Is she blooming today? [Zhongyingmei]

Arthur Fleck, perhaps it is more appropriate to call him the clown, after he set off another crime spree and disturbed the order of Gotham, he returned to Arkham State Hospital without waiting for the GCDP to arrest him. .

His expression is always crazy and elusive, no one can understand what a lunatic is thinking, just as no one would believe that he really brought back a young girl, and even expressed his desire to raise her .

When the vermilion suit jacket was uncovered, there was a skinny and weightless little girl underneath. Both her physical and mental state were extremely poor. Her pale golden hair was dry and rough, and there was no excess flesh on her cheeks. The bones pierced ferociously, only covered by a thin layer of skin.

This is certainly enough to arouse anyone's resentment and pity, but what is even more sad is that they saw with their own eyes that when those eyes opened, the lake died, the sky fell, and no light could be seen from inside, and all life was annihilated. The rest was chaos, despair and even madness.

She has very little sanity left, she just curled herself up into a ball, blankly and unresponsive, completely ignoring anything that happened outside, she was afraid of sight and sound, and she was unwilling to eat and rest, her body and mind together Suffering, but the eyes seem to be closed when they are open.

No one can do anything about her, and the hospital can't think of a better solution. They can only rely on infusions to maintain nutrition to ensure that her body functions will not decline, and then inject sedatives to force her to sleep, leaving a weak child in this way. life in the world.

Arthur stayed in the confinement room for more than ten days. He just came out of a small dark room with only one window open for ventilation and light. He was still in shackles, and he was followed by two guards into the room. He couldn't see her in her ward, but this is the little girl he brought back, and he has the right to visit her.

Under the two indifferent and vigilant eyes behind him, Arthur pulled the stool and sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and touched the little girl's head, the texture of the hair was not good, and the skin with unhealthy yellow was also dehydrated and dry , She woke up suddenly, the state was still the same as usual, she ignored it, closed her self-awareness to the extreme, and refused to accept any external information.

Arthur was not forced back by her gaze, and many other people did not dare to meet her eyes, because it was a kind of silent ridicule. No one dared to admit that such cruel existence existed in the world, and they all thought indifferently that it had nothing to do with them, But ridiculously, he didn't dare to look at her, and didn't dare to face up to the cruelty.

There was a strange gentleness on his face, and the yellow-green eyes that were similar to them gradually warmed up. He didn't say anything unnecessary, and he didn't do anything unnecessary. A gentle kiss fell on both sides, the temperature was not scorching hot, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips in a gentle and tolerant manner.

This man has never been so pious. In the days of rigidity and suffering, he had hoped to live, wanted to be a stand-up comedian, brought joy to people, and fantasized about a beautiful and bright future. However, since that hypocritical and ridiculous After his days were overturned, he walked into the darkness, and since then he has been indifferent and mad, indulging in the chaos he personally brought, but no matter before or now, he has never hoped so piously.

He hoped to save a little girl's life, drive out all evil, and even prayed for it.

But a miracle happened in the silence, the irrational little girl who had been like a walking dead for ten days suddenly blinked, and unexpectedly, tears rushed down from her eyes, and there was a slight fluctuation in her eyes , Twirling his fingertips and wanting to retract, Arthur did let go of his hand, but gave her an unavoidable hug.

He says--

"I will love you."

I will give you the love I don't have, and I will give you the home I don't have.

The criminal symbol imprisoned in Arkham State Hospital seems to have restrained his dissatisfaction and resentment towards the whole world, social phenomena, and ridiculous human nature. For a little girl with mental illness, he gradually understood her pain and despair, tolerated her, and kept trying to bring her out of it.

She is still stubborn and unwilling to respond. Of course, it is more likely that she does not know how to respond. Her consciousness is fragmented, her cognition is limited, and what she knows and feels cannot be understood. Everything in the whole world is like The shackles of the huge cage, any slightest movement is like a terrible trap with sharp teeth, they will swallow her and destroy her completely.

I don't know how sad it was, because she was deeply hurt, how dare she be exposed to the sun.

The scorching sun will burn the skin surface, taint and crush the flesh and blood with malice, and all the existences that she cannot adapt to and understand will change into weird shapes, they will be distorted into monsters, hiding in every shadow and squatting, turning into weird and strange voices echoing , Countless eyes stared at her, and the transparent gray figure came and went in the space, trying to hug her again, dragging her into an irreparable situation.

The abyss was there, surrounded on all sides, and no matter where she went, she would fall.

This is so hopeless.

And when Arthur understood it, he seemed to see her restless, frightened and lonely soul, such a small girl standing there in a completely dark, dead silent space, not daring to do anything. Move a bit, she's too scared.

Arthur hugged her and sat on a small stool. He knelt on one knee, lowered his head and looked at her. There was deep meaning in his eyebrows and eyes, thin folds stacked at the end of his eyes, a weird smile, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth It is customary to pull on both sides, but it is more caring and caring, which almost loses the madness and twisted malice that belong to the clown.

"Why don't you open your eyes and look at me?" He held her cheeks with his hands and passed his temperature over. Because her body temperature is lower than normal, long-term malnutrition, not eating, and difficulty in digestion have caused her body to produce heat. Insufficient, he always likes to wrap her thicker, and is willing to use physical contact to reduce her resistance and rejection.

He said to her very seriously, with the look of a threatening villain, but he didn't flinch at all: "Why don't you believe what I say? I will love you without reservation, and I can take care of and protect you well."

This world is not beautiful at all, they will indeed hurt her, but he is capable and able to give her shelter.

There is no death penalty in Gotham, so the law condoned him to subvert the hypocritical appearance and present the dirty and dirty truth in front of people. It was everyone who condoned him to plunder everything he wanted by relying on absolutely vicious and abominable methods, or to erase What he hates, his wish will be fulfilled by the whole world, he is walking on a bright road of crime, and no one can stop him.

No one stopped.

Because he knew that it would be difficult for him to bring this little girl back, so he was stubborn and refused to give up.

The world once gave him a terrible day, and then he gave back an even worse fate, erasing all the childishness and ridiculousness, turning it back into crazy revenge, this is the most helpless thing he has done since then .

From the beginning, he was slightly interested, but then he didn't know what it turned into. He pityed, irritated, cherished, hated, and finally chose to forgive - he didn't know who he was forgiving among them, he had no doubts I started to love her, but she was so indifferent, she couldn't respond, she hadn't really arrived in this world, and there was still a long way to go, and she needed someone to lead her.

Arthur had a choice whether to withdraw at the last moment of sinking. He inevitably felt irritable, bored and dissatisfied, but he walked away from her, and finally took back his steps at the last step out of the ward. He turned back Seeing the unstoppable tears, she obviously didn't have emotional fluctuations, she couldn't feel it, but her physiology was honest.

He strode back and hugged the little girl sitting on the small stool who couldn't stop crying, "I'm sorry." Maybe he shouldn't apologize, but he still chose tolerance and compromise.

"You are the flower and the thorn that wines in my heart."

You are the flowers and thorns entwined in my heart.

With a fragrant and rich fragrance, her body is covered with bloody thorns, her existence is a combination of cruelty and beauty, but she is the most innocent and lovely existence he has seen, and the most irresistible existence—even if she has not yet sprouted and blossomed .

Of course, the young and ugly girl is not beautiful enough to make people overwhelmed, but what can he do with her?

He can't leave her, she's got nothing, and he's got hold of her, so he can break free from being alone and unencumbered, to appear richer, then he can't let her die quietly, wither away In the ashes of the world.

He gave his unique enthusiasm, his unstoppable love, and he never flinched, igniting the fireworks in her heart with his persistence year after year.

The numb and dead soul was awakened, love broke through barriers and led her out of the abyss, the dead lake in those eyes was revived, and the sky rose from the end of the mountain, just like every perfect fairy tale, the light drove away the darkness and bound her. The shackles have returned to the past that has been abandoned, and she has truly come to this world.

On that day, he stood by her bed, guarding her dreams as usual, in a narrow room with dim lights, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, not noticing that a little girl who was supposed to sleep opened her eyes, she She stared at him silently, everything was reflected in her green eyes, and she also saw this man who persisted in loving her.

The little girl slowly and carefully took her hand out of the quilt, and touched the man's cheek hesitantly. He spared no effort to take care of a little girl, combing her hair and dressing her, paying attention to her condition at all times, and trying to read more Reading books to understand her psychology, trying my best to make her happy-of course this is very difficult. Over time, the tiredness in his brows has grown, and he doesn't know it, but another person has seen it.

Arthur felt his face being touched, opened his eyes, and the little girl he loved leaned towards him, falling into his open arms.

She was crying again, and he felt that his heart was about to break. This was the third time she was crying, but her voice called out:

"...papa."

Darkness has passed, dawn has come.

The author has something to say:

I went out for an internship and blown it, and my friends are gone.

And I am so used to this, it is a normal operation → the root cause is not mine, but the blame is mine, and I can't get rid of it.

So many times, I've been really frustrated.

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I suddenly came back to write about Arthur's father. To be honest, I love this father and daughter so much.