Heartbreaker

——You are Feline.

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Initially, three men came to her home.The girl was sitting on the small bed, holding a rough wooden doll in both hands, her big civet-like eyes were full of fear.

She was four years old then.Different from other four-year-old children's naive understanding of the world, the girl instinctively felt fear when she saw those tall and burly men with cold faces walking into the house.She tried to run, throwing the puppet at them, screaming as they stomped on the wooden form.

"Be quiet!"

A stout man with a bearskin cloak on his shoulders, a leather waist, and wide palms grabbed her by the hair and lifted the crying girl in the air.Another man with a sharp face approached her with a smile, and said, "Little sister, don't be afraid, we will take you to find your parents, and you will see them soon."

With tears in her eyes, the girl was taken to the execution ground in the village by the three men—it was just a piece of bare earth, the brick-red soil seemed to be soaked in blood, and the yellow sand blown by the wind dazzled her eyes.There are several high wooden frames stuck in the dry sand, as well as towering cross stakes, which are said to be tools for hanging and burning sinners.

She saw her father's body on the giant monster-like wooden frame.His neck was tied tightly with a rope, his limbs were twisted, his face was blue, his tongue was sticking out, and his clothes had scars from being whipped.She rolled her eyes stiffly, and saw her mother on the other side of the wooden frame.She had died, her body curled up into a ball unnaturally, and there was a string of dried blood on the wooden frame above her head.

The other villagers gathered around the gallows, watching the miserable couple, sighing and joking.The girl stared blankly at the two corpses for a while, but her consciousness was pulled out of the fear, and she shifted her gaze to hear the other people's conversation clearly.

"It was done by a certain nobleman. I heard that this woman was originally a maid in the duke's mansion. The man is a farmer with deep feelings. He also has a daughter, that black-haired little girl..."

"Later, the woman was forced by the duke, covered in bruises and bruises, and came back crying to find the man. The man was also honest, so stupid that he went straight to the duke's mansion. In the end, the wife couldn't protect her, and instead took her own life..."

"This woman was killed before her husband's gallows, but I underestimated her... Oh, I thought she would go back and kiss the Duke's feet..."

Those indifferent whispers surrounded the girl like thick and cold walls.She was sluggish for a long time before she knew sadness and fear.She cried and ran to her parents' bodies, but was caught by a pair of big hands like a rabbit.The girl screamed and struggled, and the person behind her grinned and said, "Little sister, you are the daughter of a murderer, you can't live with other people. Your father has a bloody soul, we will send you to the monastery, Purify your soul..."

Her screams were lost in the sound of the rolling wheels of the carriage, and the violent jolts made her nauseous.The young girl was tied up like a prey, and after countless days and nights, she was finally thrown into a small monastery, with the cold floor tiles and moldy walls in the dark room.

The man who brought her whispered to the disciplinary monk of the monastery for a long time, saying, "...her father has annoyed the Duke... but the child is still very young, and killing her will hurt her reputation... I hope you can take good care of her, Let her not go down any crooked paths..."

The girl huddled in a corner, her face was unkempt, her shiny black hair was covered with oil.She stared blankly at the beam of sunlight that penetrated the room through the small window, warm and bright.

Until a disciplinary nun with stern eyes walked into the black room, crossed her thick waist, and said in a rough voice, "From today on, your name is Gillian. Gillian, forget your past and repent before God wholeheartedly .When your soul is cleansed and pure, we will release you."

Since then at the Abbey, "Gillian" has become a girl's name.

Although her parents gave her the name "Feline".

After "Feline" became "Gillian", the first thing the monastery did was to melt a devil's seal onto the girl's flesh.The skin on the back of her neck was cleaned, and the stamp was held by iron tongs and roasted on the fire, and then it was pressed against the girl's skin. Wisps of white smoke emitted from the pinkish white flesh.

"what--!"

Gillian didn't respond at first, until the flesh was melted by the fire, and then she let out screams.She could smell her own burnt meat, and the hard iron stamp was tightly attached to her skin, and the pain always reminded her that she was the daughter of a murderer.

She lived like an enslaved animal in the monastery, soaking her hands in the cold well water to scrub the nuns' robes, and constantly scrubbing huge statues of gods and lockers covered in cobwebs.In addition to daily work, she also kneels in the church at dawn, piously kowtows 99 times to the statue of God, and recites scriptures until noon.Her meal was nothing more than a piece of black bread, which was hard and rotten. She soaked it in well water and stuffed it into her stomach with tears. It was common for her to faint on the ground due to hunger.

And after the weekly Sabbath, she was taken to the punishment room to reflect on her recent behavior.The disciplinary nun would ask her questions, and if she answered correctly, she would only receive a whipping of penitence.If you get the wrong answer, you will not only suffer the whip of repentance, but also the stick of laziness.

Four-year-old Gillian stayed at the convent for almost a year, and when she was five, she ran away.Leaving the terrible cage of the monastery, for the first time to the outside world——

That was the beginning of the nightmare.

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"Hahaha, is the flame of your soul only this little bit?"

The undead in mid-air stared at her, with a crazy and weird smile on that familiar face.She had never seen a giant scythe in that form in the opponent's hand, and even every tiny sawtooth was full of killing intent.

"Yes, compared with you now, I'm afraid it's only a little bit like this."

She said calmly, scattered the flames of the scythe, condensed them on the wall of light, and formed a dense barrier.Choosing to attack, before the overwhelming strength gap, is nothing but self-destruction.That being the case, it is better to strengthen the defense.

The female undead's cloak rippled like a black tide in the cold wind, and her eyes were extremely focused, as if there was only one undead in the whole world. "Come on, if you have confidence, try to break through it."

"Hahaha, not only do I want to destroy it..."

The undead grinned, suddenly twisted a ferocious face, swiftly swung the sharp sickle in his hand, and attacked her barrier!

"I'm going to tear you into pieces!"

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She used to think that the outside world would not be too bad, at least not worse than the days of being enslaved in the monastery.

She walked along a road for a long time, and the soles of her feet were worn out with blood blisters, and every step seemed to be on the edge of a knife.She was hungry and thirsty, and there were no people on both sides of the road, no trees full of berries, no clear and sweet streams.Wrapped in a tattered robe, the girl "Gillian" listened to the howling of wolves in the distance in horror. She stopped and stepped again and again, like a stiff clockwork doll, walking from silent night to Dawn, and from noon to dusk.

Along the way, there was only her own swaying figure, her lips were cracked by the sun, and her face was covered with yellow sand.God didn't take care of her poor orphan. When she was weak, the sky turned cloudy and a cold rain fell.The raindrops hit her back like fingers, and the rain-soaked robe sank like mud.

The girl Jillian passed out, and at the end of the consciousness dissipated, she actually felt a little comfort.

In a coma.I no longer feel cold, hungry, or in pain.Very good……

"Are you ok?"

God didn't let her comfort her for long.Jillian was awakened by the jolting carriage again, with a headache as if a woodpecker was digging into the skull, and her weak body seemed to be crushed several times under the feet of a giant.With a small hand resting lightly on her wrist, Gillian raised her head in confusion, and found a little girl with maroon hair looking at her worriedly, her bright eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

"Are you okay?" the girl asked again, and at the same time handed a piece of bread to her, and said softly, "You must be very hungry, here you are."

Gillian sat up in a daze. When she saw the bread in the girl's hand, she didn't care whether it was poisonous or not. She grabbed it and devoured it.The bread was not very fresh, the brown wheat in it could scratch the skin of one's mouth, and it also had an unpleasant fishy smell.Gillian was sobbing with bloodshot eyes, and the auburn-haired girl gave her a timid look and patted her on the back.

After her emotions calmed down, Gillian wiped away her tears and sobbed, "Thank you..."

She found that she was not alone in the cart, there were other children, and the tall haystacks were stacked on the wooden planks, and the rough singing of the driver could be heard.Except for the red-haired girl who handed her bread, the other children were extremely indifferent and didn't look at her at all.Gillian didn't care, she just observed the surrounding environment vigilantly, hesitating whether to ask the girl.

"Hi, my name is Grace." Seeing her hesitation, the auburn-haired girl asked, "What about you?"

"I... my name is Fay..." she swallowed, and said, "Gillian... my name is Gillian..."

"Hello, Gillian." Grace smiled kindly, "Don't be afraid, it's safe here."

Gillian asked, "Where am I now? Why are you here..." She wanted to know why these children her age were so calm when they were sitting on a scooter of unknown origin.

"This car is a regular orphan car." Grace said solemnly, "Most of the children in this car are orphans whose parents have both died and wandered outside. The orphan car will take us to the largest palace in the Imperial City. In the market, there is a place where orphans are temporarily placed. If we are lucky, we may be adopted by a family, and even if we are a little poor, we can find a suitable home and have enough food and clothing."

A boy said viciously, "Idiot, we don't say anything, but you tell other people these secrets. If there are more than one person, it's a shame. I'll see what you do in the end."

Grace ignored the boy and huddled close to Gillian affectionately.Gillian probably understood the reason why the other party was so enthusiastic about her, because they were the only two girls in the whole cart.

The sky was getting darker, and the sun shone on the swaying cart.The girls sat together and chatted affectionately. Grace confessed her past without reservation, her voice was soft and sweet, and she had no defense against the female companions around her.

A few hours later, Gillian's tense nerves relaxed and she began to talk about herself.

Grace asked softly, "Gillian... I just wanted to ask, what's the matter with the stamp on the back of your neck?"

Gillian suddenly realized, facing Grace's concerned eyes, said, "Actually... that is a punishment..."

"Ah? What punishment?"

The grief that had been suppressed all this time finally broke out, and the black-haired girl leaned in Grace's arms, crying and telling about the past.Grace patted her on the back, comforted her gently, and carefully peeled off the seal on her neck with a small piece of sharp iron.

"Uh--"

"Hold on, it'll be over soon, Gillian!"

With the comfort of friends, the pain is not so unbearable.Gillian held the wet bloody hole on her neck, smiled at Grace, who was panting nervously with blood on her hands, and said happily, "Thank you, Grace! If you take off this stamp, no one will be able to do it again." Say I'm the daughter of a murderer!"

"That's right, Gillian, that shouldn't be your fault." Grace said, "Including your father, he just wants to get justice for his wife, and that shameful duke is the culprit! Your Dad didn’t really kill anyone, and you’re not the murderer’s daughter either!… You should take off this stamp, it’s too bad if it affects your adoption.”

After her wound was bandaged, the cart drove into the gate of Wangcheng.The noise of the bazaar rises above the top of the round tents. The coachman sends the children to a tent, picks up the coins and leaves, leaving behind a group of cowering children, like goods with clearly marked prices. Put it in front of the tent.

"The best ending is to be adopted by some couples." Grace told her secretly, "otherwise the remaining children will be picked up by others to do hard work."

Although the girls are drawing bright pictures of the future for each other, the reality is that the boys are taken away one after another, and only the two girls are left alone.Although Grace said with disdain that the boys were either taken to the docks as porters or sailors, or went to the blacksmith's shop to make iron, and went to the shoemaker's shop to mend leather, Gillian was very envious.She firmly believes that as long as she is given a chance, she can do anything, whether it is a craftsman or a laborer, she can do well, and she is by no means inferior to those boys.

She is not afraid of hardship.She was afraid of wandering, aimless, hopeless wandering.But God didn't even give her a chance.

At this time, a loud trumpet sounded in the lively market, and everyone put down their work and saluted to the king's chariot not far away. The gold carvings dazzled the girl.

"May the little prince, His Royal Highness Lemon Sol, live a long life and everything goes well!"

The crowd seemed to be cheering for a certain newly born prince.The girl Gilly sat quietly in the hustle and bustle, watching the king's chariot slowly driving through the crowd.Sixteen white horses wore silver bridles, and the silver armored knight sitting on the saddle was majestic and heroic, waving the flag of the Wanjiang Empire, and the snow-white cloak seemed to be woven by light clouds. Floating in the middle.

And the orphan girl whose parents both died, Jillian, buried her face in her knees, thinking silently, everyone is cheering for the little prince who is loved by thousands, but no one cares about these homeless orphans. .It's ridiculous that they who are most eager to be cared for don't get cared for.

"Look, honey, there are two girls here."

God seemed to take off the cotton wicks in his ears for the first time, and heard Gillian's heart.An amiable middle-aged couple stood in front of the tent, watching her and Grace with smiles.

"Look at this dark-haired girl," murmured the woman, "doesn't it look like our lost daughter?" She said softly to Gillian, "What's your name, dear boy? Why did you become an orphan?" ?”

—You are the daughter of a murderer.

Gillian was shaken all over, and under the woman's gaze, the scar on the back of her neck was aching.She told herself secretly that Dad was not a murderer, he was a poor man accused.As his daughter, she hadn't killed anyone, and she was innocent.The filth of the soul is just a lie of the people in the monastery, her soul is not dirty--

"Dear wife, my name is Feilin. My parents were persecuted to death by the nobles. They loved each other all their lives, but they died at the hands of the powerful... I have no choice but to come here with the orphan car to see if I can find a job , or a new shelter..."

The girl said earnestly, her eyes were red, and she couldn't help but shed tears.The woman was evidently moved by what had happened to her, and the couple came together to confer.During the period, the girl looked at her female partner, Grace was pale, her lips were tightly pressed and she said nothing.The girl tried to pull her female partner, but was thrown away by the other party.

The woman touched the girl's head affectionately and said, "My child, we have decided to adopt you. Because you look a lot like our dead daughter and are very cute, we like you..."

The girl held the woman's hand and said earnestly, "Thank you very much. But can you adopt my friend together? We have been together all this time, and I hope she can have a home too."

The woman said in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, child. We are not a rich family, only enough to support one child... Feilin, we just want to adopt you."

The girl sobbed sadly and turned her head to say goodbye to Grace.Her female partner didn't respond until the end, just stared at the ground coldly, ignoring her.

"Okay, Feline, let's go."

The couple paid the money and took the girl Feilin away.Before leaving, Feilin kept turning her head and looked at her companion worriedly.Her kind, gracious friend who gave her bread when she was hungry...

"Mister, madam, please wait a moment!"

A cry stopped the couple in their tracks.Feilin suddenly had a bad premonition, and turned to look at the girl who was shouting behind her, only to see a pair of sharp eyes shining with jealousy and resentment.

Holding the devil's seal in her hand, Grace shouted, "She is the daughter of a murderer, and her father is a criminal who did all kinds of crimes! She is not an orphan whose parents were persecuted! Dear sir, madam, you Look, this is a crime judged by the monastery herself! She misbehaved, she lied to you, this shameless fellow is lying!"

The author has something to say: Some memories about Feilin. . .It seems that bb mode has been turned on again. .well. .