make people around her sigh.

"Your mother, Miss Gu Yongrong, was also very beautiful when she was young. I don't know how many people in Jilou City pursued her, and there were also many childhood sweethearts who played with her since she was a child. But in the end, no one was chosen, but someone who had just met When the outsider left, everyone thought she had passed away, and many people shed tears for her."

"Don't think about the facts, but it's another scene... It's a good thing that the eldest lady didn't die in that accident, but I didn't expect that outside, it's still..."

"Oh, look at my mouth, I'm talking about sad things again."

"It's nothing, I'm not so sad now." Heshia knew that she and her mother looked very similar, and it was easy to cause everyone's nostalgia.

After all, they have never seen themselves when they were young, and the appearance of themselves now happens to be similar to the appearance when their mother left, so it is easy to confuse and associate them.

Another day, a rare day when the snow stopped.

Hersia, who had been sitting indoors for a long time, came out wearing a fleece winter skirt and boots, and walked outside covered in snow. She was accompanied by several children of similar age.

First, they walked through the streets of the residential area, and several people walked out of the urban area under construction and walked towards the hills outside.

The mountain road is very flat, and you can see the traces of previous car dealerships, but the main road is covered by snowflakes, which is not so obvious.

Several people walked through snow pits of different depths, and came to a position halfway up the mountain, where they could overlook the entire city below and the gray wilderness in the distance.

"Tilan." The girl who was a few years older than the girl said, pointing to the wasteland in the distance.

"There will be a glass plantation built there in the future, which will produce a lot of food. I will work there in the future." She is Gu Qianlou's second daughter and Heshia's cousin.

"Do you feel a little hopeless? After all, the elder sister has already started to take over some affairs in the city." Her name is Gu Fanying. As for the elder sister in her mouth, she is the eldest daughter of Gu Qianlou, named Gu Fanqing. Ren also has a younger brother, Gu Fanyun.

"It's nothing, it feels like a normal job." Tilan stroked the hair on the side of her ear, looking at the wasteland in the distance.

"You don't understand, because you grew up outside, so you don't have to suffer from the eyes and gossip of many relatives at home."

"Because we are the daughters of the leader, we have been educated strictly since we were young. Although it is for our own good, the restraint and discomfort are hard to describe."

"I probably can't keep up. I haven't been good enough. I was reprimanded by my father. I quarreled with him once before, but I was scared by the reprimand. You don't know how scary it is for my father to get angry." She Shake your head.

"However, in the past six months, he seems to have changed a lot. He is a little gentler than before, and he finally had a good talk with me. He no longer made strict demands on me like before, and he also agreed with my idea of ​​being 'bad'. , no longer pursue high-sequence, important positions in the city, but just be a gardener in a botanical garden."

"People's personalities don't change suddenly, and the biggest change in the past six months was brought about by you." She turned around and looked at Tilan.

"So I thank you very much."

"In the past few days, I have seen that you are often in a daze, and occasionally you are sad. I don't know why you are troubled, but I still want to say, live well."

"I haven't experienced the feeling of a loved one passing away, but I can imagine the sadness and loneliness in it."

"Because I often feel this way too, because of my family's incomprehension, as well as all kinds of denial and persuasion, I feel wronged. It seems that I am surrounded by everyone, but I am extremely lonely."

"I don't want to take care of the trivial things between my relatives anymore, and I don't want to be like my sister, to be like the kind of master who holds power. I always want to escape and live a simpler life, and because of this This kind of escape makes me feel weak." She stomped her feet to shake off some of the snow.

"No way, things don't depend on thinking or spiritual victory. Hesitation and waiting can't change anything."

"Go hard and move forward, the road should become wider and wider." After she finished speaking, she gently hugged Tilan.

"You are the most talented and beautiful girl I have ever seen. You shouldn't be so sad every day. You are shining and dazzling, that's what you should look like."

This is, have you been comforted...

Tilan said thank you, and wanted to explain that she was not that sad, but after that, the children also slowly climbed up the hill and trotted over.

"Haha, I'm here first~" Several children chased each other, even though their cheeks were very red from the cold, they were full of vitality.

After the other children came, she and this cousin had no room to talk, and then the two were surrounded by other people, talking all kinds of things around.

After making a snowman on the hill and playing in the snow for a while, the other children gradually got tired and didn't want to continue climbing, so everyone walked back slowly, and along the way Tilan was also thinking about the words of her cousin just now.

It seemed that her performance made others worry. She took a deep breath to cheer herself up a little, and then raised her head.

The world full of snow and the desolate gray wilderness are hard to say that they are pleasant scenery. Only in the city below, the construction site that is endless day and night and the many mechanical self-discipline units that come and go make people feel a little vitality.

I want to change something, but I am anxious about whether I can really change it, this sad planet and world, and myself who doesn't know where to go.

Standing on the mountain road, Tilan stopped and stared for a long time, until finally, she turned her gaze to the vast sky above her head, the vast and endless galaxy beyond the atmosphere.

People who were born in the past era are lucky, because their world is just a planet, and they can spend their whole life to experience and visit, and fully experience all kinds of wonderful things.

But in today's era, even if you look at the entire Federation, it becomes impossible. The world is too vast, but you are so small, so small that the moment you make any wish, you are desperate.

The more she understood her talent, the more Tilan felt a sense of insignificance and powerlessness, as well as the anxiety that came with it.

Is she really qualified to shoulder the great mission like the previous two generations of color-level singers, but now all the problems in the federation have long been entrenched, the polarization of the rich and the poor, the inequality in different regions, the separation of people's hearts, the upper and lower levels of each position are all chasing each other, and the society The single evaluation creates a hell of mutual torture. Everyone is living for themselves, and everyone should live for themselves. What qualifications do you have? Let everyone unite and belong to one voice.

The road ahead has come to an end, so I can only stop on this mountainside, helplessly watching it slowly erode until the day it collapses.

If the singing is the voice of the heart, she can't even convince herself, so what qualifications does she have to convince others, make others believe, and let everyone have hope.

If there is no way forward, the so-called hope is just a poison to torture people, a more cruel emotion.

Therefore, she didn't want to speak out, because she was full of sadness and had nothing to say.

Stripping away the quiet and gentle appearance in life, the real Tilan has always been haunted by these problems in her heart, so she would be in a daze from time to time, and occasionally when she was sad, she was not satisfied with her special talent that was growing more and more revealed, but also sad at the same time. Even with such talent, it is difficult to shoulder the mission of a color-level singer.

The sky gradually darkened, and there were dots of starlight in the night sky. The pitch-black earth, the small figure, the girl walked aimlessly on the wilderness, until she finally stopped in front of a pile of debris.

There are a lot of desks and chairs scattered here, and there is still a little snow on the metal desks and chairs, which feel cold to the touch.

It must have been transported from an abandoned school, the girl could see some number marks remaining on the desks.

These old desks and chairs are exposed to the outside like this, piled up into a hill.

The girl's figure jumped up lightly, her toes landed on the small facet in the messy desks, and then she jumped lightly again, jumping over various obstacles lightly and quietly, and finally reached the top of the pile of desks.

Standing on the top of the hill made of desks, the dim light in the distance reveals a little light. On the horizon, the silhouette of the girl is connected with the pile of desks. There is a different kind of loneliness, and it is like a fantasy in the middle school. king.

Standing on the hill of desks, the girl looked up at the endless starry sky above her head, in which the endless stars, the sun and the moon circulated endlessly, and the starlight spanning hundreds of millions of years quietly shone.

No matter how brilliant a civilization is, there will be a day of dimness and extinction.

Today's human beings are just one of the more shining ones.

Planets will be annihilated, civilizations will be destroyed, the universe will end, and everything is slowly coming to an end, so what is the meaning of our existence.

How to act if everything doesn't make sense.

The girl slowly closed her eyes, and the night breeze blew slightly, and the coldness and coolness slowly spread upward from her body.

In this way, she stood quietly for a long time, then fell down with her head up, let the wind lift her up, and then slowly fell to the ground.

Still unable to figure it out, Tilan patted the little snow on her body, brushed her fingers across the metal desks and chairs in the snow, and then returned to her residence.

She still didn't get an answer today, but she also knew that it was difficult to have a definite answer to this kind of question.

Perhaps as my cousin said, take one step first, and then take another step, the road will be opened up slowly, so let's do what we can do now.