Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Xiaocao cried loudly and was carried away by Tu Wan.

The crying was so heartbreaking, like a cry of heartbreak.

But Ye Kong was not moved at all, she just felt very ashamed - if someone didn't know, they would think that she had committed some serious crime that deserved punishment, which was why her sister at home was so sad.

In order to avoid the curious and sympathetic gazes of some passers-by who were unaware of the situation, she changed her sitting position so that she could hide herself in the shadow where the light could not reach.

This night is really long.

He rushed around late at night, committed crimes and beat people up in public, and then was locked in this square little iron cage.

It's like being in a TV drama.

Ye Kong thought about it and couldn't help but laugh.

After the laugh, there is a cold and long silence.

The child's red face, crying in the blanket, reappeared in front of me.

The blindingly pale light in the waiting room illuminated her hands waving in the murky air, as well as the woman who was pinned to the ground.

She was in a terrible state. The policeman's hands were strong enough to easily make her unable to move in severe pain, but she still struggled frantically like a dying fish, looking up at her daughter with sad and desperate eyes.

There was indeed a strong and urgent love in those eyes.

Even when Ye Kong grabbed her collar and she glared at him with hatred, he could still see the panic, fear and regret hidden in her forced calm expression.

"What an idiot..."

The girl leaned her head against the wall, muttering to herself in the darkness.

Is she worthy of being a mother if she is so stupid?

Are you worthy of saying "love"?

However, even if the stupidity of that couple is a tragedy, the existence of "love" cannot be measured by what others say is "suitable or not".

So what is love?

If sometimes hurt is also a kind of love, then what am I looking for?

Why am I so persistent?

Even such an ignorant fool can feel what love is in pain or joy, why can't I?

She leaned quietly in the darkness, her eyes fixed on the equally dark ceiling.

Cold white light poured in from outside, cutting out many long frames on the ground in front. Occasionally, a person passed by, and the shadows merged into a walking figure. As the footsteps faded away, the figures emerged from the shadows of the railings one by one until everything returned to its original state.

The voices faded away, and it became hazy like a fragmented dream.

But Ye Kong was not a dreamer. She watched all this out of the corner of her eye, like the only bystander standing outside of time in the disordered time.

The gradually wandering thoughts penetrated the ceiling and drifted towards the wrinkled memories hidden somewhere unknown.

"You're just sick."

The man lay in the setting sun and held out his hand to her: "But you will be fine."

“Don’t give up living just because you’re bored. You just haven’t accumulated enough experience points yet, just like playing chess… When you walk around a little more and take a look, you’ll know that there are many kinds of love in this world, and you’ll find the best one among them…”

"When you find it, you will know it - even if you are just a bystander, you will understand that it must be something worth pursuing."

……

"fraud."

Ye Kong muttered to himself and slowly closed his eyes.

When her vision changed from foggy gray to complete black, an image suddenly flashed through her mind like lightning.

“Please… please…”

From the fiery wreckage, water drops fell like magma, burning her skin and burning a snow-white pear blossom to ashes.

Ye Kong suddenly opened her eyes - as if she was eager to grasp this piece of memory, even her breathing stopped fiercely and carefully.

But the scene only flashed for a moment before being lost in the long river of her gray memory.

What is it?

Ye Kong thought blankly.

Was it a dream? Or did it really happen?

If it really happened, how could I not remember it?

If this really happened...

She moved her fingers and subconsciously raised her hand to press her chest - her heart was beating rapidly through the thin clothes and skin.

The blood began to flow faster and her cold body began to heat up.

——If there really was a moment that shook my heart like this, how could I not remember it?

Could it be that I have PTSD like Yuanye? That's not right...

The girl frowned deeply.

She didn't think that someone as hard-hearted as her would suffer from PTSD because of anything. You know, she was the ruthless person who watched Yuanchu die with her own eyes and remained calm - she just didn't feel anything.

Rather than the pain and despair after suffering a major blow, she could more easily feel various kinds of anger.

Ye Kong couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his chin, then closed his eyes and began to think hard, trying to get back to the state he was in just now, and if possible, to catch that fleeting fragment again...

However, before her heartbeat completely calmed down, she heard hurried footsteps coming from outside.

"Where is she?"

A man's voice.

Accompanied by the sound of slippers stepping on the ground and the attempts of others to stop and persuade him, Ye Zhen rushed in.

Through the cold iron railings, he looked up and saw the girl sitting silently in the dark.

She sat alone in the shadows, and only turned around when she heard the noise. Her sight was cold and quiet, like a piece of moonlight.

Ye Zhen moved his thin lips twice, but couldn't make a single sound.

Behind him, there was a drunken troublemaker who was sent in by the police with his arm twisted. He pushed him away noisily. Ye Zhen staggered a step and didn't react at all, as if he had lost his soul.

Ye Kong looked at him inexplicably, his eyes sliding up and down, from his wrinkled shirt and trousers, to the sandals on his feet, and the car keys in his hand...

Before she could say anything, someone patted Ye Zhen on the shoulder: "Is that you? Driving in slippers? Take out your driver's license!"

Ye Kong: ...

Ye Zhen: …

The girl turned her head indifferently, as if she didn't recognize him.

Ye Zhen touched his pocket angrily, took out his driver's license, and obediently followed the traffic police to get the points deducted.

After a while he came back with a bowl of century egg and lean meat porridge in his hand, which he had bought from somewhere.

As the girl's profile remained motionless, he approached silently, squatted down and asked her, "Would you like something to eat?"

Ye Kong was silent for two seconds before he opened his eyes and looked sideways at him: "What are you doing here?"

There was no answer to his question. The strangeness in the girl's eyes was enough to discourage anyone who wanted to approach her.

Ye Zhen tightened his fingers slightly and said, "I heard that you were detained..."

This was also irrelevant to the question, but Ye Kong didn't say anything else. Instead, he glanced at the keychain on his finger and asked, "Did you help find someone tonight too?"

"I went in the wrong direction." Ye Zhen said.

"Anyway, thanks."

Ye Kong said politely: "But it's already very late, you should go back to the orphanage and sleep..."

Her eyes fell on the bowl of porridge, and she said lightly, "I'm not hungry", then moved a step closer and began to rest with her eyes closed.