9mt x gold x iron box

Mitt always felt strange these days. When she was hanging out clothes to dry, she felt as if someone was looking at her, but when she turned around, there was no one there.

When she returned to her room to rest, she indeed had another strange feeling.

"So, it feels very strange." Mitt said to his mother-in-law while wiping the cup, "Hua and Xiaojie must be up to something bad."

Mitt looked at the cup in his hand and smiled helplessly: "You must be trying to say something."

"Really? You always run away."

"Who does it resemble?"

Mitt stared at the bottom of the transparent cup, feeling a little dazed.

"Yeah, who does he look like?" Grandma looked at Mitt with a smile, "Keeping away all the time will not solve the problem."

The mother-in-law's words did not cause Mitt to react. She looked at the bottom of the cup as if she was looking at some treasure.

Jin actually left something behind before leaving home, a gray-black iron box.

Mitt kept the box, but technically, she threw it away countless times and picked it up again countless times.

The first time she thought of the box was when Xiaojie and Hua came back from the forest in a mess. Later, the two children always got themselves injured, and she couldn't stop them at all. It can be said that this box carries all her emotions towards Jin.

She hated Jin, but she also loved him. He was like a brother to her. His irresponsibility and the time when he went to the forest to look for her when she was lost combined into a very complicated feeling, twisting it into a ball in her heart.

"Aunt Mitt!" Hua's voice interrupted her thoughts, "Look, look."

Hua rushed over, waving a handful of grass in her hand: "Can this be used to make that drink?"

Mitt held the flower firmly in his arms. The twelve-year-old's body was hot, and it made him feel dizzy.

So do you want to give the thing to Xiaojie?

Mitt thought that she was still a little hesitant and indecisive.

"Grandma, grandma, did I find the right person?" Hua said loudly, but felt a little uneasy in her heart.

Since she said that last time, both Gon and Killua were greatly shocked, as if their heads were hit hard, because they had never thought of this possibility.

But Killua questions the authenticity of this matter, and Xiaojie's distress is how to get it, secretly? If it were someone else, they might be able to be flexible, but that was Aunt Mitt.

So now it is the flower that is responsible for obtaining this.

The flowers didn't matter, because she knew clearly that Aunt Mitte would throw the box away, and she could pick it up again as long as she found the right time.

Sadly, Aunt Mitt hasn't thrown any more lately.

The resulting failure earned him Killua's ridicule and Gon's comfort.

But if I wait for Aunt Mitt to give it to me...

Hua thought about it and decided that this was unreliable, so he decided to try other methods to see if they were more effective.

She turned her head and watched Mitt wash the leaves. After leaving a few, he began to pound the leaves. The fragrance of the leaves burst out with each pounding of the wooden hammer.

"Aunt Mitt, what kind of person is Kim?"

The sound of the flower seemed to support the gavel, which was slow to fall.

"Just an ordinary person." Mitte didn't look at the flowers. Her eyes were fixed on the leaves. She felt as if she was a leaf hit by a hammer, oozing juice with sadness.

"But isn't he a hunter? I heard from my brother that he's a very good information encryption person."

Hua's pronunciation was very clear, but it became a mixed sound in Mitt's ears.

"What?" Mitt asked Hua in confusion.

“Isn’t Jin very powerful? How can he be an ordinary person?”

Hua repeated it helplessly, and she looked at Aunt Mitt who suddenly showed an expression of sudden realization.

"He'll leave here because he has something to pursue. He'll give up raising you and Xiaojie because of this pursuit."

"This is not an accusation against him, but he is not omnipotent and he made many choices in his life."

Mitt's voice was calm. She seemed to have figured something out at this moment. She looked at the flowers with a smile, feeling somewhat happy.

"Don't imagine him as a god, and don't imagine him as heaven."

"No matter how high a hunter star he is, he is just an ordinary person."

"There's no difference between you, Xiaojie, and me."

Hua looked at Aunt Mitt in surprise. Strictly speaking, she had two impressions of Mitt: one was a good wife and mother, and the other was a woman trapped by a man.

Based on her cognition and judgment at different times, Hua does not think that being a good wife and mother is bad. She believes that this kind of maternal power of tolerance is something that no one can control and indulge in.

Especially since she was raised by Mitt, in her growing-up environment, besides Mitt as an elder, there was also her mother-in-law. Hua could not deny their tolerance and strength.

If anyone denies it, Hua will bring up the slaps she and Xiaojie received.

So in Hua's view, either they are raising children or they are fragile.

It is because they choose to love these children that they make themselves vulnerable.

The woman's awareness of being trapped by a man comes from her previous life. Hua once deeply felt that Mitt was completely dominated by Jin, so she raised a child for Jin.

But the answer Mitt gave her was something she had never expected, and she wanted to break the image of Jin in her eyes.

Hua pursed her lips, and she once again felt Aunt Mitt's love for her. Of course, this might be her imagination, but she was willing to think so.

But Hua's purpose is not to feel Mitt's love, she has a more important purpose.

"He never came to see Xiaojie and me, and never left anything for us?"

Mitt looked at Hua and suddenly realized something. She originally thought that Hua came to ask because she admired Jin, but judging from the way Hua asked this question, it seemed that she had some ulterior motive.

"Hua, are you asking about child support?"

Hua was stunned. She couldn't remember clearly, but Jin had actually paid child support.

"I…"

"No, I haven't seen any."

Mitt's words carried the weight of a hammer, bringing out an invisible murderous aura.

Hua stared in amazement as Mitt pounded the leaves, which should have been beaten gently, into pieces. The juice from the stems and leaves covered the chopping board, presenting a violent and messy feeling in front of Hua's eyes.

"So you ran away?" Killua looked at Hana who was drinking the drink in disbelief, his eyes full of shock.

"No, what we're drinking now is what Aunt Mitte made." Hua was a little numb, "Including the one for you and my brother."

"I watched Aunt Mitte make a huge bucket of drinks in a way I had never seen before."

"It's divided into three parts."

Hua took a sip slowly. It was sour and sweet with a hint of grass fragrance. It was delicious.

"I heard that it's being shared among guests as a seasonal feedback activity."

At this point, Hua couldn't help but sighed loudly: "Why don't we wait for Aunt Mitte to make her own decision."

"Very quickly."

"If it's too late, we might just take you away, and then you won't be able to hear it, Hana." Killua said with a smile, and this sentence made Hana's eyes go dark.

"Absolutely not!"

Hua spoke with great vigor, and then leaned back slowly and unconfidently, but she didn't expect the door behind her to suddenly open. She was first knocked forward, and then because of her unstable center of gravity, she hit her forehead hard on the ground.

"Bang!"

"Hua!" Xiaojie's loud voice came from behind, "Aunt Mitt asked you to go down for a while!"

"Really..." Hua struggled to get up, covering her red forehead, "Do you have anything to say about my head?"

Xiaojie looked at the red on his sister's forehead blankly, and looked at Killua a little confusedly, but Killua was holding back his laughter at this time, and his shoulders were shaking.

"Apologize to my forehead!"

"Asshole Xiaojie!"

"Flower's forehead, I'm sorry."

Xiao Jie looked at Hua with a broken face and felt cold sweat coming out. He was a little confused as to why Hua was so upset, but he still decided to comfort his sister first.

"puff."

Killua couldn't hold it back in the end, and his voice effectively attracted Gon's attention and interrupted Hana's complaints.

Hua covered her forehead and muttered to herself as she went to find Aunt Mitte. Gon didn't have time to ask Killua and followed her.

When Mitt placed the metal box in front of them, Hua was stunned for a moment.

"This is something King entrusted me to keep."

"It can only be given to you if one of you becomes a hunter."

Mitt looked at the box and recalled the past events calmly.

"I might as well tell you everything I know about gold."

Hua and Xiaojie watched Mitt talk about her past with Jin, and soon the mother-in-law joined in. Hua listened to Jin in their eyes, looking at their memories and the past, and it seemed that the image of Jin was more than what she once understood.

But the more Hua listened, the more she felt it.

Jin is indeed a strong man in the secular sense, and a bad person in terms of family relationships.

"Is it because you are pursuing what you want?" Xiao Jie fell silent after listening to his mother-in-law's thoughts on Jin's delay in returning home.

"But even if there are things outside that only he can do, there are also things that only he can do for Xiaojie and me."

Hua was a little indignant, and her expression and movements were aggressive, venting her dissatisfaction.

"What I wanted..." Xiao Jie was still sighing at this time.

"Is there something you really want?"

The mother-in-law's voice was slow and gentle, making the two of them fall into deep thought.

"So what do you want?" Mitt was very curious about the brother and sister's answers. Kim didn't answer her question back then, so this time the two children would have the answer.

"I don't know." The two children gave the same answer.

"When you say you don't know, you actually don't understand what you want." Xiaojie's voice was calm and smooth, flowing into Hua's ears. She heard that he wanted to go out and see the world with Killua, and then he would know what he wanted.

"Where's Hua?" Mitt looked at Hua, but Hua suddenly stammered.

"I, I just don't know." Hua said with some distress: "I don't know what I want. Maybe I feel good now that I am with my family, but..."

Hua paused, struggling for a moment on how to express herself.

"Well, I think I don't want to leave you today because I am very happy."

"But if it were tomorrow, I might want to go and see it, and share the sunshine, flowers, and gifts with you."

"Maybe the day after tomorrow I'll want to be an adventurer and see the world."

"I'm only 12."

"Everything is just beginning. I don't know what my goal is today, and whether I will be unacceptable in the future."

"So I don't know."

The more Hua spoke, the more she felt that this was the case. She straightened her back with confidence and nodded confidently.

"You two really are worthy of being King's children."

The mother-in-law looked at the two children opposite with emotion. The children's expressions vaguely showed their thoughts, shining like bright morning stars.