Chapter 956: If possible, I want this dream to have no end
Just like most A-level top players,
My life is also full of twists and turns.
My father is an aristocratic young man who ran away from home in pursuit of romance, and my mother is a young lady from an aristocratic family who came to Europe from China with caravans from other countries.
It's like falling in love like in the story and forming a family despite all the obstacles.
After going through a lot of hardships, he settled down in a small village and had a daughter.
They love her very much.
It's just that I occasionally think about what if they had quarreled and separated because they both chose each other and had to live a much harder life than before.
Would it be better for them?
It's just that they don't. They both feel that as long as they have each other's company in this world, even such a miserable life will be very happy.
Both are parents with naive and beautiful ideas.
It may be common for them to be directly overwhelmed by the cruel wave of war...
But even so,
Those are my parents who love me the most in the world, and they are the most important people to me.
When I am with them, it is the most carefree time in my life.
Although I didn't realize this until I lost it all...
'Wait here, mom and I will bring you bread right away...'
I still remember my father hiding me in the cabin, wiping away my tears, giving me a reassuring smile in his panic, holding my mother's hand tightly and running into the night lit by the war.
But a century later,
They didn't come back either.
The world is huge and indifferent,
Especially for a teenage girl who has no parents.
If the 'owner of the white bungalow' hadn't saved her, she might have burned down the house and ran away with the money she left without waiting for her to ask the family who adopted her.
I'm already dead.
During the days of hiding in the ruins, when I woke up not knowing where I was going, and when I was tired, I had no place to go back to, and I was left alone. Panic, helplessness and confusion washed over my heart all the time.
I have never felt the vastness and indifference of the world so clearly.
It doesn't care whether a teenage girl lives or dies.
With the false expectation that his parents would come back to him, he knocked on every house in the village to beg for food, and was rejected and driven away because of his mixed-race appearance.
Every night I fall asleep crying in fear, hunger, loneliness, and helplessness.
In the end, I even lost all the strength to cry.
I'll get hungrier, so I can't cry...
Without clothes, I can only wrap scraps of scraps of cloth around my hands and feet. Without shelter, I can only stuff straw into the gaps under the ruins. Without food, I can only work hard to do menial work for others from morning to night.
In exchange for poor food that will not starve to death, we should also save as much as possible, because there is no guarantee that we can get it tomorrow.
At that time, I was struggling every day just to survive.
And then even this level of 'security' was taken away,
My already malnourished and thin body, my shoulders and wrists that were injured by a passing officer in anger have not healed even after more than a month, and I feel pain whenever I lift them.
But compared to the pain, even the last fruit was eaten,
Huddled in the collapsed ruins, I knew clearly that I might die and might not survive this winter.
It was the sadness that made me bite my lip at that time, fearing that I would never wake up if I cried.
Those memories are only cold, dark, and lonely.
I have no home, no parents, no one to accompany me, and no place to go back to.
In this huge and vast world with billions of people and more than 140 million square kilometers of land,
I am alone and have nothing.
The long, cold, and hopeless waiting formed an indelible and painful childhood in my memory.
Even the life after that is,
She was rescued by that person again and awakened as a participant, helping her once again complete the great cause of stopping the wheels of war and preventing the war she hated most.
The decades he spent as a member of Night Palace Zero were a peaceful and satisfying time.
So when she found out that that person had been deliberately lying to her, and her complete trust in her as a relative was shaken and collapsed,
That's why I'm so broken.
Hate her?
how come...
Just half a century after leaving there,
I found that I had become a different person again.
I have no home, no parents, no one to accompany me, and no place to go back to.
I don't have a person like my father and mother who can hold hands tightly even when natural disasters come.
Until one day I made a stupid mistake that made people laugh...
...
It is different from all A-level top players,
My dreams are full of beauty.
It can only be said that it is like magic, turning all the painful memories that are indelibly imprinted in my heart into a story-like dreamy happiness.
How can I describe such an incredible level...
Grilled fish, sweet fruit, sunshine and siesta,
A life where you no longer have to struggle for survival is obviously the same scene in your memory, taking place in the same village, but it is as different as heaven and earth.
Those confused, scared, cold and uneasy, those lonely and helpless ones that they gritted their teeth through,
Everything disappeared as if it were fake, leaving only peace of mind and warmth.
Just because of the appearance of one person.
So foul...
Angrily because he was injured, he grabbed the officer's head and smashed it against the table. The kind of peace of mind that makes people feel protected, the kind that makes people feel that there are still people in this world who care about themselves and care about themselves.
I still have the warmth of someone I can rely on.
It was too foul for me who was just a little girl at that time...
He's obviously just an idiot...
Take yourself away from that small village and let everything that will happen next disappear.
Abandoning the hardship and misery of struggling at the bottom, he took himself to see the bustling and vast world outside that he had never seen before.
Take a steam train, go to the most prosperous city in this country, and buy the most beautiful manors and shops.
Living in a big and luxurious house, with maids and servants, a garden, endless beautiful dresses, and cakes that are so delicious that they are unreal...
Go to church, go to the mall, go to all the beautiful places,
Go to the top aristocratic dance and become the center of attention like a princess.
Give yourself the best of everything. For a teenage girl who was originally wandering and struggling to survive,
It's a treatment that makes you feel happy and uneasy.
But after that rainy night, I knew that I was really the person he was looking for, and followed him on his journey in the carriage,
It is an unimaginable, incredible, unreal and dreamlike time.
The skirt that I am satisfied with on the projection, the pair of cowhide short boots that I have never owned before,
Those photos that are frozen in time...
The revised life memory is that he returned to Milan alone, with the huge assets of the manor and shop, and the things he left to himself.
There is no longer the hardship and misery of wandering, and I am really growing up happily.
Although it seemed like destiny to resume a life similar to the original one, I no longer felt the same loneliness as in the original life.
Because I know,
In this world with billions of people, someone will always be by my side in the future.
He would run out of his daily life for me, run to the North Pole regardless of danger, and stand in front of me with such an infuriating innocence...
From my childhood memories that were about to be crushed by a century of life, I was reminded of the gentle smile on my mother's face.
'Mom, can I find someone like dad in the future?'
"Of course, my little Carol, my little Ling'er..."
...
Her light golden hair spreads over her slender shoulders, and her flawless slender legs under her skirt,
After taking a shallow breath, my eyelashes fluttered,
Ling slowly opened her light golden eyes from her sleep, and murmured out of instinct:
"Fang Ran?"
"Well, have you finally woken up? It's time to get up, my Queen."
The memory that did not happen but is very real, I no longer want to investigate what caused this incredible phenomenon.
After waking up in the carriage, Ling propped up her body from the fluffy blanket and looked at the young man in front of her as if she was still awake.
Then he stretched out his arms and hugged him.
Mattresses, wallpapers, water dispensers, energy-saving lamps, mobile phones, tablets and notebooks... there is even a small generator, which is in a carriage carriage that looks like a small room out of time.
Like a stray cat that has found a home, Ling nestled in the young man's arms.
Holding his waist, rubbing his scent, feeling the warmth from his body, no matter what, there is a attachment that makes you unwilling to let go.
She has been sleeping in such a dream, and she has personally experienced the times in the photos.
I don’t have to be a participant, I don’t have to be a night angel, I don’t have to live so long,