The high-cold actor is clingy by nature

"It's better to be quick." Miss Fan turned her head to look at the source of the voice. It was the huge plant, which seemed to be taller than before. The girl dangling on the branches and leaves changed her clothes. A piece of plain gauze wrapped around her body, like a light rice dumpling.

That's right, that's the description. When I was at home because I was afraid of the cold, I often played games wrapped in a quilt, but now she is dressed like herself at home, wrapped in a light gauze and swinging.

Shan girl suppressed the discomfort in her heart, looked at the ground, ran and rushed a certain distance, left Sunflower behind, and continued to move forward.

A long time has passed, and the position of the sun does not seem to have changed. Miss Shan raised her hand to check the time. At 3:[-] pm, the sun is still in the middle.

Wait, there doesn't seem to be any smell here. There is no fragrance in a huge garden, only an empty and glamorous look. This illusion is not perfect.

Some clueless.

What the girl showed her was nothing but an illusion, nothing about the past, nothing about reality
There are only two kinds of jewelry, necklaces and bracelets.
only light,

Only she dangles idly,
The opposite of light is darkness, the dark underground space, the opposite of the full of beautiful flowers is vast and empty, and the opposite of the gorgeous hanging chair is bound.

She was imprisoned here before without freedom.

Miss Shan was thinking about moving forward, she didn't pay attention to the road, she accidentally knocked off a bracelet, it was just an ordinary silver bracelet, it was very heavy, and the sound of landing was very crisp, Miss Shan was about to pick it up and put it back, when the girl looked a little bit He yelled ferociously, "Ah." The sharp voice ran through the entire greenhouse, and every plant trembled.

"Enough, enough."

A vine rose from under the feet, and the girl rolled the fan all the way to the place where she came, and then pushed the floor to put her in place.

Not knowing why the girl suddenly went berserk, or whether to wait for her or find her way again, Miss Shan hesitated for a while, then sat and waited for her.

It took another ten minutes for the little girl to calm down, and then she came up, looked at her indifferently, and planned to leave.

"Wait." Miss Shan called to stop her. "Some things are not enough to bury for a lifetime, do you have to continue to hide them even after death?"

The little girl stopped.

Girl Shan calmed down for a while, and organized her words. "It's a very dark world down there, with all kinds of sizes and materials - collars and wristbands, they imprison your neck, your wrist, your whole being, and if you're right, the red marks on your neck are those belts It’s for you, it should be on your wrist too.”

"Any more?"

"Also, it's very illusory and unreliable. You have seen many flowers, very many, sunflowers, roses, wisterias, clematis, etc. You have seen them all, and they all appeared underground, but You haven’t smelled them, or you overlooked this point, but it’s unlikely, you have done every detail of every flower so well, how could there be such a big missing in the smell, it’s probably you I haven’t smelled them, and I don’t know what they smell like, so someone should have shown you paintings or photos of various flowers. That person loves flowers very much, but he didn’t take you to see flowers, did he?”

"You made me a little interested again." The girl chuckled lightly, with a faint light of water in her eyes, which were clear and bright.

"There are too few other clues, and I don't know it very well at the moment." Miss Shan stared at her sincerely, "So, tell me a story?"

"It just so happens that I have a story, an ugly one."

The fan girl and the girl sat down on the threshold, and listened to a story a hundred years ago in the old building.

When I was about seven years old, I was sold by my father into the Liu family as a maid. Because of my good looks, I was the only one left in that group. I was happy about it for a long time and felt very lucky.After entering, I was a little girl in the housekeeper's wife's room, responsible for cleaning the court. I felt that I did my best and never was lazy. The housekeeper's wife treated us equally and got along well with other little maids. When I went in, a project was under construction in the backyard, and a small door was specially opened for them to come in and out.

It has been built for about a month. I only remember that I have grown a lot taller, but have I been there? I was always trembling when I first came here, and I dare not walk around at will. Until the final stoppage of work, the maids spread word of mouth that the small door was sealed and the project was over, but no building was erected.

Also, what can be built in January is nothing more than a pickle cellar.

On the third day after the project ended, I was found in a wrong place, beaten up and sent to a remote firewood house, and then moved from the firewood house to the ground in the middle of the night. Only then did I know that the project was specially built for imprisoning me.

The place below is pitch-black, with only a few rough walls built, not at all in touch with the prosperity of the mansion outside. Someone will come regularly to deliver meals and candles, once a day, and only when the meals are delivered can I comfort myself. Is known, I have not been forgotten.

In a specific location underground, a Buddha statue was specially offered. The person who sent the candle would light the candle. The bed, tables and chairs were all placed in the middle. I used my steps to measure the location, and it was the room in the main courtyard. Placed under a certain master's bedroom, doing the business of burning incense and praying for blessings.

They asked me to burn incense and worship the Buddha, prostrating three times and prostrating six times, praying for blessings and peace.

I smashed the rosary to pieces.Then it was a beating.

Heh, I was so bored later, I burned incense and worshiped Buddha, praying that I could escape, and praying that all Liu family members should die.

I also tried to escape, through the hollow subterranean space, found the entrance passage, climbed to the ground by climbing the rough wall with my bare hands, and was spotted by the guards of the woodshed.

After this, I was added a collar and wrist ring, which was made of iron and was polished very rough. It was pressed heavily on my thin body, and there were bloodstains from wearing it. It hurt so much, it really hurt, at that time It's still cold, I'm not as good as a beggar, I feel like I'm turning rancid and stinking.

I want to kill myself.I don't want to live anymore.

It was the eighth year of my imprisonment. At that time, I only felt that more than two years had passed. I thought they delivered food in the morning, afternoon and evening. At first, I was hungry very quickly, but there was no way. I learned to get used to it for a long time. One meal a day, I only take one bite when I am hungry, and another bite when I am too hungry. I also learn to talk to myself and try to use different voices to answer some strange questions I ask. What benefits do they have, will anyone come to see me, will the Buddha I pray for really answer me.