My name is Miyano Haotian, and I also have another name, Ye Tian, which is the name I gave myself after I became an adult.
Ye is my mother's surname. She is a very beautiful Chinese.
There is one thing that no one knows: she was abducted by my father.
My mother was forced by my father to give birth to me. She didn't like my father or me.
My mother often locked herself in the room and didn't see anyone. When I was little and missed her, I would sit at the door. She would tell me some stories about China and some beautiful fairy tales.
There are princesses and princes, happiness and yearning, but no cruelty or coercion.
When I was two years old, I was selected and joined a special training camp. Every day, I endured training that far exceeded our physical capacity with a group of children who could not take care of themselves.
And learn Chinese.
We were very tired and missed our parents and wanted to go home, but no one dared to cry because the drill sergeant would whip us with a whip dipped in salt water.
The whip was covered in blood, some dried and some wet, mixed with salt water, giving off a foul stench.
The children in the training camp are not afraid of training, but they are afraid of the whip.
When I was three years old, my aunt Miyano Kaori came back from a mission and brought back a girl who was the same age as me.
The girl was not skinny like us. She was white and plump, wearing a beautiful princess dress and holding a red tiger doll in her arms. She looked like a little princess who had walked out of a fairy tale that her mother had told her by chance.
My aunt called me over and told me that her name was Chu Xiang and that she would train with us in the future.
I tried to pull Chu Xiang's hand, but she dodged and backed away, screaming, "I don't want to stay here. I want to go home. My grandfather is a great general. My grandparents, my parents, my uncles, and my uncles are all great PLA soldiers. They will definitely come to save me."
My aunt pushed her down and shouted, "You can never go back. You will become our country's best weapon, a sharp blade to fight against Huaguo and the Chu family!"
Chu Xiang didn't cry. She got up, holding the little tiger in one hand and clenching her fist in the other, and protested to her aunt, "I want to go back!"
Protesting is the last thing the kids in the training camp would do, because protesting would result in even harsher training and beatings.
I don’t know why, but I’m very worried about Chu Xiang. I don’t want her to get hurt. After all, she is so beautiful.
My mother said that beautiful things should be protected, not destroyed.
I rushed over and stood in front of Chu Xiang, trying to protect this beauty with my small body.
At that time, I didn't expect that this protection would last for more than 20 years.
Chu Xiang joined the training camp, but she did not undergo the same brutal training as us. There was a female trainer who knew Chinese and kept giving her lessons, trying to instill ideas that did not belong to her.
She held the little tiger in her arms and remained unmoved. The female trainer flew into a rage and screamed countless times, but she remained unmoved, did not cry, and was not afraid. She stared at the female trainer with a pair of black and bright eyes, and sometimes even smiled.
The trainer had no choice but to starve her, deprive her of food and water, and lock her in an iron cage in darkness.
I would often secretly hide my own food and water and bring them to her.
At first she didn't eat, only when she was extremely hungry did she begin to accept my kindness.
After we get to know each other, I would ask her, aren’t you afraid of resistance?
She said she wasn't afraid.
I asked her why.
She thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember.
I've been locked in a cage for so long that I can't remember why.
She just held the little tiger tightly.
Three years passed like this.
She began to forget her name, identity, and country, but she never forgot to resist.
The female trainer protested to the aunt countless times and was unwilling to tame Chu Xiang anymore. The aunt came in person, but no matter how many methods she tried, Chu Xiang remained indifferent.
At that time, he was shocked. Such a young child had such a firm belief. How did she do it?
My aunt's temper was no less than that of the female trainer. She swore that she must discipline Chu Xiang.
Chu Xiang was locked in a cage again. The little girl curled up in the endless darkness, with only the little tiger for company.
I brought her water and food, and told her fairy tales. She slowly started calling me Brother Xiaotian. I was very happy, even happier than when I got first place in training.
I hope she can always call me Brother Xiaotian and always treat me as a friend.
But one day, my aunt came and looked at Chu Xiang without saying a word, just smiling.
Later, Chu Xiang was often taken away from the training camp.
I don’t know where my aunt took Chu Xiang, and I am very worried about Chu Xiang.
Until that day, I secretly followed my aunt and found a Chinese woman who looked very similar to Chu Xiang. She was hugging Chu Xiang and trying to commit suicide. I didn't want Chu Xiang to die, so I took advantage of the situation and rushed over to take Chu Xiang away.
But the Chinese woman died.
Later, I found out that it was Chu Xiang's mother.
Chu Xiang saw her mother die in front of her. She fainted, then had a high fever and fell into a coma.
After a long time, Chu Xiang's illness gradually recovered, but she didn't remember many things. Fortunately, she still remembered me as Brother Xiaotian.
The brutal training continued, and the domestication of Chu Xiang also continued, except that the trainers were replaced one after another.
It was not until half a year later that the trainer discovered that Chu Xiang's intelligence had stagnated.
They tried countless methods, but all came to the same conclusion: they could no longer tame Chu Xiang.
When my aunt heard the news, she collapsed and fell ill the next day. Not long after, she gradually became ill and passed away with endless resentment.
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