Win Wayne

When Wen replaced Wendy, she felt that this kind of life was really not a human life, but Wendy seemed to be very adaptable to this kind of life.

If one had to add an adjective to this degree of adaptation, Wen would say that Wendy adapted to this kind of life a little too much.

She seemed very used to it, and she was at home, her performance was completely different from her mood——the mood that Wendy experienced was completely different.

If it's true... no way, it's not true.

But if this is acting, Wendy is too perverted!

It even fits well with this crazy family.

Sure enough, it wasn't that the whole family didn't enter the house. Surrounded by her psychopathic father and psychopathic brothers, Wendy wasn't that normal either...but she was much more normal in comparison.

You can see that she made up her mind to stay away from her family anyway, and ran to the parallel world desperately.

It's not abnormal to the extreme, and it seems to be a little rescued.

Wen watched the daily life of the five members of this family for several days like watching a series. Perhaps because of a change in perspective, Wen saw the weird atmosphere of the whole family more intuitively.

Fighting between the eldest brother and the second brother is a daily occurrence.

Fighting between the second brother and the third brother is also a daily routine.

Fighting between the second brother and the youngest brother is also a daily occurrence.

The eldest brother would occasionally fight with the youngest brother, but not as violently as the second brother.

What surprised Wen the most was that his father would fight with these three sons... Is it true?Which wealthy family fights every day?

Oh shit!All the blood came out, and the ribs were all broken!The one lying on the ground was panting like a bellows!

The timeline in the whole castle seems to be chaotic, sometimes there are only father and Wendy, sometimes there are only elder brother and Wendy, sometimes there are only father, elder brother, second brother and Wendy... Sometimes there are five people, and Wen can only Judge the time roughly from Wendy's height and appearance.

Wendy looked even more delicate when she was a child than she is now, and she really fainted at the sight of blood.

Once when the eldest brother and the second brother were fighting fiercely, she caught her. Blood spattered and stained her skirt red. Wendy froze in place, her eyes rolled slowly, and she fell to the floor.

The second brother was stunned on the spot.

The eldest brother reacted quickly, rushed over to hug Wendy, and called the housekeeper to take care of Wendy. The second brother just watched from the side like a second idiot, not knowing where to put his hands.

Not to mention them, Wendu was frightened by Wendy's sudden fainting.

The little face was as white as a ghost, and the chest didn't rise and fall, and suddenly it looked like a sudden death.

A fight frightened my sister to death, I beg the psychological shadow of these two unlucky children... Although their fight was not very normal.

Ordinary people don't seem to have this kind of punching to the flesh when they fight, right?

But this is Gotham, maybe the Gotham people who have been tested by mentally ill villains are so hardcore?

Wen didn't know, and Wen didn't want to know.

She hid aside, watching the whole family hustle and bustle, crowded around Wendy. The psychopathic father also appeared, standing silently in front of Wen's hospital bed. behind him.

But this crazy father actually didn't say anything.

What, what, all, no, say.

Wen is going to die of anger, are you an idiot?Even if you don't scold big brother and second brother, you still have to comfort Wendy, right?Your weak and lovely little daughter is lying on the hospital bed, can you fart? ? ?

He said in a low voice: "...fighting is forbidden at home."

Oh shit.

Forget it if you really fart.

You don't need to say this, these two boys don't look like mentally handicapped, so why don't they know that they won't fight in front of Wendy in the future?

Wyn breathed heavily and finally shook her head in frustration.

It was hopeless, the family was hopeless.Wendy will be hopeless if she doesn't leave, her current acting skills are already abnormal, and it will become even more abnormal if she keeps holding back.

It's a pity that it seems that there are still several years before she leaves home. Then again, how did Wendy cultivate such miraculous acting skills without a teacher?

Wen followed Wendy back to the room.

She didn't go into Wendy's bedroom with Wendy very much, she didn't really want to do it, and she wandered around the castle more often, feeling like a ghost.

The portraits hanging on the wall looked at her through the picture frame, their eyes were arrogant, but there was sadness hidden in the depths.

Those faces gradually overlapped with Wendy in the mirror, and the beautiful girl stared at the face in the mirror, arrogant and sad.

Wen didn't feel anything at first, but soon felt creepy.

Wendy stared at the mirror for too long, during which time she didn't do anything, she didn't make up or wipe her face, she just stared deeply at herself in the mirror, as if that face was completely unfamiliar to her.

This attitude of indifference is terrifyingly neurotic, and it seems completely insulated from normality.

But it is very strange, the way she looks at herself in the mirror is full of charm - not pure charm, but more like a kind of tension that always lifts her heart high when watching a thriller and suspense movie.

Wen wanted to walk away, but couldn't help but continue to look behind.

She wanted to know how things would develop, and also wanted to know why Wendy stared at herself in the mirror so intently, but Wendy stared at the mirror for a long time, and got up to turn off the light without saying a word.

Only Wen was left in a daze in the dark.

She seemed to have looked at Wendy briefly just now.

……illusion?

But it's not like an illusion.

She kept thinking about the time in the castle all night, but she couldn't figure out what was going on. It was rare for Wen to think about one thing for so long, but she was also free. When the next day came, she Just gave up thinking.

Wendy's day as the smirk girl begins again.

Wendy rarely admired anyone sincerely, but from now on she decided to regard Wendy as an object of admiration.

She really has never seen anyone else who can engrave the restraint and elegance in behavior and speech into the bone marrow like Wendy, especially when she knows very well that Wendy's heart is not what she shows. when.

Wendy, you have such good looks and figure, your dancing skills, your wealth background, and your superb acting skills.

If you don't join Hollywood, it's a loss for the American entertainment industry!

The atmosphere at the table was still silent. Wendy noticed a detail. Wendy ate at a constant speed. She was always the last person at the table to finish eating, but she was only half a minute slower than the penultimate person. .

...You are really trying too hard.

Wen shook his head in his heart, and felt that the castle was too stuffy, so he took out an umbrella from Wendy's room, and went out with the umbrella.

She can't touch anyone, but she can use various items, and no one will have doubts about those things that move their positions.

Except Wendy.

Wendy seemed to be able to sense her vaguely, but she wasn't sure.

The torrential rain was still falling. Wen turned the umbrella and watched the raindrops splashing off the umbrella surface, hitting large swaths of water. No matter how carefully she stood at a distance, she was still inevitably wet by the water. calves.

She went back to the villa again, wiped off the muddy water on her calf, and hung up the dirty towel.

When walking out of the room again, Wen was shocked to find that she had left Gotham's castle unknowingly?

The place was clearly New York, even in the apartment she was living in now.

Wen didn't know when she got here, because the bathroom in this apartment was exactly the same as the bathroom in Gotham connected to Wendy's bedroom.

At what moment did the scene change occur?When she took the towel from the hanger, or when she bent down to wipe her calf, or the second she stepped out of the bathroom?

Wen sighed, thinking that no matter what, this dream was beyond her control, so she could only accept it calmly.

Anyway, Wendy has run away from home now!

There are no psychotic family members in the parallel world, so Wendy can also relax!

Unexpectedly, not long after Wen thought this way, in her thoughts, it was only a moment of God's time before there was a knock on the door.

Wendy opened the door.

Wendy's father stood outside the door, dressed like a dog, with a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

Before Wen could be surprised why there was him in the parallel world, he was pissed off: Damn you, a father, don't even know your daughter is allergic to pollen?Are you too sick?

After getting closer, Wen found that she had misunderstood. This large bouquet of flowers was not real flowers, but a decoration composed of diamonds, pearls, red agates and silks of various colors. Holding the huge bunch in her arms, Wendy looked at The bouquet of flowers, smiled slightly.

Her father leaned down and said something to her, and then said, "Go home, Wendy."

She lowered her eyes and followed him out of the apartment.

The scene returns to the castle in Gotham, which is always shrouded in torrential rain.

temperature:"……"

She began to sort out what happened.

Wendy did run away from home, but she hasn't run away from home to the parallel world, but is very ordinary, running away from home in her own world.

Her father found her very quickly. It is unclear exactly how she was found, but rich people have many means, so let’s ignore this point. In short, after being found, Wendy was easily taken home by her father .

After thinking it over, Wen: "..."

Wendy, you are too easy to coax, right? !

Even if you don't ask you to act like you did to your father, can't you say a few words to him?Can't you vent your emotions?Won't you cry and get angry?Don't you accuse him of being irresponsible?

If your family members are sick, you are sick too!

Wen was very angry, but she didn't expect that she could encounter things that made her more angry.

Wendy ran away from home again.

Wendy was brought home again by her father.

Wendy ran away from home again.

Wendy was brought home again by her father.

Wendy left home again...and was her father again...

temperature:"……"

She couldn't get angry.

Not only was she unable to get angry, but she also found the scene very funny.

But there is a trace of desolation in the funny, a trace of desolation in the absurdity, and a trace of desolation in the cruelty.After all, the more people want to laugh, the more bleak they feel.

What is this called?

So sick.

Later, even if Wendy flirts with her father's rumored partners, Wendy can watch it all the way without any turbulence... Well, it's a lie that there is no turmoil in my heart.

Damn it, she only knew that Wendy had gotten a lot of people, but she didn't know that Wendy was so good at it!

Such a hazy and pure face, such elegant and restrained movements, yet such a tough and arrogant attitude, every whisper in the ear is full of control and aggression.

And Wendy, who can only say "Why don't you die" when swearing, is actually the type with a lot of dirty words, a rich and varied vocabulary, and she loves to play humiliation...Damn it, Wendy was scared Silly.

I'm sorry she shouldn't think Wendy can't swear.

She was wrong, now that Wen knows, Wendy probably doesn't think those swear words count as insults at all, does she? !

For Wendy, swear words are used, and only used to flirt and set the mood on that.

In her mind, these words have specific scenes where they should appear, and there is an equal sign between dirty words and that.

It's warm, cheerful, and able to do things that don't conform to the person's design without violating its own design. It's no wonder Wendy is so uncontrollable and unable to extricate herself...

Obviously a person who has no worries about food and clothing, is beautiful and rich, and even has a high IQ, and lives a life of luxury and pleasure, but why the more I know Wendy, the more I feel that Wendy's life is miserable.

Wen sat on the roof in a daze with his brain free, and didn't care if he was soaked through.

It wasn't very cold anyway, so she waited until she couldn't stand it before going into the room to change clothes.

She really waited until she was shivering from the cold before going back to the bedroom to take a shower and change clothes.

Wendy was sitting in the room, carefully applying lipstick in front of the mirror. The lipsticks she chose were all orange-colored everyday lipsticks, which were so beautiful that even colorful lipsticks could be suppressed, so she simply applied gold powder.

Wen thought so, and said so.

Wendy stared at herself in the mirror, then wiped off the dirty orange she had just applied, reached out and took off the bright red lipstick with gold powder and reapplied it.

This time Wen was sure that Wendy really felt her.

So instead of walking away, she followed Wendy to see what Wendy was going to do.

Wendy walked into the study room, took out a collection of poems from the bookshelf, and then calmly walked to the reading sofa not far away with the book in her arms.

The frequency of this study is quite high, and every time it appears, it is very peaceful.

Wendy liked to stay here since she was a child. Sometimes, the girl who walked in and sat on the sofa reading was a girl who seemed to be almost an adult, but when she opened the book and immersed herself in the words, Wendy's body But it will suddenly shrink.

When she was studying, she often turned into a child, with a childish smile and a crisp childish voice.

Wendy would definitely not like what she was about to see.

There is already someone over there, Wendy's second brother.

He lowered his head and turned the pages of the book with relish, without even noticing Wendy's approach.

Wendy seemed to hesitate to say hello, but she was really not happy to see other people here, so in the end, she chose to follow her heart and kept a little distance from her second brother without saying anything. Sit down, open the book and read.

When she came, the second brother had already read most of the book in his hand.

He read the whole book only to notice that Wendy was sitting across from him.

He obviously hesitated to leave, but seeing Wendy's focused expression, he sat back again, turned the book forward to a certain page, and started reading again.

Wen felt so relieved!

Now that she has no hope for Wendy to wake up or Wendy's father to wake up, but the second brother who Wendy rated as "not bad" seems to be a little warm for Wendy who is cold inside. possible!

Wen stared at his second brother closely, and shouted in his heart: What are you pretending to be, you have already finished reading this book!Hurry up and talk to your lovely sister, do you hear me!Talk to her quickly!

To tell you the truth, your beautiful sister is not very particular about things, if you warm her up, she will make you very happy!

Damn you still watching, what are you watching... Are you really fascinated by it? !

Wen's mood was very complicated. It stands to reason that boys of this age would instinctively look at beautiful girls a few more times. Wasn't he deliberately turning forward the finished novel just to spend more time with Wendy?

But he was actually re-reading the book.

Although the younger sister in name can't really do anything - but considering what Wendy said about her and her eldest brother, Wen has reservations about this - no matter if you can really do anything, can you sneak a few glances at the younger sister anyway?

Wen wants to see what novel the second brother reads so fascinated.

She bent down and looked at the cover of the book.

The Count of Monte Cristo.

This book...it's true, it's...fascinating...

Wen straightened up with complicated emotions, and sat down next to Wendy dejectedly, thinking that it's up to you, anyway, I'm a really transparent person now, so whatever you like!

Unexpectedly, when Wendy put down the poetry collection and got up to leave, the second brother also put down the book in his hand.

"You..." he said a little unnaturally, "Is your lipstick new today?"

Wen heard this sentence clearly.

But Wen couldn't figure it out: You wouldn't take a peek at a beautiful girl sitting across from you, but you could find out that she had changed a new lipstick in the first place?

Then she remembered that Wendy's mouth was bright red with gold powder, which was very different from Wendy's low-key and elegant ladylike style in the past. Basically, anyone who is not blind can spot it.

This topic is on the right track.

"Yeah." Wendy said softly, "I don't know why, I'm in a good mood today, so I used the most gorgeous colors."

Wen was still expecting the two of them to say a few more words, so Wendy got up, put the poetry collection back on the shelf, and left the study.

"Goodbye." Before leaving, Wendy said.

"Goodbye." Wendy's second brother said.

Wen was desperate for this family, but it was Wendy who made her even more desperate.

Maybe she will see another runaway in the near future, and after leaving the family, Wendy will be approached by her father in a short time, and after she can't say a few words, she will go home with her father...

Unexpectedly, things developed differently from what Wen had imagined.

The timeline that kept jumping back and forth seemed to be stable at this age group. Wendy would always go to the study to read, usually after afternoon tea and before the evening meal.

Her second brother is always there too.

They seldom talk, never taste the books they read with each other, let alone express opinions or dispute which author is an embroidered pillow, which author has a false name, and the greetings in life are completely non-existent.

They just sit in a fixed position, read a book that is not fixed, and wait for the time to pass.

But sometimes, even when the second brother was still there, Wendy who was reading would turn into a child, with flushed cheeks, pinching the pages of the book with fleshy fingers, giggling, and shaking her short legs lively.

Little Wendy raised the book in front of her, opened her round eyes wide, and stared curiously at her second brother from behind the pages.

She raised her finger, pointed a pistol at her second brother, and said, "Bang!"

The second brother didn't respond, but she laughed so hard that she rolled on the sofa.

She also likes to pick out the swear words in Shakespeare's famous works and recite them to her second brother, reciting in her immature childlike English accent: "You box full of eccentricities, a chest full of beasts, swollen pustules, huge sack of wine...sanctified villain...speaking scoundrel, vicious and detestable old Satan who tempts youth!"

The second brother still didn't respond, she was even happier, jumping up and down on the sofa.

Wen gradually became less anxious.

She thinks... Wendy's second brother seems to have something to do!

The two of them already had a strange tacit understanding and a relationship was sprouting. This kind of relationship was between family and friendship. In fact, Wen felt that the second brother seemed to be a good boyfriend, but he obviously didn't have such a muscle for Wendy.

As for Wendy, Wen didn't know what to say.

She vaguely felt that while Wendy was enjoying that, she also hated this thing that made her happy and uncontrollable.

As if with a sense of revenge, Wendy used this as a tool to express her hatred.

The distance between the second brother and her will not make her nervous or excited, nor will it make her feel that she is under control. This distance makes her feel stable and self-controlled like white water, so she likes to be with the second brother very much. Reading in the study.

However, Wen thought, when Wendy mentioned her second brother, what did she say?

It seems that the second brother died in a car accident?

A bad premonition rose in Wen's heart. Sure enough, as time went by, Wendy and her second brother seemed more and more comfortable and harmonious when getting along, but her smile became more and more sad.

When the door was opened again, there was no one in the study.

Wendy rarely showed a ladylike smile. She walked to the reading sofa with a cold expression, stopped and stared at the sofa where the second brother had been sitting for a while.

Let's break out, Wen Mo Nian, kick hard!overthrow it!Go to the kitchen and poke it with a knife!

Set it on fire!

It's not enough to just burn the sofa, burn the whole study!Burn down the whole castle!You'll be happy if you burn it, Wendy, believe me!

Damn you stop holding back!Oh shit!Your family is so difficult!

But the big explosion that Wendy was expecting did not appear, Wendy stared at the sofa for a few minutes, then sat down on the opposite side of the sofa without saying anything.

Wen: "..." Wendy, you can do it, you really can.

Wendy suddenly got up again, Wendy's eyes lit up, and under her expectant gaze, Wendy went to the bookshelf to take out a book, returned to her seat and started reading.

She watched quietly, and slowly turned the pages back until she finished reading, then turned back a bit, and re-read from a certain part in the middle.

She finished the book for the second time and got up to put it back on the shelf.

Wen finally saw the title of the book.

The Count of Monte Cristo.

Wendy walked out of the study quietly, and with every step she took, her body would shrink a little bit. She became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a young little girl.

The little girl sobbed and wiped her face, crying with tears all over her face.

"Good-bye, Lord Crime Lane," she said in a child's voice.

Oh shit.

Wen choked.