I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 241 His Elf Godmother (Part [-])

Several times he thought it was a dream.

The mansion he lives in is in a forest.The adoptive mother is a well-known nobleman in this land, and the guards here are strictly guarded.

The outside world is progressing rapidly day and night, but their ancient western-style building still maintains the ancient order of its world.

He had asked the servants in the bungalow several times, asking if they had seen a little girl in a red dress here.

This is how he described his elf godmother.

"Curly hair, red dress, girl like a doll."

The servant here has long been accustomed to his questioning.Years of toil and hard work have made their minds aging, and a look of numbness almost indifferent appeared on their ordinary faces.

They shook their heads, and left with the dishes that needed to be washed in their arms. The color of their dresses was also dull, as dull as a cloudy day in London.

Like the London rain that falls on the panes, it both blurs the landscape and hangs over the mind like a dank, cold shadow.

So, she really does seem to be the elf godmother the books say she is.

Mrs. Fitz forced him to read several esoteric and long English articles every day.

But when he stayed alone in the study, leaning against the cold wall and listening to the sound of rain, he preferred to read those fairy tales with gorgeous words and beautiful artistic conception.

Holding the book in both hands, he whispered again the description about the elf godmother.

On a rainy day in London, even his English voice was soaked with thick tide.It has been raining for a long time, and the mansion also has a lingering damp smell.

"She comes from the thick fog, and the elf godmother only appears in the evening on cloudy and rainy days. If you are lucky enough to see her in the evening, it means that you have been protected by her all your life."

He never saw his elf godmother again, but he would still open the book from time to time and review the fairy tale of the elf godmother.

It rained for several years in London, until the end of the life of Mrs. Fitz, who had raised him.

That was his last winter in London.

Mrs. Fitz, who had been pedantic and rigid all her life, was like a piece of dead gorgeous silk satin on a huge pannier when she was lying on the bed.

This elegant woman who wants to maintain the most decent even before she dies is lying on her huge and gorgeous bed, the dormitory that is kept clean every day, like the sky is covered with the sun, the curtains are drawn tightly, the whole room It presents a depressing grayness.

There were always people coming and going in Mrs. Fish's bedroom. The last group had just gone, and a new group appeared. The dull colors of their gorgeous clothes were like a huge shadow covering every corner of the bungalow.

And he was standing in the corner, wearing a suit handmade by the top tailor on Savile Row. The dark green bow tie on the collar was tied squarely. The delicate and lovely boy's face revealed a cold indifference that did not match his age.

From time to time, someone came over and patted his shoulder regretfully, stroked his head, and a more emotional woman would squat down, give him a warm hug, and comfort him with gentle words.

Someone patted him on the shoulder, stood beside him and said.

"You don't have to feel sad. After Mrs. Fish is gone, you are the only legal heir to her title and property..."

But he was still expressionless.

These glamorous people seemed to come to attend a gorgeous dinner party, came noisily, and left noisily.

Little Bian Ji Chen walked to Mrs. Fei Zi's bed alone. After the maid in the room finished the last thing, she backed out and closed the door gently.

The room fell silent for an instant.

The woman who used majesty and power to intimidate others all the year round is lying on the bed at this time, the death clock is counting down every second above her head, and in the last few minutes of her life, she exudes a damp smell of dying , like rotten, stinking wood in a yard on a rainy day.

Her whole body was stiff, and her hands were covered with gorgeous gemstone rings, but now she couldn't even move her fingers. Only her eyes could move.

She seems to still have nostalgia for this world, or she is afraid of the messenger of hell who will come to take her life. Her darkened blue eyes are rolling around, staring at him. Ken shut up.

For the first time in the last minute of her life, this woman who had always been harsh to him showed her most vulnerable and incompetent side.

This woman who didn't leave him with many happy memories, even at the end of her life, left him with a rotten breath of death.

Her ferocious old face with tearing eyes will reappear in various forms in his dreams every time in the rest of his life, like some ancient and solemn ceremony, and he repeats it again and again Waking up in the cold moonlight.

In those ten or so long seconds, he seemed to let go.

He let go of her bringing him by her side but raised him like a tool person, he let go of her unreasonable indifference to a young child, let go of her locking him in a bungalow and not giving him any sunlight.

Little Bian Jichen's eyes were as quiet as a frozen lake in a winter night, and he gently held her hand that was as old as a dry branch.

Her eyes were staring fixedly, and she tried to stretch her wrinkled neck, staring fixedly at the ceiling.

She would never have thought that the last bit of warmth she felt in the world did not come from her relatives, but from the little Bian Jichen who had no blood relationship with her.

She stared at the ceiling, and he patted her hand lightly like this, as if he was comforting her, as if he was talking to her as usual.

A tear fell from the corner of her finely lined eye, and the last light in her eyes disappeared with it.

No one knew whether she regretted what she had done to him in the end, no one knew whether her hard and cold heart was softened by the forgiveness and reconciliation he chose at that moment.

He finally helped her close her eyes.

For the first time, the woman's sleeping face was so peaceful and serene. In this winter in London, she fell asleep deeply.

It was also on that day that his biological mother, who had long since abandoned him and flew back to the motherland, pushed open the door and walked into the bungalow when Mrs. Fish's body began to turn cold.

She abandoned him for five years.

He is the fruit of her crimes that she had with a man in England to satisfy her selfish desires. He was a wrong existence when he was born.

No one knows, no one sings, no one loves.

Even she is afraid of his existence.

That's why on the day of his fifth birthday, he was abandoned in London, and he continued to choose to be a girl without the responsibility of a mother, and flew back to the motherland to continue to realize his dream of being a strong woman.

It's just ridiculous that, going round and round, she, the so-called strong woman, can only sacrifice and bury her own happiness in the end, and become a poor pawn of the family for the sake of profit.

She had a respectable business marriage with that man, her biological father whom she had never met.

So, this proud woman finally remembered that she was far overseas and had such a son.

So she came back.

She didn't feel anything wrong because of her abandonment and betrayal. She talked with him like an ordinary mother and son as if nothing had happened, trying to make up for the scars of the past five years.

He was neither surprised nor resented by her arrival, who had grown up alone to ten years old and turned into a little gentleman.

He felt calm and submissive to numb.

In his short ten-year-old life, he has repeatedly experienced the process of abandonment and being abandoned again.

He was just used to being abandoned from this place, and then moved to the next place to wait for the fate of being abandoned.

Before he was born, he was abandoned by his biological father.

On his fifth birthday, his biological mother got on the plane returning to China and abandoned him in England, 8800 kilometers away.

In the winter when he was ten years old, the foreign woman who had never given him any tenderness died forever, and also abandoned him without any memory.

"You don't have to blame me."

His mother, who is a powerful woman in business, is used to negotiating with others, so she doesn't think it's helpful to speak in such a cold tone to a child who is only 10 years old and has been abandoned by her for half of the ten years. something is wrong.

"Mrs. Fitz is a reliable person, and she is an elegant nobleman of the upper class. You have been with her for five years, and you have obtained her title and rich property. To a certain extent, you also have to thank me."

Maybe this society is so cold that she called the value of this foreign woman's death "status", "property" and "fame and fortune" to a little boy who witnessed Mrs. Feizi's death.

Little Bian Jichen didn't speak.

He never asked her, if Mrs. Fitz hadn't died and he didn't have a guardian, would she come back to find him, an abandoned and unwanted child?
If she didn't need him to make him the blood bond to maintain this marriage, would she still come to him?

He never asked.

In the following days, he would review and analyze repeatedly every time, why he never asked.

Later, he gradually found out, maybe he had already guessed the truth, so he didn't dare to ask, and there was no need to ask again.

In fact, he never hated her.

Maybe he was the only one who was wrong from now on.

He let a young girl in her early twenties live far away in a foreign country alone, bearing the unknown fear and the pain of childbirth alone, and made her take on the responsibility of a mother when she was not ready in her youth, ruining her youth , buried her happiness.

He is the sinful fruit planted by desire, and her unhappiness comes from him who is unhappy.

He understood, so he never hated her.

He is always the only one he hates.

He analyzed himself over and over again, feeling that he was the beginning of this crime.

She took his hand and joined him at Mrs. Fitz's funeral.

London that day was no longer raining continuously and wetly, but snowing.

His world quietly dropped a fine grain of salt.

The snow is too white, so white that it can wash everything away, and all the past seems to be purified and released in this pure white world.

After dealing with the incident, my mother called people from the moving company, and the 200-year-old exquisite bungalow was evacuated step by step.

The library has long since been evacuated.

But at that time, even though his mother held his hand forcefully, he still didn't want to leave that study.

The study that had been closed for five years.

This study obviously held his painful and lonely memories, but for some reason, the day he really wanted to leave, he suddenly couldn't bear it.

He looks out the window.

At that moment, there was a roar of thunder in the sky.

The roar at that moment hit the soul directly, the cells in the body seemed to be called up, the memory was awakened, people seemed to be in the scene at that time, the skin felt the moisture of that day as if it could breathe, and the ears seemed to hear the whistling sound The sound of wind and rain.

Suddenly he thought of his elf godmother.

In the past three years, he would always stand in front of the window, quietly waiting for the appearance of the elf godmother with a cold heart.

But she never appeared again.

He asked many people that they had never seen a little girl in a red dress appearing in this forest in the evening when the fog was over.

For the rest of his life in London, half healed himself and the other half healed by his elf godmother.

From then on, the window through which he could see the continuous rain, the moon, the snow, the flowers, the forest, and the dense fog became his comfort and expectation in the remaining lonely days.

So, when he really wanted to leave the bungalow that locked half of his life, he looked at the window expectantly as usual, hoping that if it was possible, the elf godmother would come to say goodbye to him.

However, that day, he did not wait for the elf godmother, and his mother took him away indifferently.

He boarded a car bound for Heathrow Airport.

That day, he was sitting in the car, looking at the gray old western-style buildings outside the car because of the window glass.

To some extent, the bungalow was also abandoned by him.

He only thought it was a gorgeous house, but never asked if it would be sad.

Too many stories happened, and the years left scars on his ten-year-old immature body, so that his heart became cold and old.

He sat with his mother on the seat at the airport and waited for the flight.

This is the flight back home.

Abandoned for five years, he has long forgotten his mother tongue.

I just know how to pronounce my own name and write my own Chinese name.There are also simple Chinese sentences, which he can understand.

Even his mother has to use full English to communicate with him now.

Surrounded by Chinese, they all spoke his mother tongue, which he felt was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Little Bian Jichen didn't respond.

He lowered his head and looked quietly at the clean floor of the airport.

Suddenly, a clear and delicate little girl's voice immediately attracted his attention.

Little Bian Ji Chen was startled, and suddenly noticed something, and suddenly raised his head.

It was deep winter in the northern hemisphere at that time, and icy white snowflakes were still floating outside the airport.

When he raised his dark eyes, he saw a girl in a red skirt and small round-toed leather shoes standing beside the opposite seat.

Although what he saw was her side face, when she grew up, she was no different from the elf godmother three years ago, with curly and thick eyelashes, like a forest.A pointed nose, pink cherry lips, and beautiful curly hair.

Like a doll in a window.

She was wearing a red dress, just like that rainy day in London.Because of the snow, the weather was a bit cold. In this gray and white world, she wore a snow-white scarf around her neck. The scarf looked soft, like fox fur.

Her palm-sized face was sunk in this circle of white fluff, making her even more delicate.

He was sitting opposite her, nervous, pretending to be an adult, wanting to be mature and serious, he clenched his hands, tried to calm his little face, and secretly looked at her for a long time.

He was wondering what kind of opening he would greet her with.

His heart, which had been indifferent for a long time, began to beat wildly.

He was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

He pursed his lips, trying to hide his awkward nervousness and shyness with a cold face.

Will the suit he is wearing today look bad?
His bow tie is the same today, I don't know if she likes it or not.

What kind of boy does she like?
Will she not like boys who are too withdrawn and don't like to laugh?

The little ten-year-old Bian Jichen sat in the airport with all kinds of emotions in his heart. His heart was alive. He was nervous and worried, but also shy and joyful.

He kept looking at her secretly, his eyes were bright like stars.

At that time, a faint smile slowly appeared on his face, just like a glacier that has been frozen for many years becomes soft when it encounters the morning light in spring, and begins to melt quietly.

He suddenly mustered great courage.

He got off the seat suddenly, then clenched his hands, and with courage, he approached her step by step.

It took him all his life's courage to walk in front of her. When he stopped in front of her, his cold, serious, handsome and cute face was slightly flushed, and his heart was filled with too much tension and timidity. It was inflated like a balloon, and it was a little uncomfortable to be stretched.

He wanted to ask her very much, and wanted to say softly, do you remember me?

As a result, the girl who was as beautiful as a porcelain doll in front of her turned her head, and there was still unexploded anger in her eyes. She gave him a cold look with completely strange eyes.

"who are you?"

"Do I know you?"

Her sweet voice was like a handful of salt on his open wounds.

Xiao Bian Ji Chen's bright eyes became quiet like this.

After the little girl finished speaking, she continued to turn her face away, raised her chin with her eyes above her head, her face was full of disgust for the poor, and she continued to viciously lose her temper towards a man who looked like a butler beside her.

"I told you that I want to buy that Prada bag. Where did you tell me about that old thing! You're telling me to go back to school, what do my classmates think of me?!"

"You wait, I'll let my dad fire you when I go back! You old bastard, don't even think about sending your precious granddaughter to a prestigious university!"

Her angelic cute face had the ugliest and cruelest smile.

The nervous and shy balloon in his heart suddenly snapped and was brutally burst like this.

This was his fourth childhood abandonment.

The first time was before he was born, his biological father abandoned him abroad.His full moon, his centenary, his first birthday, he didn't take time to see him.

The second time was when he was five years old. His biological mother ignored his cries, ignored him chasing the car she was sitting in for several streets, ignored him crying and fell to the ground, and abandoned him.He spent the loneliest birthday crying on a rainy night in London.

The third time was when he was ten years old, and the foreign woman who had taken care of him for five years went to heaven and abandoned him.

The fourth time, like fate, his favorite elf godmother was abandoned by her in the deep winter of London when he was ten years old, like the most inconspicuous doll in the corner, and thrown into the trash can by the side of the road.

(End of this chapter)