I get love from my beauty [Quick Transmigration]

Although she was hit hard by a car, Shuli's injury was actually not too serious. After all, he told Asa to choose a good angle, and it would be best if he could stay in Lu's nursing home for a long time. One point, but not so serious that it affects daily actions too much.Shuli is quite satisfied with Asa's calculated results, because concussion and intracranial congestion meet the former condition, while large and small abrasions on the body meet the latter condition.

It was just right.

So Shuli woke up and lay on the bed for three days before she could go to the ground, occasionally moving her bones.

In the evening, when the sun was sinking, he stood at the window of the ward and looked down.

Sitting on the bench downstairs was a little girl, about four or five years old, with only a small lump of thick black hair like seaweed covering her small shoulders. From the perspective of Shuli, only half of it could be seen. Soft and pink cheeks, motionless in a daze.

A care worker brought a clean and delicate boy and tried to communicate with the little girl, but the little girl didn't respond at all.

After a while, the little boy was taken away, and two girls were brought over. They both looked about the same age as the little girl. One had long hair and the other had short hair. The long hair was delicate and lively, while the short hair was sunny and playful. There was chatter around the little girl for a while, friendly and enthusiastic, but the little girl remained motionless.

After the two girls were taken down, no one was brought over again. From the beginning to the end, the little girl maintained a sitting posture, quietly, as if immersed in her own world, and had no trace of the outside world. interest and perception.

After watching the scene in front of her, Shuli tapped on the window sill, 【"This is... An Niannian?"】【"Hmm."】

It was said that although Lu Xixuan was not married, he had a daughter early on, and he cared for her like a jewel in his palm, and never let her appear in the eyes of outsiders.

What they didn't know was that it was not Lu Xixuan's daughter, and raising her in a nursing home that no one knew about was not all to protect her and prevent her from being coveted and hurt by outsiders, but because she was sick.

- Post-traumatic stress disorder.

A mental disorder with delayed onset and persistence after an individual witnesses or encounters an unusual threat or injury. [Note] When he first arrived in this world, Asa passed on the basic situation of the target to Shuli, so he knew better than some bystanders the bloody and cruel family secrets of the Lu family more than ten years ago.

Although Lu Xixuan is now the head of the Lu family, who holds great power, life and death, anyone who mentions his name must have a tone of awe or fear, but Lu Xixuan in his youth was just the most inconspicuous member of the Lu family's direct line. .

Lu Xixuan was born in the side room of Lu Mingxun, the head of the Lu family. His biological mother was an ordinary woman with no background. She was weak and sick, and died when he was very young.

The Lu family has many bloodlines and strong genes. They are all beautiful, intelligent, outstanding and dazzling. Only Lu Xixuan has no advantages other than good looks. Being bullied from time to time, the little boy lived a hard life in the precarity.

Fortunately, An Jiao, the daughter of the head chef of the Lu family, grew up with him, always helping him, and has a deep friendship with him.

An Jiao helped him escape the day the Lu family underwent a shocking change.

Thirteen years ago, when Lu Xixuan was 13 years old, Lu Mingxun's younger brother Lu Mingzhang—that is, Lu Xixuan's biological uncle—turned against Lu Mingxun completely, and the whole process of poisoning, suppression, power seizure, and bloodbath went down, and the Lu family mansion burned into the sky. Finally, Lu Xixuan's brothers and sisters were all dead, and Anjiao's family was not spared either.

However, Lu Xixuan's low profile over the past ten years inevitably made Lu Mingzhang relax his vigilance. That night, he was shot in the leg, and he and An Jiao rushed out of the flames with each other's support.

Later, when Lu Xixuan went abroad, he finally stopped concealing his extraordinary wisdom and decisive temperament. The business that had been operating underground and had never been heard of was changed to a name in Tianguang. In just a few years, his power continued to expand. , and An Jiao buried her name in the country, and the two broke off contact under Lu Xixuan's deliberation.

11 years later, Lu Xixuan returned to the country with the BGM of Return of the King. Except for the poisonous killing, he basically reproduced everything that the then Patriarch of the Lu family had done. His own uncle shot himself in front of his eyes.

However, a wise man is bound to make mistakes if he has thousands of worries.

Lu Mingzhang's remnants of power hadn't had time to be wiped out, so he didn't know where he dug up the news about An Jiao.Even though they knew that An Jiao and Lu Xixuan hadn't been in contact for many years, even if they knew An Jiao's innocence, those people probably couldn't swallow the breath in their chest. towards the people he cares about.

An Jiao got married a few years ago. She has a gentle and handsome husband and has a well-behaved and beautiful daughter. The daughter looks very much like her mother, and she also takes her mother's surname, An Niannian.

Lu Xixuan had already set up a lot of protection around An Jiao and her family, thinking that everything was covered up tightly.He didn't expect the news to leak out, and those people would come out in full force.

When he arrived, he could only step over the corpses and blood on the ground, and hugged a little girl out of the closet.

Lu Xixuan had seen An Niannian's photo.The little girl in the photo is wearing a floral dress with a petal-like face and a bright smile.

At this moment, the girl was still wearing a floral dress, with long hair draped over her shoulders, her petal-like face was pale, and her eyes didn't blink.He raised his hand to cover her eyes, the girl's long eyelashes pressed against his palm, no tears came out.

In the following year, whether it was drug treatment or psychological intervention, An Niannian never recovered, never said a word, never laughed once.

Shuli recalled the information Asa gave him, and asked: 【"Asa, can you do anything?"】【"I'm not a doctor."】Asa's voice was flat, and he added, 【"The Lu family has the most Good medicine and top-notch psychotherapists are slowly taking effect now, and there is a high probability that it will be cured, and it is only a matter of time."] Shuli looked at the small figure on the bench, and repeated softly: ["Time Problem.”]【“Part of the reason for this situation is that she has closed her heart, and she does not take the initiative to accept information from the outside world, and does not give any feedback to the information from the outside world. She needs an opportunity to rekindle her interest in the outside world, at least not Then close yourself."]【"Then, how can there be such an opportunity?"】

【"If I could find it out, I would have already found it, otherwise the doctors in this hospital would not be able to do anything about it."】【"Hmm."】

The Lu family's nursing home has a large area, and it can be seen that it is specially prepared for An Niannian, and it is beautifully arranged.

On the southeast side of the yard, a set of combined slides is set up, with a climbing frame and a carousel next to it. On the other side of the gravel road are several delicate and childlike mushroom houses and a swing.The swing is next to the corner of the wall, and the wooden frame and the hanging rope are wrapped with wisteria flowers. The wisteria flowers are in full bloom in May, and the fine purple petals gather into clusters of huge flower spikes, making the whole swing look like a living thing. In the brilliant clouds.

Even a child should like it here.

An Niannian was ignorant of this.When the weather is good, she will be led to the yard by the nurses and psychologists, but she never plays with the toys prepared for her, and always sits in a random place in a daze.

Before Shuli went out, she said that she didn't need the company of nurse Xiaowen. Xiaowen had no way to refuse him, so she could only tell him to come back early and keep the wind as little as possible. The boy smiled and accepted.

It just rained in the morning, and the sun didn't come out after that. The air in the evening was fresh and the temperature was very suitable, with a slight chill.

Shuli walked downstairs wearing a thin coat. This was the first time he went out after coming here. Before that, the nursing home was only responsible for taking care of An Niannian alone. There were not many employees. Everyone more or less heard that they lived here. An astonishingly beautiful boy entered, and Shuli received several curious looks along the way.

Shuli didn't take it seriously, and slowly sat down on the swing. After admiring the surrounding scenery for a while, she felt a little idle, so she took a few flower branches and grass stalks and began to weave a wreath.

The wound on the back of Shuli's right hand and the wrist bone had scabs, and she didn't feel any pain, but her left arm was still wrapped in a bandage, so her movements couldn't be coherent and convenient, so her weaving was a bit slow.

His long eyelashes are drooping, his light red lips are slightly pursed, his expression is focused, his snow-white fingers and powdery fingertips are shuttling between the flower branches, such a person sitting in this brilliant cloud, as if time is willing to stop for him .

Suddenly, the movement of Shuli's hands stopped, and she raised her head as if feeling something.

Not far from him stood a child, her eyes were clear and clean, her lips were like two pieces of pink cherry blossoms, her cheeks were slightly bulging soft flesh, she was wearing a white dress with layers of lace, Yuxue was a beautiful little girl .

Shuli blinked, afraid of scaring her, she lowered her voice and asked, "... Nian Nian? Where's the adult next to you?"

As expected, An Niannian didn't react at all, but just looked at Shuli and the garland he had already made up with wide eyes, with a natural and ignorant expression.

【"She is attracted to you."】

【"Didn't it be said that it was difficult for her to become interested in the outside world?"】

【"It's difficult, but it's not impossible. People's yearning and pursuit of beauty is an instinct, especially for young children with simple minds. They don't need to think about other things, and all thoughts and actions follow their nature." 】【"Is that so."】Shuli thought about it.

He no longer tried to communicate with An Niannian, but continued to bow his head to finish weaving the wreath. During this time, the little girl stood opposite him and watched his movements, silent, obedient and quiet.

After weaving the garland, Shuli checked it again, carefully buried all the places on the garland that might puncture the skin, and handed it to An Niannian.

"Huahua, here it is for you." Shuli frowned and smiled, with kindness and warmth in her eyes.

An Niannian didn't answer.

"You have to wear it on your head like this." Shuli held a garland and compared it on top of her head, the warmth in her eyes didn't diminish half because of the little girl's silence.

An Niannian looked at him quietly, her eyes were black and white, without any emotion.

After thinking about it, Shuli got up and put the garland on the swing, waved to the little girl, and said briskly, "I'm going back, see you tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he really bypassed An Niannian and walked back into the building.

An Niannian didn't turn her head to look at Shuli's back, but turned her head to the side, and started staring at the garland on the swing, but didn't make any movement.After a while, the nurse who took care of her trotted forward, squatted down and asked her, "Nian Nian, why are you here?"

The little girl in a white dress was carried away by the nurse. She rested her chin on the shoulder of the nurse, and still stared at the beautiful wreath on the swing with countless pink and purple petals until the swing frame disappeared from sight.

Standing in front of the window, Shuli saw the wreath left in place, lowered her eyelashes and smiled, and closed the curtains.

The author has something to say: Post-traumatic stress disorder is defined as an individual experiencing, witnessing, or encountering one or more actual deaths involving himself or others, or the threat of death, serious injury, or threats to bodily integrity. Resulting individual delayed onset and persistent mental disorders. --Baidu Encyclopedia