[Comprehensive Yingmei] Pengwen walks readers

Everything makes sense.

The moment the world was destroyed, Chelsea felt a tender embrace around her.

"Why? Why do you feel that the world is destroyed?" the man asked softly in the most reassuring voice for her.

"Because my dad is my whole world," Chelsea said.

Chelsea and Faye sat cross-legged on the bed in the dormitory together, the curtains on the four-poster bed were lowered, and in the dark green private space, they were like a pair of ordinary girlfriends.

Chelsea was wearing her favorite pink floral nightgown and Fay was wearing a dark green ruffled one.The ruffled nightgown was given to Chelsea after she broke into Faye's life, but it's one of Faye's favorites.Faye had actually been wondering why she would give what she loved to another girl who would take it away from her.

But now she understands that whether it's a nightgown or Tom, everything about her will be inherited by Chelsea.

Two girls using the same body sat cross-legged facing each other.Each other is silent.

In the end, it was Chelsea who spoke first.

"Do you think," she asked softly, "that I am happier than you?"

Faye smiled bleakly: "Why do you ask that? Aren't we one? We must look at it separately, and then ask me—is this girl who was isolated and killed by her first love happy, or is this backup girl happy?" A girl who is pampered and cared for is happy? Isn’t it supposed to be like this: After a girl who was isolated from childhood was killed by her first love, she regained a second life that was pampered and cared for, fulfilling all regrets... This girl is happy ?"

Chelsea couldn't help retorting: "Even if she has a second life, doesn't she feel that she should be able to enjoy this kind of pampering-this kind of love is for herself?"

"What are you doubting?" Fay looked at her with strange eyes, "Do I own Myrtle or do you have it? Why did you suddenly become jittery? Now that you have it, enjoy it with peace of mind. , do you know that saying such things in front of me is suspected of showing off? You can't take this kind of favor for granted, aren't you just me? Didn't you also lose your original identity as the price?"

Chelsea pursed her mouth: "But, but I don't have any previous memories, so all this is like stealing, I don't think there is an equivalent exchange..."

Faye rolled her eyes.

"You remember when I threw Nott upside down into the little fountain?" Fay asked.

Chelsea replied subconsciously: "I remember! It's so cool! That guy cried for a long time, thinking he was going to drown."

Fay showed a very unfavorable smirk: "Look, don't you have a memory?"

The girl in the pink nightdress was stunned for a while, and then became angry: "I know! But me, but I still can't do it—"

"Okay, okay." Fay reassured her, "I know, after all, we are still different, because my core is myrtle, and yours is..."

Chelsea lowered her head and looked at her chest, where her heart was pounding. Faye gently placed her hands on her chest. They closed their eyes and heard the whispers of the man in the chest:

"I'll give you all the love you want, my girl."

Chelsea held her breath, she didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of waking up the man: "He has been..."

"It's normal, it's just a fragment, it's already fused with you." Faye patted her chest, and Chelsea immediately frowned and avoided: "What are you doing, I haven't developed yet, I will be flattened..."

Faye: …………… I’m going to beat you up today, little brat!

"So we are different." Fay smiled at Chelsea, "I don't know if this is a good thing, but obviously, he has a great influence on you. You are more confident and proud than me, but..."

Chelsea leaned forward slightly.

"You... are too kind."

The girl was taken aback, Faye nodded worriedly: "Why can you still maintain such...pure heart by his side?"

Chelsea's eyebrows were raised upright: "What! You actually said that I am innocent! I am obviously a deep-minded Slytherin witch that everyone fears—"

Faye showed a look of caring for a fool.

Chelsea said that she couldn't believe it: "In short, in short, in short, I am not innocent..."

"You are so well protected. So good that you rarely face the evil of human nature. Even if you read those tragic stories over and over again in the book, it's not as good as the one that stepped you into the mud once. Humiliation." Faye closed her eyes, "The part Tom gave you is not evil, but to replace myrtle and give you a 'root' for healthy development."

Chelsea looked down at his chest.

"At the very least," Faye said sadly, "this 'root' is not inferior or depressed. I just hope that you can grow into a loving and confident child."

"you also……"

"Chelsea, let me ask you," Faye looked her in the eye, "after knowing all the truth...do you hate him?"

………………

"Dad, I can't sleep." Chelsea knocked on the door of the study, holding the long snake puppet, pouted and acted like a baby at Voldemort.Nagini swam over and spat out dissatisfied letters at the snake puppet. Voldemort put down his pen, came up to him with a smile, and took his little daughter into his arms.

Chelsea was 7 years old that year, and she was able to read "Hogwarts, a Piece of School History" by herself.She didn't bring a book for Voldemort to read today, but simply wanted to see Dad.

Voldemort lifted her up, and she always filled him with littleness—a child he had brought up exactly as he wanted, a dream that made up for his past regrets.She is innocent, cute, and confident, and she is the fruit he planted on Faye's body.

"Why can't I fall asleep?" He carried the girl to the desk and let her sit on his lap. She reached out to fiddle with the documents on the desk: "I'm drinking tea in the afternoon!"

"Children can't fall asleep after drinking tea in the afternoon, and you know it." Voldemort didn't care about her secretly reading the instructions. "Then what should I do if I can't sleep? What time do you want to go to bed today?"

"Eleven!" Chelsea exclaimed excitedly, "I've never stayed up until 11!"

Voldemort wanted to laugh, but he didn't try to bear it. He felt that the child's concept of time was really funny: "Really, then work hard today and stay until 11 o'clock. I won't stop you."

"Really!?" Chelsea jumped on his lap excitedly, "Then, then I'll start staying up all night! I'm going to stay awake until midnight today! Yay!"

"Then what do you do when you're awake?" He teased the little girl.

Chelsea rubbed the puppet and thought about it (Nagini was persistently trying to bite off the tip of the snake puppet's tail), hesitated, and said, "Play crackling and exploding."

"Playing in the study?"

Chelsea looked around her father's office environment, discouraged: "No. Then I still... I want to listen to my father's story!"

Voldemort glanced at the documents on the table, and irresponsibly decided to put them aside: "What story do you want to hear?"

After the little girl's amber eyeballs whirled around, she pointed in any direction on the table: "That!"

Voldemort saw that it was a small decorative vase with a wisteria flower that had just been picked.

After a little thought, he had a story in his mind.

"A long time ago, in the big forest, there was a lonely little dragon." He began to speak in a hoarse voice.

"The little dragon doesn't know where his parents are. It lives alone, hunting, fighting, and grabbing gold to save it... It finds it very difficult to live, and only gold can comfort him."

"One day, he found a big tree at the location of the treasure icon, and the treasure spirit stone was under the tree, but a beautiful wisteria flower grew on the tree. Xiaolong thought the flower was very beautiful, but it was because of the spirit stone. It had to dig up the tree."

Chelsea listened fascinated.

"The little dragon took a nap under the tree and planned to dig the tree the next day, but when he woke up, there was a little girl in a purple dress with wings standing in front of her. Make friends with the little dragon. The little dragon has no friends since he was a child. He talks to the elf carefully, lets the elf hunt with him, and takes her to the lake where he usually drinks water..."

"Xiaolong fell in love with the elf, and even picked the most beautiful diamond in his collection and gave it to the elf. But she didn't want it. She said that she only wanted the wisteria flower wrapped around the big tree. live."

"It turned out that the little elf came from the future. She said that the wisteria was her original body. After being destroyed by humans, Xiaolong picked her up and took good care of her so that she could successfully transform into a spirit."

"The little elf asked Xiaolong to protect the wisteria together. Xiaolong is glad that he didn't have the urge to dig up the big tree."

"Occasionally Xiaolong would go to human towns to rob treasures. That day, the little elves slept late, and Xiaolong came back after robbing an old castle. In addition to some golden utensils, he also brought a few books. Xiaolong originally planned to burn the books, but It accidentally saw a few words..."

"It turns out that ordinary flowers, plants and trees need a lot of spiritual energy to transform into spirits. In the current world, spiritual energy is scarce. If the wisteria wants to transform into a successful form, the possibility is very small, unless it is nourished with spiritual stones..."

"The little dragon told the little elf that it would take good care of the wisteria, let her change form, and let the little elf go back to the original world to accompany the little dragon. After the little elf returned, it immediately tore off the wisteria, uprooted the big tree, and dug out the spirit. stone."

"It guarded the wisteria and the spirit stone for 200 years, and then the elf finally took shape. The little dragon... no, it is a giant dragon now, and the dragon told the elf: the wisteria flower that is the elf's body was destroyed by evil humans Yes, it was the one who picked up the wisteria and took good care of it until it transformed into form..."

"The dragon sent the elf back to the past, and brought the elf back. In the end, they lived happily ever after..."

Chelsea was sleepy, and her little head was a little bit.

"Honey," Voldemort asked, leaning into her ear, "if you were an elf and knew what the dragon did...would you still love him?"

Chelsea murmured before falling asleep:

"I will. After all, Longlong...is for...love...well..."

Chelsea raised her head, faced Fay, and said, "Let me... tell you a story about a dragon and a wisteria elf."

The author has something to say: Gangzhen has eaten a lot of melons recently, such as the 12-year-old X25-year-old Canadian girl and music teacher. When writing articles, there is always a sense of déjà vu. Let me talk about my opinion:

Lao Fu is a pervert (I never deny this, I actually knew it when I wrote about it after school), and then he affected the whole value of Che Che like Zhang Muyi. He has a more positive view, and it is difficult to sever ties with him, but he will choose to forgive

I wrote this and chose to respect Che Che to continue to develop the story, but a pervert like Zhang Muyi must be thrown into the stinky ditch

Whether Lao Fu loves Che Che or not, he himself doesn't know, but at present they are inseparable from each other, and they will be entangled forever

The individual Fay disappeared after Myrtle was stripped. Lao Fu must have had a good impression and liking for Fay, but his scum lies in creating Chelsea to deny the existence of Fay.For a car, Lao Fu felt that the engine was not good, so he replaced the engine. You can say that the car is the same as the original, or it is not the same as the original.People who don't know cars think it's still the same car, and those who know cars will say that the eight-cylinder and four-cylinder are very different!Lao Fu likes to use the original shell with an eight-cylinder engine. It sounds cool to drive, and the wishes of the car itself are not important.

Next, we will start to return to Bucky and Yexi~ Everyone wave the plum light sticks to Bucky!