Is she blooming today? [Zhongyingmei]

"My girl, you know, too many people want to hurt you in this city."

The clown taught the little girl how to make a very destructive and obviously harmful item. However, there was no superfluous meaning in his expression, which was quite ordinary and even a little interesting. He touched the little girl's unevenly dyed hair. A small clip was put on the hair while no one was paying attention, but Sierra felt it immediately.

Coming out of the state of concentrating, Sera stretched out her hand and touched it. She turned back sideways, tilted her head to see that he didn't speak, and blinked her long curly eyelashes. She is now a cute little girl .

The clown looked away and licked his lower lip, without looking at her, "Lovelyhairpin, doyoulikeit?"

Sierra:?But how does this shape look like a cute, cute, little hairpin?

The man with oil paint on his face had gloomy eyes, the corners of his mouth tightened to look even more terrifying, "Look, girl, you don't need to knowalot."

But he was the one who was chattering, he didn't care what Sierra's expression was, and continued talking to himself: "Doyouknow? It's made of a curved shell."

"I've been hurt in the face, from here to here," the clown not only said, but also gestured to Selah in the way she looked at the big liar, just from side to side of his painted scarlet lips, he was not guilty and out of breath , Seemingly serious and serious.

Then he raised his eyebrows at the little girl, showing a weird meaningless smile, "Yes, that's right. When my wife was pregnant, the debt collector cametous. Because we couldn't pay the debt, he shot me."

This story is still interesting, but Sera refuted him slowly: "Yes, I have heard more than one version of your story." She also gestured to others, drawing a big circle with her hands, "It's all you From my own mouth, the true version."

The atmosphere was stagnant.

But the clown didn't take it seriously, he caressed the little girl's cheek with his pale and cold hand, with an inexplicable smile in his eyes, his tone was elongated strangely, as if a snake had licked someone's ear, he said : "Buthow can Ilietoyou?"

In fact, their communication didn't last long, because the clown distracted Sera's attention, causing her subordinates to fail to produce the laughing gas, and the chemical reaction was quite serious. At least the clown didn't want to throw this dwarf carrot into the chemical pool After washing once, the short gene can't be changed by washing again.

The clown reacted quickly, counting time from the moment he noticed it, but he didn't pay much attention until the weird green gas overflowed and was about to touch Selah before he diaped her out of the laboratory. Selah, who was still dazed, didn't quite understand, The clown just casually took out the lighter from his pocket and lit it, throwing it in.

With the strange chemical reaction, Sera opened her round eyes, and a foul-smelling strange gas rose from the room behind her, and the light green smoke slowly dispersed in the air.

The clown grabbed her face and mocked ruthlessly, "Whoa, your experiment failed." It didn't matter that it was caused by him distracting her attention. Of course he would remind her: "It's dangerous. Don't try it easily."

For things that Batman hasn't done yet, follow what he taught, and don't try the rest casually.

The clown does have malice towards Sera, but he doesn't intend to destroy her at this time. Isn't it interesting to watch her struggle to survive in the world?

With an extremely weird smile on the corner of his mouth, Sera didn't understand where he felt funny, and the clown turned cold instantly, and directly covered her eyes with his hands, his soft eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings, and the palm of his hand was Feeling itchy, the man's eyes were heavy, and he felt tasteless for a while.

"Okay, girl, now you need to get used to Gotham."

In Gotham, no one will bring salvation to others. Even if someone is walking in the dark, trying to bring light, but this hope is too slim after all. If she doesn't adapt as soon as possible, she will die at some point Buried by this city, among those dead bones, there is not much more of her, and one less of her.

He didn't know what kind of death and rebirth the soul in front of him had experienced, but Arthur knew that his Fulaer had already experienced death, and they were entangled in her soul. There is no light to be found in the darkness, the light of her soul rekindles from the ashes, and it is so weak that it will go out at any time.

Two clowns, two completely different cognitions, and she may look different in the eyes of everyone.

Batman saw her fear and fear, Damian felt her loneliness, the old housekeeper loved a little girl who was scarred and lost her most loved one, and Bane looked down and saw a soul that was so desperate that it was almost crazy.

She was crying silently for help—help her.

They all agreed.

At night, Halle and Sera slept together. She washed the little girl out of the bathtub and put a big bath towel on it. Sera was so dazed that she didn't even do it herself. The obedient and soft little flower let Halle set it on her. There are different styles of cartoon pajamas, from Stitch Pikachu to bear and dinosaur. Finally, it was difficult to choose a Totoro pajamas before giving up.

Harley stood beside the bed in her bathrobe, and wiped her hair with a dry towel. After washing off the disposable dye, her hair was still rough and slightly dull light blonde. A single strand of hair was uneven in thickness, which could be seen How poor her body used to be, she was malnourished and has not been able to raise herself up to now.

Sierra was so soft that she didn't resist being arranged at all. She was already a little sleepy before her hair was brushed. She leaned against Harley's arms next to her, with her head in her arms, and was avoided by Harry. Open → In order not to interfere with the action of wiping her hair, she still insisted on rubbing it.

With such a small flower in his arms, Harry loved the sweetheart he found so much, with a sweet smile on his face, he kissed her on the forehead, but he had no choice but to coax her, "Sweetheart, you can't sleep yet!" , if you don’t wipe your hair clean, you’ll catch a cold tomorrow.” Who has ever seen Harley Quinn look so gentle and coaxing.

But she was really sleepy. Sera's expression was pure and innocent, and there were water ripples in her pair of clear green eyes. When she looked at people, the water shimmered. Harley almost couldn't hold on, but there was the sound of the door opening behind her. , she immediately became determined, "No, no, you must wipe your hair clean."

It’s really slow to wipe her hair. Someone handed a hair dryer behind Harley. She took it and sent a naughty and sweet wink. Sierra has slowly closed her eyes and tried repeatedly on the verge of falling asleep. If it wasn’t for her ears There is also the whining of the hair dryer, she may have fallen asleep long ago.

When Sera became conscious again, she opened her eyes and saw a weird and funny mask in front of her. The clown sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, threw away the clown mask in his hand, and pulled the corner of his mouth, "Do you want to listen to bedtime stories?"

Sierra looked at the small alarm clock next to the bed, it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and when she woke up from sleep, she would tell a bedtime story?But doesn't this timing feel wrong?What kind of behavior motivation psychological thinking is this.

The clown dimmed the extremely bright lights that Halle had left on, and Sela found comfort in her eyes, the tears from the corners of which had previously been stimulated falling into her tangled hair, listening to the clown's eerie, drawn-out, husky voice. The voice of the fairy tale, "WhokilledCockRobin?"

When the knell rings for poor robin, and all the birds in the air begin to sing, who killed the robin?

"Toallit concerns,

This notice apprises,

The Sparrow's fortrial,

Atnext bird s sizes."

The sleepy little girl opened her eyes, and she didn't know who was more pitiful, she or the robin. Little Hua couldn't sleep, and now everyone here counted as one, and they were all innocent.

And who killed the mockingbird?The clown's level of reading fairy tales is really terrible, on par with Arthur's father, Sera slowly took his hand, and put his cheek on the back of his hand.

The clown paused, "Gotosleepnow."

The once little flower was trapped in a deep nightmare, even in every darkness she saw at night, there were horrible and devouring monsters hidden, countless eyes were watching her, countless figures passed by her side, They are indifferent, they watch, they judge.

After falling asleep again and again, the little girl collapsed to the point of crying. She didn't dare to close her eyes at night, fearing any shadow and any sound that could be heard. Then the man accompanied her, and he told her: "Flar, this is not your fault."

It's not your fault, if you are out of tune with this world, if you can't understand it, adapt to it, then it's not your fault, why do you insist on making a mistake instead of acknowledging that the world is wrong?

If a world is beautiful, why would evil be born, and then let such a little girl come into the world and fall to the ground?

If a world is beautiful, why can't you treat her gently and let her grow up safely?

It's not her fault.

Serra looked up at the clown. "They all killed the mockingbirds," all the birds were judges, all criminals.

"The mockingbird knew from the first that he was going to die."

The robin kills himself, he knows the court of birds, the court of birds has killed other birds before him, no longer knows which bird founded the court of birds, the courts exist, judge them, there is no Any bird is innocent.

There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, he withdrew his hand in a daze, pressed the little flower back into the bed, and responded to her when he closed the door and was about to go out:

"That's right, but you don't have any reward."

The author has something to say:

Clown: (Adopting a daughter) It smells so good.

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I wrote more than 3000 words and deleted all of them and rewritten them... I originally thought that I would not update them today, but I would lose a [-]-character chapter tomorrow, but I still wanted to post it today√

This chapter has a lot of English