Win Wayne

Wen didn't open the "The Count of Monte Cristo" until the end.

She was very unhappy, and she started to complain as soon as she returned to the room: "Is there anyone like you, Wendy? Tell me yourself, is there anyone like you who disrupts the situation?"

"I didn't tear you down." Wendy turned her head with hatred, "I just..."

"You just can't control yourself, right?" Wen accused her loudly, "Aren't you good at controlling negative emotions? Why can't you control yourself when you encounter this situation?"

"..."

"I won't tell you this anymore, you're going to piss me off." Wen threw himself on the bed angrily, thumping the pillow in frustration, "I'll hit you, hit you, hit you, hit you!"

"Don't be angry." Wendy softened her voice, but what she said was not the case, "Anyway, you can forget about it after you sleep."

"I'm not so heartless either!"

"But you actually don't really care at all." Wendy said softly, "We are the same person, and we are not the same person. Our feelings are not really connected. You have never experienced my feelings."

"I don't like to hear what you say!" Wen suddenly raised his head from the pillow.

The hair that became messy from the beating stuck to her lips, Wen was angry, and spat out the hair that was in his mouth—the hair that was wet with saliva stuck to her chin again, she He could only turn over and sit down, and push all those hairs behind his ears.

After all this was done, Wen found that she was indeed not angry anymore.

temperature:"……"

Facing Wendy's calm eyes, she said angrily, "...You're right."

After pausing for a while, she insisted resolutely: "Although I'm not angry, I'm still panicked!"

"Why do you care so much about my affairs?" Wendy looked at her inquiringly, "I know you are the most important person for my own happiness, as long as you don't meddle in my affairs."

"It's impossible for me to ignore it. As you said before, in the eyes of others, we are the same person." Wen said, "It's weird, I think I'm not the same as you at all, but sometimes... There are times when I feel like we are the same person."

Wendy clenched her fingers tightly, and then slowly loosened them.

"Why do you suddenly think so?"

"I didn't think about it. Intuition." Wen said, "I know you always think that I don't use my brain when doing things, but I'm not stupid. There is a difference between being lazy and not thinking. It's just that my concept is very different from yours. You value too much, for me..."

"For you, there are very few things worth thinking about in this world." Wendy continued the next sentence in a low voice.

"You understand me very well," Wen said, "I kind of believe what you said earlier."

"I've said a lot. Which one do you mean?"

"You killed me many times but you can't drive me away." Wen became curious, "What was I like in the past? Similar to me now?"

"...It's hard to say." Wendy showed a hesitant expression visible to the naked eye, "I always thought you were very dangerous in the past."

"I'm in no danger! Just kidding!" Wen said with a face full of disbelief, "Is there anyone who is less troublesome than me? Sister, you are seriously suspicious of personality and paranoid about being persecuted?"

"You know my experience," Wendy didn't deny, "how safe can I see this world?"

"That's right." Wen was persuaded, "You are right to be vigilant."

She yawned a little, looked at the moon that was about to set outside the window, and murmured: "The moon in Gotham is very beautiful, is it because it rarely appears? I don't seem to have noticed the moon in New York. But when I come to Gotham, I feel so excited when there is a little light outside at night..."

She squeezed into the quilt, turned her head, and gradually closed her eyes.

Wendy thought Wen was going to fall asleep.

"...Hey," Wen said vaguely, "Wendy."

"what?"

"Don't look for the moon in Gotham," she said, turning her back to the window, and said clearly, "Actually, you know the moon is always there, right? It's just there, why bother to see it?" Woolen cloth?"

"..."

Wendy didn't answer.

Wen was awakened by a gentle male voice.

This voice is very pleasant, like the sound of ocean waves. If she heard it at other times, she would stop and listen attentively to what the other person said, but now she was so sleepy that she just felt that the other person was too annoying.

What are you doing with your disturbing dreams early in the morning!

Don't you know she went to bed very late last night!

She opened her eyes angrily, but was startled by the upside-down angle she saw in front of her eyes—why was she standing?Didn't she fall asleep on the bed?

Wen was wide awake.

The breeze was blowing against her cheek, the sun was shining through the window, and there was a warm sweet smell in the air.

This is not the air of Gotham.

The air in Gotham smells of damp dust, and the second brother's stronghold also installed an air filter to take care of her, but obviously the second brother couldn't get the best one for various reasons, so the stronghold in the stronghold The air quality is just at the bottom line that she can accept, but the air in this place smells clean and clear, like a rainforest covered by trees.

And better than the rainforest.

Wen has never smelled a rainforest, but guessed that the air in those places should be filled with the smell of soil and the strange smell of rotting animals and plants, but the air in this place is not. It is very clean and clear, as if it can be seen at a glance. creek.

She was intoxicated for a moment, and it took a few seconds for her to realize that she was dreaming.

It’s no wonder she didn’t react, the previous dreams had a strong sense of surrealism, like watching a movie, the contrast between light and shadow is very strong, and every scene has the texture of a medieval oil painting, thick and three-dimensional , beautiful but stale.

Not to mention the impossibility of reality, the hallway full of dancing ballerinas is so dreamlike that no one would take it seriously.

But the atmosphere of the dream was quite different.This dream is very realistic, not much different from the real situation, and there are many details.

For example, this sweet air - in the previous dream, she didn't feel so deeply.

Fortunately, it's not that Wen has never been here before, and she quickly recognized where she was.

This is Wendy's bedroom.

The room is very large and divided into several areas. She is standing on the edge of the balcony in the bedroom, and the voice is coming from the bed.Wen walked towards the direction of the sound, and immediately bumped into Wendy who was leaning on the bed and rubbing her eyes... Wendy?

Wen looked at the little girl in shock—how old is she?Are you five years old?

The oldest is no more than five years old, so immature astonishingly.Wendy's facial features were originally soft and round, which also neutralized Wendy's charming eyes very well, but this five-year-old Wendy looked completely round and cute.

That is, for a little girl, she was still too thin.

She was wearing a creamy white nightdress with ruffled leaves, and there was not much excess flesh on her arms. The fingers rubbing her eyes were small and slender, which was different from the little girls of this age in Wen's impression.

Aren't children all chubby and chubby?There are cute, hamster-like little cheeks, and there are small dimples on the fingers.

Not Wendy.She looks like a beautifully animated character, small but delicate.

"Get up, Wendy." Wen heard what the gentle male voice said, "Laying in bed is not a good habit."

...You know what a fart!

Why can't children stay in bed?

If you didn't stay in bed when you were a child, wouldn't it be nice for an adult to stay in bed?

What nonsense to say, of course, children can act coquettishly and sleep on the bed, and only adults need to restrain themselves in the future!

In just a few years of life, you can be carefree, speechless and foolishly thinking about nothing, and if you do something wrong, you will look cute—what kind of psychopathy would you want to deprive a child of happiness like this!

"Yeah." Wendy said obediently, "Get up, Dad."

……Oh shit.

So nice.

Wendy was about to cry, and her relief and anger were intertwined. She watched little Wendy throw off the quilt and climb awkwardly to the side of the bed. bigger.

It took her a long time to crawl to the edge of the bed, and she sat firmly, poking out her cute little feet, and using her toes to hook the shoes on the low stool.

The man sitting by the bed hugged her waist and lifted her up.

Little Wendy giggled, damn it, Wen Xin said that you are so happy with such a mentally handicapped game... Well, it's my fault, I can't ask too much of such a little girl.

"Higher! Higher!" Little Wendy cheered, "Daddy! Higher!"

The man threw her up and caught her, threw her up and caught her again, Wendy let out a louder laugh in mid-air, but Wen felt his heart shattered.

Oh shit!Oh shit!

Are you funny!

Are you sick!

Your daughter is only this old!Children have soft bones!You can throw her to death if you miss it!Even if you fall on the bed, you will break your bones!What misunderstanding do you have about the fragility of children!

Wen is going crazy, damn it!Wouldn't you be honest to play with the mentally handicapped? You have to play a big one. If you don't know how to take care of your children, please hire a babysitter. I beg you!Wendy is so lucky to be alive!

Of course she knew that Wendy's father couldn't miss it, or even if he did miss it, he would solve it perfectly, but this scene made her heart stop beating, it was too exciting, she didn't want to watch it, but Wendy smiled so brightly, Wendy had never seen Wendy so happy.

She couldn't help but read on. Fortunately, the game of tossing and catching didn't last long. Wendy's father held Wendy in his arms and kissed Wendy's face tenderly.

The dream was very realistic, but Wen still couldn't see what this guy looked like, only vaguely felt that he was very handsome.

Not looks, but a sheer, temperamental charisma.

She wasn't surprised either, Wendy was so beautiful, it was only surprising that her father was so ugly.

"Okay, okay, let's stop playing, Alfred will accuse me again when he sees it." The man said, putting Wen next to the bed, "Hurry up and change your clothes and go downstairs for dinner."

"Okay!" Wendy replied blushing.

Who is Alfred?nanny?Sounds like a man's name, butler?

It should be the housekeeper's name.

The scene quickly changed to breakfast. The food was rich, but Wendy wrinkled her face and reluctantly fiddled with the broccoli on the plate.

"Don't be picky, Wendy." The man said gently, "Alfred will be sad if he doesn't eat all of it."

"I don't like this." Wendy replied in a low voice, "Hasn't Alfred thought that cooking something I don't like will make me sad?"

Wen burst out laughing in his heart, damn it, it turns out that Wendy has been such a logical genius since she was a child.

The man was also choked for a while, and he put down the half-eaten breakfast dumbfounded for a while, walked over and hugged Wendy to his lap, then cut open the broccoli and fried egg with a fork, patiently Cut them into many servings.

He forked a small piece of broccoli and a fried egg, mixed the two together, and held Wendy in his arms to his mouth.

"We don't have to eat it all," he coaxed Wendy, "you can eat as much broccoli as there are fried eggs, okay?"

There were significantly more broccoli bits on the plate than fried eggs.

Wendy could also see that, she pursed her lips, counted the number seriously, and then nodded with patience and reluctance.

"Okay." She said, emphasizing again, "Don't eat the rest."

"I won't eat the rest." The man promised, "Daddy will help you eat."

"Don't tell Alfred." Wendy made another new request, "Don't tell Alfred."

"Really? Wendy is such a good boy. If Alfred makes you sad, you don't want him to be sad." The man said in a childish tone, "Okay, we won't tell Alfred."

temperature:"……"

Oh shit.

Wendy has been so soft since she was a child. It is true that she saw her old age when she was three years old.

But Wendy's father seemed to get along very well with Wendy when he was a child, he was a sweet model father and daughter getting along, why did it get so ugly afterwards.

And, how did she look, the broccoli pieces were all different sizes?

Little Wendy also found out.

With difficulty, as a punishment, she ate a few fried eggs with broccoli before realizing that her father had been picking the biggest piece of leftover broccoli.

At this rate, she would still eat most of the broccoli.

When his father handed the fork to her mouth again, little Wendy pushed his father's hand away angrily.

"You, you, you are cheating!" Her little face flushed again, and this time she was angry, "You are lying!"

Wen's point was wrong: You can speak such a clever vocabulary like swindling at such a young age!Also used it right!

So smart!As expected of Wendy!

Although it was obvious that he had thought about it for a while before shaking the word, it was very clever.

"Huh?" The man immediately realized that Wendy had discovered his trickery, and he said cunningly, "What's wrong with Wendy? Didn't we agree before?"

"You're giving me the biggest broccoli! That's not right!"

"But we didn't say we couldn't do it before." The man said, his voice was soaked with laughter, which made people's scalp tingle, "right?"

Wen Chuli was furious: Are you human for playing tricks on such a little girl!

...Okay, okay, she has to admit that this scene looks really gentle and cute, and the atmosphere where both father and daughter are fussing over every detail is also very warm. Playing with small thoughts in such a cute place really makes people feel angry .

Little Wendy was clearly confused by her father's rhetoric, she was stunned for a long time, and finally decided to use the child's privilege.

She cheated.

"No! Don't! You can't do this!" Her voice was full of soft grievances, "You can't give me the biggest every time!"

"Then what do you want?"

"For the youngest!"

"Okay." His father compromised very quickly, "then eat the smallest one every time. But—"

Here come the routines, Wen can be understood, this father has a lot of routines, Wendy is only five years old, she can't play with her father's.

"What?" Little Wendy, her face was full of vigilance.

This poor child, it seems that he has been tricked by his father many times.

Why is Wen so happy?

"But the smallest piece is too small. You see, the two together are not as big as the largest piece." Her father put the two smallest pieces of the remaining broccoli aside, and the largest piece. Put the piece over, "So, if you want to eat the smallest one, you have to eat two at a time."

temperature:"……"

Why are you like this!A big man like you, using this method to trick your little daughter, what do you look like, huh?See for yourself what you look like?Are you plausible?

You have read your daughter's mind too accurately!

Good guy, this time Wendy has to eat two broccoli in one sitting... After all the calculations, I have to eat most of the broccoli!

Whether Wendy agrees or not, he has to eat most of it. Isn't this man too clever?Wendy, admit defeat, you can't figure out your father, unless you play tricks and quit!

But after a serious comparison, Wendy agreed to her father's proposal.

"Okay." She said, "This time it can't be changed!"

temperature:"……"

She watched with a delicate mood as little Wendy ate the food her father brought to her mouth one by one. The leftover broccoli was indeed the biggest, but so what, Wendy ate it after all. Most of them, and I didn't even realize it.

The remaining few pieces were eaten by her father in a few mouthfuls. Wendy jumped off his father's knee and sat back, waiting with wide eyes for his father to finish eating.

Her eagerness to try made Wen a little curious.

There should be some pre-plot, but this dream started today, so she doesn't know what will happen next.Taking a closer look, Wen was carrying a small backpack on her back, and she was also wearing a sports suit that didn't affect her activities.

...Wen has never seen Wendy without a skirt.

But she didn't pay attention to this before, Wendy is only this old now, so the clothes she wears shouldn't be decided by herself?After all, such a little girl can't say that she has any aesthetics at all. The clothes she is wearing have been put on the bedside before, and someone may have matched them for her.

Could it have been prepared for her by her father?

If it was before, Wen wouldn't have such associations at all. Wendy's poor family environment is deeply rooted in her thoughts, but today's dream is a huge reversal. Wen never thought that Wen Wen and her father would have such a gentle and beautiful life. time.

If she had seen this scene in the first place...

Maybe she will be like Wendy, persistent in her father's love, and brood over what happened later.

After all, it was once so gentle and beautiful.

Just like herself, she knows that she has a warm and healthy family environment. If her parents suddenly changed from the gentleness in the past, became cold and assertive, and became indifferent to her when she was ten years old, she would also Painful and incomprehensible.

The most obsessive things in this world are never those that have not been obtained, but those that have been obtained but lost.

It's like the wealthy second generation suddenly going bankrupt, the beauties who are so beautiful are suddenly disfigured, and the powerful heroes are suddenly paralyzed.

A person who has been lovingly and meticulously... suddenly lost this love.

The scene in front of him was still so warm and moving, but Wen, who knew that there would be a turning point later, suddenly lost interest.

What's the point of this scenario?Even if she knew that Wendy and his father were not like that in the beginning, wouldn't this turn of events be more unacceptable?

Let's say Wendy didn't get it in the first place.

Suppose the atmosphere in this family was so cold in the beginning.

Suppose Wendy doesn't have hope for her family in the first place.

——All tragedies will not exist.

Wen even began to dissatisfy with this gentle and considerate father.It would be better not to be nice to Wendy at all, she thought, just not to be nice to her all the time.

Don't pet her, don't care so much about her thoughts, don't let her eat more vegetables in the direction of her thinking.

Just don't love her, let alone let her feel loved.

Just always be that kind of model father and daughter in the upper class, they have no feelings for each other, and their contact with each other is restrained and decent.Don't have unrealistic expectations, and don't trap yourself so painfully.

...But is that really good for Wendy?

... Never feeling love, can it really make Wendy happy?

Oh shit!So what the hell is that big hidden secret!Wen is going crazy!She's really not good at dealing with this... this kind of weird situation!

What she is good at is a clean break!It's you who makes me unhappy, so fuck me!

Breakfast was finished soon. Little Wendy was running around the house excitedly with her backpack on her shoulders. Her calves were running fast. This huge castle was no longer a suffocating cage, but a beautiful paradise , anything makes her happy.

And her laughter——Wen had always hated the description of "silver bell-like laughter" before, but little Wendy's laughter was really so beautiful, it was really like a silver bell, crisp and bright, without the slightest hint of laughter. Not annoying.

Wen was even more depressed.

With gentle pity, she watched Wen running up and down the corridors of the castle. The oil paintings on the wall looked at her with a smile, and the colors were so gorgeous that it was outrageous.

In the afternoon, her mood finally stabilized a lot, and she stopped running around and jumping around.That Mediterranean-style bald head — bah, the butler Alderfrey came over to talk to her and said something that Wen didn't hear. He gave warm black tea and dessert for little Wendy to eat.

The atmosphere of this dream suddenly turned cold.

It was colder and colder than the suffocating atmosphere before, everything was bleak, and the whole castle was covered by dark clouds. Little Wendy still looked so carefree, until her father came over, knelt down in front of her, and slowly stroked touching her cheek.

"Dad?" Little Wendy said strangely, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so serious?"

"..." Her father just looked at her and didn't speak.

It's here, Wen thought, and it really is.

"Father." Little Wendy seemed to realize something.

"...Sorry, Wendy, we agreed to take you to the amusement park this afternoon." Her father said, "But something happened suddenly... Shall we go again next time?"

Loud rumbling noises and thunder were deafening in the castle.

Lightning illuminated little Wendy's pale face.

"...Okay." Little Wendy said, she touched her father's cheek sensiblely, "If Dad is too busy, let's forget it this time."

Such a small girl.

Her forced smile made Wen feel infinitely sad.

Her father took her hand and squeezed it, put it to his lips and kissed it again and again.

"We'll go next time." Her father promised earnestly, "It's agreed."

Say hello, Wen thought.

You never got a chance to take her to the amusement park after that.