Chapter 41 The Painted Villain
In the eyes of everyone nowadays, children who are young enough to be able to speak will say that anyone with a red sand mark of flames on their foreheads is a devil, a monster, and eats human flesh.Even if they have never seen it, the adults will pass it on to them from generation to generation, and sometimes use it to intimidate them: If you are not obedient, I will throw you out to be eaten by the monsters of the demon race.
The Demon Race is like an ancient legend, a terrifying existence...
"Sister, what do you think I should give my brother?" Su Zi stroked his chin while walking and looked at the small stalls on both sides of the street. There were so many things that he didn't know how to choose!
"It's good if you have a heart." From Gong Qianbi's understanding of Jing Ling, she only knows that Jing Ling is a person who likes to laugh, but there are many things she can't see behind that smile, such as...he can laugh to kill her...
"My sister is right. Gifts are not about expensive or cheap, but about the heart. If there are more meanings in the heart, it will be more meaningful." What Gong Qianbi said to Su Zi, Su Zi did not hesitate. I remember clearly.
Listening to Su Zi's words, Gong Qianbi knew that Su Zi was so attentive to anyone he cared about, and he couldn't help liking Su Zi even more.
In the 21st century where she lives, there are more and more indifferent people, and everyone is selfish for their own affairs. Family affection, love, and friendship cannot stand the test of cruel reality, and often end up as thin as water.It was the same with her in that era, she had no family affection, no friendship, and no love. What she had was just the mission of licking blood again and again.
She also thought that she had long been numb to all kinds of feelings, but after meeting Su Zi, the inexplicable intimacy made her inner world become softer and softer.Su Zi's clean eyes, innocent smile, and kind and sincere heart are what she has lost, the most precious thing...
Since she was sensible, she didn't know who her parents were, and she went around in the hands of human traffickers. She was always changing people around her. She never had real family affection, and what she learned was more indifference and cruelty.
But who knows, she also longed for a pure and innocent childhood in her heart.
Like other children, they can have parents who love them, they can have piles of toys, they can study well in school, and they can live carefree like other children.But those are a luxury for her.When she was very young, she had to learn to survive. If she didn't do well enough, she might be resold to other people again, endlessly reincarnated, abandoned...
A child is the cleanest product in the world, the one she least wants to get close to, and the one that touches her heart the most.

Such as Su Zi!
Looking at the stall where Su Zi was standing on one side, holding a few things and comparing them non-stop, the corners of Gong Qianbi's mouth raised slightly. How could she not like Su Zi like this?
Gong Qianbi stepped forward, looked at the things in Su Zi's hand, and said, "Su Zi, this is not bad." He pointed to a small painted wooden figure in Su Zi's hand.
The small wooden figurine is the size of an egg, with a bulging figure and colorful colors, which is very cute. The most interesting face on the little head, and the two smiling eyes outlined by it, made Gong Qianbi think of it at a glance. Jing Ling's smile.

(End of this chapter)

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