These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

The girl looked out the window, at the dilapidated room, the only remaining red lantern was shaking as the wind and snow blew, but...it hadn't been lit for many years.

There is a woman in despair and darkness, but she is stubborn and unwilling to leave the hell on earth she identified early on.

She would always say, "Women, go...where are you going? Marry a chicken as a chicken, marry a dog as a dog. This is a woman's life, and it is my life."

The girl didn't want to accept her fate, so she ran out of the house one night. She wanted to let go of everything, but she couldn't let go of the last bit of warmth in her heart.

She rubs his hair.

"Xiaobao...you have to be good..."

The boy looked at her and smiled hard, "Well... sister, dad said he would sell me to Zhang Yuanwai's house in the west of the city...but I don't want to go."

The girl's body was trembling, and she didn't know whether it was because of the raging wind behind her, or seeing his smile.

"Want... to sell you?"

The boy nodded, and immediately said eagerly, "Sister, I have already thought about it. Don't be angry or sad... Going to Zhang Yuanwai's house will make life easier for parents... I heard that there is a lot of money. Zhang Yuanwai died recently. You don’t have to worry about my youngest son, so let me take care of it, so you don’t have to worry about my food and clothing...Maybe I can protect my sister in the future!”

"Little Treasure..."

The girl seemed to be finally unable to hold on anymore, she hugged the boy, trembling and crying behind his back, while wiping her tears with her hands indiscriminately.

The little boy in her arms would comfort her with a smile.

"Sister... I'm sorry I didn't go with you at that time... But I think, the family must leave incense, not to mention that I am a son... I can't ignore it. Now I am very lucky. Sister, you can live very well by yourself. Okay. That's great, sister, you have to be good, sister...you have to eat well, you've lost weight...sister, I know, don't bring me steamed buns...I know the embroidery room for a day Only give out two steamed buns, right? You didn’t even eat them.”

The girl's eyes widened, and the boy slowly pushed the girl away.

Then he opened the cloth bag again, and there was still a steamed bun left.

He squinted his eyes triumphantly and said to the girl with a smile, "Look... I left one for my sister!"

The girl still wants to leave, because she knows that there is only darkness in this house, and there is only darkness.

So she can only strengthen her beliefs, no matter what life is like, she must survive outside.

Only then can one day free his younger brother from the sea of ​​suffering.

The younger brother sent the older sister to the kitchen door.

He took the girl's hand and said in a low voice, "Sister...don't come here and look for me secretly. I'll go to Yuanwai Zhang's house in a few days. I know where your embroidery room is. I'll go find you in the future and give you Would you like to bring something delicious?"

The girl nodded with red and swollen eyes, and gently stroked his face.

"Well... Xiaobao, you have to be good, sister... only you."

The girl left the kitchen cautiously. In the alley, she heard a man's words from inside.

Violent and maniac.

"Don't pretend to be dying with me! Let me tell you, you are a bitch! How noble do you think you are? What happened to you sleeping with others in order to redeem Laozi?! Let others play Just play! Isn’t it cool for you to play with a few people?! Don’t give me nonsense, you and I go to the gambling house tonight, and the boss Qian said, how long you stay there, how long I can gamble, I will win It’s up to me, the loser is ignored, do you understand? You stinky bitch, don’t fucking keep your mouth shut!!”

And behind the wall, there was no answer from the woman.

"……boom."

The girl clenched her fists and knocked on the wall, shedding tears regardless, her fists were clenched tightly, but she knew... she couldn't get in, couldn't get in, and couldn't stop all of this.

She was powerless to stop it.

She shed tears, but couldn't leave any more footsteps. Those quarrels got farther and farther away, but the wind and snow became more and more urgent.

Later, she knew that the silent woman who always endured silently died that night.

When the man saw her body, he went up and kicked her, and said angrily, "Useless thing! I'm going to win money, you're dead?!"

She knows that there is no sympathy in this world, and she also knows that people cannot choose their own destiny.

It's the same for me, and so is my mother.

She worked hard in the embroidery room, hoping to save enough money. No matter what, she might be able to save a sum of money to start a small business in the future, and maybe her fate would eventually depend on her.

But ah, like the snowstorm in that winter.

The boy who said he would bring delicious food to find him failed to survive that winter.

In his frail health, he contracted tuberculosis.

Zhang Yuanwai felt unlucky and wanted to return it, but the man lost all the money the night before.

Zhang Yuanwai left the boy in a ruined temple frequented by beggars.

After coughing up blood all night, he wanted to leave the ruined temple, but when he saw himself for the last time, he fell into the wind and snow.

No one even buried him.

The moment the girl really saw his body, she found that she couldn't even cry.

Just silently.

It was as indifferent as the ice and snow in the world at that time.

She spent all her savings and bought him a new set of clothes... The clothes that can be called new clothes in the true sense of his life so far...

Wrapping his thin body, the girl only had gentle eyes.

"Xiaobao... sister... I will never see you again."

Her strength couldn't dig a bigger grave, she could only bury him hastily.

He bought peaches and his favorite osmanthus cake, which he had only eaten once or twice, and put it in front of his grave.

A solitary mound without even a tombstone would be buried under heavy snow, she knew...she knew it all.

But she couldn't cry, as if all the disappointment and despair couldn't make her suffer any more. This vast land couldn't even see a single color.

So that night, she held an old hatchet, her thin figure, walking alone in the wind and snow.

She remembered... the moonlight that night was extremely cold, as if it wanted to penetrate into human bones.

But she also remembered how determined she was at that time.

Desperately determined.

She walked into the dark alley, which she was afraid of every time she went there, and kicked open the wooden door that she was too careful not to open loudly.

The man is there.

He was gnawing a piece of cake there, and then he saw her, and saw the girl holding a broken hatchet in the wind and snow.

He froze for a moment, then understood something.

He stood up and laughed at the girl.

"Hahahaha... you want to kill me? You are worthy of my good daughter, you are worthy of being the bastard born of that scumbag woman...just in time, you are here...I will sell you together! Damn, I said Why can't I win any money? It's all you mourners who drag me down! Damn it! Damn it!"

The man walked over step by step, like a drunk drunk, as if ignoring her eyes at this time, ignoring the hatchet in her hand.

In his imagination, this girl who was his daughter no matter what, didn't have the guts... Which woman would dare to use a knife on her father?

It's all bluff, it's just delivered to your door!

He didn't even notice that the girl's hand holding the knife didn't even tremble a little, just like she usually embroiders.

So he rushed over with all his teeth and claws, and then...

"puff……"

A strange, unexpected voice appeared, he felt a little pain, no... not a little pain...

It hurts... My stomach hurts... The pain almost made the man sober up instantly.

He lowered his head in disbelief, and then saw the hatchet inserted into his stomach.

He saw the girl's hand, a firm hand, and also saw her eyes.

What kind of eyes did that look, until now there is no trace of guilt or hesitation.

She just stared at herself with bright red eyes.

Covered with bloodshot eyes, she seemed to be filled with all hatred, and her eyes were filled with bottomless darkness and despair.

"You...you dare..."

The man wants to say something.

But she drew the knife.

"Ah...!! It hurts! It hurts!! Someone! Help... Help!"

But the girl didn't give him more chances to speak, so she walked up.

"Mother died because of you."

"puff!"

She slashed at the man's shoulder, and the man staggered to the end. The snow was covered with blood, and he crawled inside regardless of the injury on his shoulder.

Shouting while climbing.

"Help...! Help!!"

But there is only the sound of howling wind and snow, like the praise of the devil, like the cheering of the devil.

The girl is like the incarnation of the devil. Her thin figure in the snowstorm reveals an aura of sadness and despair.

Her hand fell again, this time slashing at the man's back.

"Little Treasure is dead too! Little Treasure is dead too!"

One knife after another, until the blood was bloody, until the house was full of blood, until the man could not speak a word, not even breathing.

She looked at the man on the ground, standing in the snow in a daze.

after a long time.

after a long time.

"clang."

The hatchet fell to the ground.

She raised her head, and snowflakes floated into her eyes one by one.

She laughed.

"I have no home."

Then hot tears fell from the eyes, rolling down drop by drop, and fell on the ground where the snow and blood blended, falling into holes one after another, as dark as an abyss, and it was impossible to see the bottom at a glance.

She looked up, the crazier the tears, the crazier the laughter.

"Hahahaha... I don't have a home anymore... I don't have a home anymore! Hahahahaha..."

She turned around, step by step, walking out of the door like a walking dead.

There seemed to be a sea of ​​blood behind her, and her body was stained with a lot of blood, but these girls didn't care.

She just walks.

The wind is getting faster and faster, and the heavy snow seems to bury the whole world.

But she went on.

The tears had dried and she knew there was no place in this world she could call home anymore.

Killing that man can only be said to be release, but how refreshing is it?She felt only darkness at this moment.

The darkness of the road ahead, the darkness of this world, the darkness of everything.

Fate has never been fair, and she has never had hope, only despair... Despair is deeper and darker every time!

She walked, she walked out of this city that couldn't stand.

But where to go?she does not know.

She watched the boundless snow fall all over the mountains and the world, as if it wanted to cover everything.

But the funnier it was, there was no light to be seen in this vast expanse of whiteness.

It's all dark...

She fell into the dark night before dawn, and she seemed to see a boy walking towards her tremblingly.

On a white snowy road, his thin figure dragged long traces.

He seemed to be getting closer and further away.