Fake 22

Fake 22

"My lovely daughter, welcome to your father's life."

In the empty house, the woman tugged at the old man's clothes and begged for another chance, just as she thought before, a chance to turn the tables. The old man showed a compassionate look, reached out and patted the top of the woman's head, and looked at the little girl playing with a teddy bear in the corner.

The woman was a little dazed, looking at the little girl. She was her daughter, five years old. When her husband left her because of her bad habits, neither of them knew about the existence of this child.

The girl tilted her head and walked over to the woman with her short legs. She put the teddy bear in front of her mother, then went to the old man and took the other's hand.

The teddy bear was a nicer one that the mother picked up from the trash can. It was washed and had button eyes sewn on it. It was the only one left among the toys that the woman had given to the girl.

When the old man took the little girl away, the girl's face rested on her adoptive father's shoulder, looking at her mother, watching her evasive gaze and listening to her unspoken pleas to stay.

"You did nothing wrong, and following your own pleasure is the right and reasonable thing to do."

The round-faced woman tucked the quilt in for the little girl and enthusiastically told her past in the name of a bedtime story. The little girl rubbed her eyes and fell asleep with the familiar ending lines like "It was just a joke", "I am so fragile", "I was just saying what I wanted to say".

"It's okay to continue to escape."

The girl, who had grown up a little, opened the door of the room. There was no light in the room. She walked into the dark room without any hesitation, put down the food in her hand, and took away the used plate.

"Leave everything to me, and you don't have to be trapped there anymore."

The dazed young man took the girl to identify the types of trees and taught her how to extract raw materials from the bark to make the necessary medicine. The girl asked him how he discovered it, and he said.

He once worked as an apprentice pharmacist in a village.

In the local area, many people make a living by logging, but in the summer, many loggers would fall into a coma inexplicably. After research, he found that the bark of a kind of tree in the local woods would produce hallucinogenic gas when burned. He secretly peeled some to make drugs.

This would have been nothing, but later he had a patient who had been paralyzed in bed for many years and his family didn't care about him. The patient turned to him, the only doctor, hoping to find relief.

He fed the patient the medicine he had prepared, and that night the patient died in his sleep.

Originally, there was only one person, but in a village like that, there has been a long-term lack of communication with the outside world and a shortage of medical care and medicine. There are really many patients like that one who can only endure the pain.

At first, he would only prescribe medicine to those who were suffering and seeking relief personally. Later, more and more people in the village knew about it privately. The medicine was really too effective. It was colorless and tasteless, and there was no drastic reaction after drinking it. The patient would just fall asleep and never wake up again.

Things started to get out of control.

The abusive woman wanted to kill her husband, the son wanted to kill his elderly parents, the brothers and sisters wanted to inherit the inheritance alone, and the children wanted the annoying guy to disappear. When he realized that he couldn't stop it, he ran away from there.

"Love is good, but husband and wife must work together to run a good family."

The gentle wife combed the girl's hair, and her deft hands quickly braided it into a small braid. She smiled sweetly at her husband who was writing and drawing in front of her. The girl ignored the fact that she had become accustomed to living in the gap between this loving couple. She took the paper handed to her by her husband, on which was the correction of her homework from yesterday.

How many steps are there in dealing with a corpse?

"As long as you accumulate and work hard little by little, you will have a satisfactory result sooner or later."

An older woman in a kimono took the girl for a stroll on the mountain, and the fruits hanging on the branches were filled with the fragrance of ripe fruits.

“We will not turn our backs on anyone who has suffered.”

The disheveled man knelt in front of his father. The boy in his arms had half of his pale face and twisted limbs exposed under his coat, and his weak breathing was accompanied by the smell of rust.

The father kindly helped the man up, and the girl trotted off to get what she needed from an unconscious father.

“Keep your head down, stay humble, but remember the desire in your heart.”

My elderly father is already in a wheelchair, and whenever the wheels make a sound, everyone who hears the sound will stop what they are doing, kneel on the ground, and put their foreheads against the palm muscle under the thumb.

“We have an obligation to correct things that are not right.”

The girl watched them carry the man into the solitary confinement room. The man's wrists were frighteningly slender beneath his sleeves.

“Is a father like God to his children?”

She was approaching teenage age.

The father stroked her hair with his dry, bark-like hands, feeling the young and energetic body lying on his knees. He was satisfied with his daughter's gentleness as he expected, but also a little boredom which was too reasonable.

"You are like my shadow."

They faced the body with its face covered with white cloth and offered their final loyalty.

The dazed young man pushed the people away, picked up the girl and ran away. The latter let out a deafening cough after the rope around her neck was removed.

He took her away, but left her alone.

The next day, the girl wandering at the foot of the mountain heard about the natural disaster.

“It’s nice to do something you thought you wouldn’t do.”

She met a black-haired young man in the Lighthouse Country, and the moment their hands clasped, a seed was buried in the soil.

"You are my pride."

From the shadows, she watched his smile under the cherry tree, bright and sunny, as if he had never experienced those hardships.

No. She knew he was looking at her, and the young man's lips were moving so fast that she could hardly see clearly. I promised you.

The girl squatting at the entrance waited for the boy who looked tired and confused, hugged her knees and tilted her head, and said the words that would determine the rest of their lives.

Help.

"Death cannot separate us. A part of you comes from me."

Tongxiang Wang carried Huo Zha Gongdan up the stairs step by step. The emergency tourniquet on his hands made him feel uncomfortable, and the sound of the wheelchair could be heard with every step.

"Come here, let me hug you, good boy."

Lost and falling fireworks.

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"Brother," Tong Xiangwang poked Alvin next to him and confidently said he wanted to get something for free, "I want popcorn."

"...Are you still calling me brother at this time?" Alvin turned his eyes away from the big screen and handed over the popcorn. "You don't need to act anymore, right?"

"Indeed," Tong Xiangwang grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth. The sweet taste of caramel filled his mouth, but he still spoke clearly, "There's no need to take advantage of your poor brain to gain favor..."

Alvin was silent. He almost kicked the person next to him without paying attention. Fortunately, he reacted in time. "So direct..." He sighed. Tong Xiangwang's "fake" skill would make him hallucinate his lost sisters. "I'm serious, you just..."

"So," Tong Xiangwang winked at him and gave him a playful smile, "I just want to call you now."

"elder brother."

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[The loss rate of "Tongxiang Wang" has reached 100%, and the automatic scrapping operation has been performed for you]

[You have obtained CG——Lost]

[The story is complete ▇▇▇]

[Soul fragment × 1 recovered]

[Dear host, I hope you will keep up the good work and continue to work hard to recover soul fragments]

[“Tongxiangwang” wishes you a bright and open future, and that you will be treated with kindness throughout your life]

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