Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"He killed someone, I saw it." She grabbed Jiang Zhi's hand. "He killed his wife."

She remembered it, remembered it all.

When she was seven years old, she asked He Xiangxiu: "Aunt Xiu, why does the Luo family hate me so much? My surname is Luo."

He learned how to speak. She hardly spoke, her voice was very strange and her pronunciation was very strange.

That time, He Xiangxiu scolded her and beat her, saying that she would never be allowed to speak again. After scolding, she found a pair of scissors and cut all her hair that reached her ears.

"You are not called Luo San."

He Xiangxiu said: "You also have a name."

Xiao Luo stubbornly asked, "What is my name?"

He Xiangxiu's eyes were red, and he took the broom and brushed the hair on the floor: "There is a small town in Xiangnan, called Xufang Town." She lowered her head, her voice choked, "Your mother and uncle came from there."

There was a long pause.

She said: "Your surname is Zhou, whatever your mother's surname is, Zhou Xufang, Xu Fang from Xufang Town."

The seven-year-old child was ignorant: "Aunt Xiu, what about my mother and uncle?"

He Xiangxiu did not speak.

Xiao Luosan reached out and pulled her sleeves: "Where did they go? Why didn't they come to pick me up?"

She stopped the beginning and wiped her eyes: "It's all gone."

Xiao Luosan couldn't understand, and chased the adult and asked, "What's missing?"

"Don't ask."

He Xiangxiu shook her hand away, went to the cabinet and turned over a necklace. It was actually not a necklace. It was a piece of metal with a string engraved on it, showing signs of polishing.

He Xiangxiu hung the metal disc around her neck: "This is what your mother left. You wear it well. If someone asks who your mother is, you don’t know anything. You have no name, no home, and no Mom and uncle, do you know?"

Seven-year-old Luo San did not understand, but she thought happily that one day her mother and uncle would come to pick her up and take her back to her home.

"Remember, you can't let anyone know that you can talk, nor can anyone know that you are a girl."

He Xiangxiu told her this exhortation many times, but she never remembered it.

Tang Guangji worked in Luo's family. At that time, the old man Luo was still healthy, and Tang Guangji was with him, and he rarely returned to the flat.

In fact, Luo San rarely gets along with him, but she likes him very much. Even if he always dislikes her in front of outsiders, he will beat and scold her, but she still likes him very much.

At that time, she was envious of Tang thinking, because Tang wanted to have such a good father.

Every time Tang Guangji came back, he would first go to Tang Xiangna, and then come to the attic.

She was very happy to see him, and shouted, "Tang, Uncle."

Tang Guangji said with a cold face: "You talk again, let your aunt Xiu hear you, and you're about to hit you again."

She smiled silly.

"Did the second lady hit you just now?"

It was beaten with roses.

She shook her head.

Tang Guangji took out a bottle from the hat behind his coat: "Wipe this medicine."

She wants to say that she doesn't hurt, she is a problematic child, although not being able to speak is false, but not being hurt is true.

"It doesn't hurt to wipe it." Tang Guangji stuffed her things and left.

She held the medicine bottle and said thank you silently with her mouth open.

At that time she was still young, but she knew that Tang Guangji was a very good person, but their family was also under the fence, and even his close relatives were working in the Luo family. He always said: Luo San, Uncle Tang I can't control you, you have to learn to survive by yourself.

She knows that if Tang Guangji’s family treats her too well, Luo’s family will be upset, and they will think of ways to torture her if they are upset.

It's just that Tang Guangji is too soft-hearted and can't help being kind to her secretly.

He Xiangxiu is just the opposite. He Xiangxiu often beats her and scolds her, but she will pick the meaty places and beat her where it doesn't matter.

When Luo was in her thirties, Tang Xiang was already in college. She lived in school and rarely came back. The last time she came back, Tang Xiang taught her addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. This time, she taught her to write.

"Luo San." At that time, Tang wanted to grow tall, unlike Luo San, thin, like a small bean sprout, Tang wanted to wave to her, "Come here."

Luo San Dian'er ran over.

Tang Xiang wrote two words in the notebook and showed it to her: "This is your name, will you write it?"

She shook her head.

She only knows the simplest numbers, which He Xiangxiu taught in her free time.

"Why are you so stupid?" Tang Xiang scolded her for being stupid, and while holding her hand, he taught on the paper stroke by stroke, "Write the word'three' first. If you are optimistic, just use three bars."

Tang Xiang took her hand and drew the three bars, and asked, "Will it be?"

Luo San immediately nodded.

The orange cat lying under the table woke up and meowed lazily. Luo San picked up the cat at the door of Luo's house. He Xiangxiu refused to raise it. After throwing it a few times, the orange cat ran back. She can’t control it, she just doesn’t care. When Luo San picked it up, she was still a thin cat with a little milk. Now she ate very round, because Aunt Liu in the kitchen likes it very much and often feeds it. .

But Aunt Liu didn't like Luo San and never gave her delicious food.

Luo San also named the orange cat Luo Si. She pointed to the cat and wrote four bars on the paper.

Tang wanted to poke her forehead and scold her little idiot: "That's not how the word'four' is written." She wrote a'four' beside the four bars, "you write it."

She couldn't write, it was crooked.

"You are so stupid!"

Tang Xiang scolded her for being stupid, and taught her his fate.

After that, Tang Guangji would find some old books and secretly stuff them under Luo San's bed. She could already recognize a lot of characters, but she wrote very little, her hands were not obedient, and it was very difficult to write.

He Xiangxiu threw the newspapers that Luo family didn't want to her, and threw all Tang Xiang's old books and old pens to her.

When Luo San didn't have to work, he would write and draw by himself. Once, Luo Yinghe saw it.

"Cut! I'm still writing." Luo Yinghe dropped her newspaper and pen on the ground and stepped on her foot again. "Are you a mentally handicapped person who knows how to learn!"

Luo Yinghe was born in the same year as Luo San, but Luo Yinghe is more than a head taller.

She particularly hated Luo San. She felt that she was humble and poor. She said viciously: "My classmates are going to come later, you go to the attic and stay in the attic, and you are not allowed to come out. If the disgusting gets my guest, I will not spare you."

Luo San nodded and went to pick up the pen on the ground.

Luo Yinghe casually grabbed a watering bottle and threw it at her: "Stay away from me, you are dirty!"

She is very dirty, because she has to work in the garden every day, and she also has to work in the kitchen. There is water in the kettle, which hits her head and wets her bald head. Fortunately, it is made of plastic. Her head.

She picked up her things and stood a little farther away, so as not to hinder Luo Yinghe's eyes.

"No wonder that crazy lady said that you and your uncle are both stinky beggars."

The crazy woman is Luo Qinghe's mother.

Luo San raised her head because she heard the word "uncle".

Luo Yinghe also scolded: "Your mother is still a vixen." She vented viciously, and then scolded, "You are a little vixen!"

Luo San listened.

She wants to hear more about her mother and uncle.

"Yinghe!" Xu Yunci ran in and interrupted, "No nonsense!"

Luo Yinghe snorted: "I didn't talk nonsense, Luo Qing and her mother said when they got sick."

Xu Yunci reprimanded her in a low voice, and then said to Luo San, "Don't be here, go out."

Luo San hugged her things and went out.

That year, Luo Qinghe's mother, Xiao, was very sick, with severe depression, schizophrenia, violent tendencies, and suicidal tendencies.

I don't know why, as soon as Xiao sees Luo San, he will lose control of his emotions and get sick. Perhaps for this reason, Luo Qinghe particularly hates Luo San. As long as she is free, he will change ways to make things difficult for her.

At that time, all the roses were in full bloom in the flower room of the Luo family's perennial greenhouse.

A Bin came over and said, "Miss, I called Luo San."

Luo San stepped forward timidly.

Luo Qinghe asked Abin to go out and called Luo San to him: "Did you see the flowers on the table?" A pile of freshly broken roses was scattered on the table. Luo Qinghe said, "Here is I pulled out all the thorns on it."

Luo San went to get the scissors.

"Hands," she said. "Pull me out."

Luo San never resisted, because resisting was useless and would only make things difficult. She lowered her head and walked over, picked up a rose, and broke the thorn on it with her bare hands.

The thorns of the rose are very hard and difficult to draw. She has been pierced several times, and her fingertips are bleeding.

Luo Qinghe is holding a book, a cup of tea, and wearing an expensive and beautiful dress: "I move so slowly, I didn't eat, right?"

Yes, she hasn't eaten yet. Aunt Xiu went out, and Aunt Liu in the kitchen poured out the leftovers. She only drank water and was so hungry now.

She took a look at Luo Qinghe carefully and continued to pull the thorn.

"Look at what I am doing? Are you scolding me in your heart?" Luo Qinghe put down the cup. She is a tall and proud eldest lady. She is proud and public. "When you say that you are an adopted son, you really think you are the Luo family. You are just a The kind of evil is just a good fate, giving birth to the right sex."