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Note before reading: My mother is a very distant relative of the Chanyuan family

Shortly after Fu Hei Huahuo came to the Chan Yuan's home, he got lost in the house for a while.Perhaps subconsciously, she did it on purpose.Even if they are said a few words, they can still pretend that they have endless freedom in this high wall.

She was a member of the Buddhist monastery when she was born, but soon left with her mother and changed her surname to Fuhei.After her mother's death, she was brought in again.

The father is an insignificant figure in the family of the Chanyuan family, but the daughter is well-behaved and beautiful, so she is favored by the housekeeper and asks Fu Hei Huahuo to serve in the Zenyuan family.

The man was overjoyed, as if he felt that she was about to reach the sky in one step.Fu Hei Huahuo saw him take the card from the housekeeper in private, and she didn't know what to do with the money, but she just accepted her fate.

Not complaining, not hating.

After all, this father contributed to her birth, and she came to the Chanyuan home to repay what she owed him.

A clear heart, and carefree.

In the first few days when I came to the Chanyuan home, I was learning the rules.

Fuhei Huahuo has a gentle and cheerful personality. She occasionally smiles subconsciously when seeing people, and she is not afraid to talk to strangers. Ordinary people don't hate her.

However, this is a Chanyuan home, not some Garden of Eden.

People who were born and grew up here are like being locked in a semi-closed gu, leaving only a small mouth for people to breathe.So they were taught from a young age that in this house, they had to choose between stepping on other people or keeping their distance.

When facing the weak, they are the former, and when facing the strong, they decide to become the latter.

Fuhei Huahuo always came back after leaving. After breathing the air outside, he was an outsider, that is, a weak person.Besides, she doesn't belong to any kind, so it's not surprising that she is targeted by people who hang around with magic tools all day long.

She couldn't tell which was the first.At that time, Fuhei Huahuo was 12 years old, and they were still young, but they had already chased and teased her.She didn't know it at first, but when she greeted her with a smile, she got ridiculed, and when she replied, she was about to be punched and kicked.

"It's really not like an older person." A light voice diverted everyone's attention from Fuhei Huahuo.

She also turned her head to look, the boy who was about her age was leaning against the tree, tilting his head, his face was full of indifference and contempt.

He also seemed to have been immersed in this warm water and grew up.

As the days got longer, Fuhei Huahuo discovered that even though Shier was not welcome, he was placed in the back room.In name, he is the nephew of the head of the family, but in fact, someone deliberately wanted to vent his anger on him, so he was left here.

Blood cousins ​​chasing him, laughing at him, beating him up like a toy to pass the time was too much.

When Fu Hei Huahuo saw that she stopped her, she was taken back to give a lecture, and she was starved for a whole day.

The others seemed to forget that she was locked, and they didn't come to open the door when they went to sleep.She huddled in the corner of the warehouse and saw the moon through the crack of the door, silent and beautiful.

"Mind your own business." The boy's voice appeared outside the door, followed by the clang of the door lock falling.

But when she opened the door and went out, there was no one, only food wrapped in paper, which was clean.

Bite down, Fuhei Huahuo's tears fell down, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

She starts walking.

In the late night when everyone was sleeping soundly, in the late night when even a gust of wind could hear the petals falling, she opened the door silently, walking in the house like a ghost.

Only then, she is completely her own.

Her soft hands are roughened by chores, three meals a day barely support her developing body, and the simple kimono she wears day after day seems to be worn down instead of her heart.

She stood under the tall trees, stretched out her hand, and held the bright moon hanging above the eaves in her palm.

"doing what?"

"The moon is so beautiful. Tell me, are the people outside this mansion looking at the same moon? It's been too long, I've already forgotten..."

They spent a long ten years together in this breathless place. I don't know who first discovered it. She and Shier made friends with this matter.

She was taken in private for questioning, still the same people she couldn't tell, she just said nothing, and the punishment fell on her.

People who are afraid of death are mostly afraid of the torture before death, Fu Hei Huahuo is not afraid of torture, or is used to it.She is also not afraid of death, because it is nothing but a necessary passage in life.

They have been laughing at her for ten years. In the past, they laughed at her for coming to the main house from a separate family. They must have shameless delusions in their hearts. Now they laugh at her that she and "that trash" are a good match. Inheriting a family heirloom.

She stared at them relentlessly, until Shier broke free from the cage of the curse spirit and came, finally she was able to hold her breath.

She tried her best to keep her eyes open, and saw him using his fists to circle the crowd, and when the Chanyuan fan rushed over, he still stood in front of her.The only thing left is to stab the stolen magic tool into someone's chest.

He didn't, never did.

Fu Hei Huahuo seemed to be thrown into a black box called "Zenyuan" by fate, but her eyes were still bright, and she never forgot that she wanted to see the morning sun, not only because he was still by her side.

"Let's go."

On this night, he spoke.It seemed like a hasty decision. In fact, this idea had been brewing in my mind for a long time, but it finally took shape.

The two were leaning against each other in the cramped room, the marks of being whipped wrapped around her body, and the coughed up blood was still stained on the handkerchief.There were also scars all over his body, reflected in her eyes under the fragmented moonlight.

It seems that there are only two of them in this world. They used to be, they are now, and they will be like this in the future.

"Okay." She raised her head, rubbed her forehead lightly against his chin, and smiled.

He held her hand tightly.

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Bunt after watching the latest episode.

Every time the one-eyed cat pulls daddy out, I can't hold back QAQ

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