Wenhao refuses to be touched

12 years ago, I woke up from an ordinary hotel room in a florist, a luxurious presidential suite, and I was familiar with the use of all the items around me. The only embarrassment was that I had no memory of the past.

The body memorizes all common sense, but things related to my origins are blank.I searched around the room for a long time, only to find a suitcase containing simple clothes and a little money, and a piece of white paper full of words.

The white paper was placed in the bathtub of the bathroom and soaked in water. Strangely, the paper was not wet, but the writing on it was already blurred.

In a daze and confusion, the doorbell rang, and the hotel waiter pushed a dining car with exquisite food on it, and said to me: "Miss Feiyin, this is the lunch you ordered last night. The front desk asked me to remind you whether Do you want to continue staying?"

The word 'Feiyin' is on the tip of my tongue. It is a name that I am very familiar with and makes my blood boil just by hearing it.In order not to reveal any clues to myself, I calmly asked, "How many days are left of my scheduled stay?"

"By 12 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Okay, please put it down, I'm fine here."

After the waiter left, I sat at the dining table and stuffed the food into my mouth mechanically. As soon as I took a bite of rice, my stomach was stirring violently, and I vomited against the toilet for more than an hour. Only then did he forcefully suppress the spasm.

Then I realized that my stomach is very fragile. It is estimated that I haven’t eaten food for a long time. I may eat liquid food or not eat... Eh?But if people don't eat, they will die, right?Why do I feel like I haven't eaten in a long time?

Or, there are more nutritious things to keep my body running, and I don't need ordinary foods that are scarce in energy to maintain body functions.

So, who was I in the past?

A huge loneliness enveloped my heart, empty like a leaking balloon, and I longed to find something to fill it up.Finally, I returned my gaze to the illegible piece of paper.The paper surface is smooth and dense, and I can write smoothly. I am more focused on identifying the font content on it like solving a puzzle.

Only a few words can be discerned.

Ordinary people, no abilities, no abilities, no abilities, trash, useless people, rootless people...

Exhausting all the words, I am belittling a person, belittling a person into the dust, and I can't get up again.However, in my heart, a burst of anger and a heart of resistance suddenly rose.I found the eraser provided by the hotel from the desk, but it didn't work, and I couldn't erase the handwriting with a wet tissue. I tried many methods, and I was already in a state of madness, biting my lower lip tightly.

Blood streaks dripped on the paper unintentionally, and to my surprise, the font that touched my blood disappeared.As if it had never appeared before, it just disappeared.I was so happy that I cut my finger with a pen knife and erased all the words on it.

When it turned into a blank piece of paper, I picked up the pen and didn't know what to write.How strange, why should I care so much about a strange blank sheet of paper, who knows what it will do?

However, I have come to a dead end, how can I have any reason to speak of.

I wrote on it, I want to find my home, family, friends, restore memory... people without memory, like roots floating in the water, if I have relatives and friends in front of me, I won't be so panicked and disturbed Let's face this strange world alone.

Failed.After the writing is left, it disappears.I continued to write the same content unbelievingly and disappeared.

Maybe...it's time to think differently.

I tentatively wrote down that I wanted to restore my memory, there was only one request, but it also disappeared.When I wrote again, I didn’t mention my memory, I wanted to have a home, but this time only half of the characters disappeared, and only the remaining half of the characters remained on the paper.

At this moment, I seemed to realize something. When I spent the whole night and half of the day, I finally left a handwriting that could not disappear, and I dragged my luggage and walked aimlessly on the street. At the intersection of an alley, I was stopped by an old couple.

"Oh, Xiaoyin." The couple, who are fluent in Huayu but with some foreign accents, looked at me with gentle and tolerant eyes, and the male old man said cheerfully, "Why didn't I ask Dad to pick you up today? Is school back yet?"

Another gentle old woman said: "You are so brave, you are indeed the little voice of our family."

In their eyes, I am a former homeless child they newly adopted less than half a year ago. I am a 14-year-old girl who is currently studying in a key middle school in this city. The school requires accommodation, and I go home once every weekend. And a little weak, they looked at me so tenderly that it made me feel distorted, but...

Gives me a sense of reassurance, like it's really my family, I have this family, I have a home.

Home is probably the most beautiful word in the world.

But, after all, it is a stolen thing.

"Xiaoyin." The three-flowered cat squatting on the table looked at me with a very humane look. It is obviously an animal, but it is not that simple.

I lay on the bed, the morning sun shone in through the window of the tent, and the golden light was sprinkled on the sheets and on my face, not too harsh.I looked at Sanmao, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, who suddenly appeared in my temporary bedroom and spoke human words. He twisted his neck bluntly and swept across my left and right sides.

Okay, today is another day when my sister sleeps alone.No wonder I felt empty, and I started to dream about the past.

I sat up slowly, my brain hadn't started to function normally, the three-flowered cat jumped onto my bed with a wet and wrung warm towel in its mouth, and put the towel into my palm.

"Wash your face quickly, today is your 26th birthday, and it's your first birthday in Japan, so don't be late." The cat's voice could hear a sense of pampering and pampering, as soft as cotton Sugar usually leaves a sweet residue in the heart.

I gave a blunt oh, spread out the towel and wiped my face, halfway through I realized something was wrong, but Sanmao had already left.I sat on the bed for nearly a minute and snapped my fingers.

Gide opened a corner of the tent, and Sharia pushed him away before stepping in, and scolded him fiercely: "Who let you enter the woman's bedroom, captain, your etiquette has been eaten by the cat!"

The curtain was closed, and Gide's annoyed voice came from outside: "Oops, I didn't treat the teacher as a woman at all."

"I heard..." I said quietly, seeing Gide's reflection behind the curtain, his body was fixed in a stiff posture as if his fur had exploded.

Sharia came over: "Does Master Feiyin have any orders?"

I nodded: "Did a cat enter my place just now?"

Saliya nodded. "Is it Sanmao? It came back last night, and was ordered by the young masters and ladies to wake you up this morning."

I didn't think there was anything wrong with letting a cat wake up a human being, and even Salia had an expression of 'that stinky cat is lucky'.

"That's it..." I took the clothes that Salia handed me, and after a couple of washes, I changed into the luxurious and exquisite high-cut cheongsam embroidered with cloud patterns in red, and asked Salia to help me with my makeup. , put on the matching gemstone necklace, earrings and rings for me, looked at the jeweled, earth-shatteringly beautiful, and ecstatic woman in the mirror, and fell silent.

"Who is this person?" I pointed to the mirror, my eyes dead.

Shalia wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and said nonsense: "It's Lord Feiyin. Although she is very beautiful at ordinary times, she looks like a witch who is a disaster for the country. By the way, do you want to come here for your birthday today?" The same experience, my skills are really good, I can do it! If you think it is not enough, you can pick a few and we will serve you together."

I compulsively asked Salia to lighten my eye shadow, remove the diamond patch at the end of the eye, make the lipstick less colorful, and really not need to lengthen the nails so that they are so shiny. I am not a ghost!

Although I failed later, I at least resisted.After dressing up, I took the sable fur shawl she handed me, and walked out of the tent expressionlessly stepping on flat shoes and shaking a peacock feather fan.

The entrance of the villa, which is accessible from the tent, is a long red blanket. It is clearly only ten o'clock in the morning, and almost all the guests have arrived.My birthday party was taken over by the children themselves, and I really didn't know what they were going to do before that.

now I know.

The villa decorated with roses of various colors is like a castle clustered with roses. There are koi swimming in the pool in the front yard, and the parabolic water column at the exit shows a rainbow light... In the winter of February, they gave me A dreamlike sea of ​​flowers was built, and those children, dressed in well-prepared gorgeous costumes, stood on both sides in a polite or dignified way, and stretched out a hand towards me in unison to welcome me.

The guests who came after receiving the invitation were basically faces I knew. There were all members of the Butei Club headed by Mr. Fukuzawa, members of the port mafia headed by Dr. Mori, Mr. Takeuchi and half of the Hengchun Club. People, Mr. Fukuchi and other military police, Zhou Fangmunakata and their respective clan members, the staff of Mr. Nakajima's orphanage, and even Jono, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, were among them.

There are even a lot of newly promoted officials and upstarts, they stand on both sides in an orderly manner, looking at me quietly with their hands down eagerly.

Hearing the sound of colorful cannons being fired, a huge colored ball in the sky exploded with a bang, and thousands of colorful stripes fell lightly. I looked up at the beautiful scene like a meteor shower. Not knowing how to react.

A gentlemanly middle-aged man walked out of the crowd. He was wearing a black suit, like an upper-class old man. He walked towards me with a long stick and took off his shirt when he came to me. Hat, showing his short black, black and orange hair, smiling at me.

He said softly: "Happy birthday, Xiaoyin. I finally made it. I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long."

The way he looked at me was unbelievably gentle, as if I had turned into a fragile and innocent newborn baby at this moment, he looked at me with the eyes of a beloved child, as if he would be desperate for me.

I heard his voice in a daze, and under his expectant gaze, I covered my nose and mouth with a fan, and my eyes were blurred by the mist.

I heard my low, sullen voice: "So you're that old cat that got into a woman's bedroom early in the morning?"

The old color cat stood still in a daze, and the surrounding air calmed down at this moment. There was no sound in a five-mile radius, as if it had been muted by a button.

Then I heard my own voice: "Gide, put him in a vase for me to make a cat vase."

"Wait a minute, Xiaoyin, I'm your uncle Natsume Soseki!" The old lecherous cat caught by Gide and the others was still trying to make a final struggle.

I folded my face and folded my arms and sneered, "I'll believe you, it's impossible for my uncle to run into an adult niece's room early in the morning. You're an old cat."

"Let's talk~" I raised my eyebrows slightly, the corners of my mouth raised high, and I narrowed my eyes slightly to close the feather fan in my hand.

I heard my confident and unassuming voice, like a bloody phoenix, melodious and ups and downs, with a little playful smile.

"I've grown up, and I don't need my elders to tell me what to do."

boom--

The roar of artillery fire came from far away, and the earth was shaking. Yokohama, Japan, Europe, America... the whole world, the whole land was shaking.

Feiyin, the founder and behind-the-scenes leader of Renhe Organization, is called "Teacher Yin", her gender is unknown, her origin is unknown, and her age is unknown. The only thing I know is that she is a reformer.

Her thoughts swept across people of all walks of life in the whole world like a prairie fire, advocating the development of people's wisdom, advocating peace, resisting tyranny, advocating empowering the people, advocating equality for all, advocating breaking dictatorship...

The text is like a knife, and the pen is like a shield. From the two years when the idea was born, to the ten years after the idea was gradually known to the world, and the 12th year after the establishment of the people and organization, just like the plan that Mr. Yin made 12 years ago, Instructions are executed without offset.

If words are not enough to break the barriers of world class, then knives, swords, and shells can.

On the day of Feiyin's 26th birthday, the signal for the start of the World War.

As planned, I heard the swan song of mourning and excitement from the earth.

It's about to start, this new world.