Findra Rose

Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. ——"Hebrews" An insignificant gray mouse in a dark corner* A red fox in a man-eating forest who loves money more than his life. Jiang Huai never thought that one day there would be someone who would still look normal after discovering all his secrets. He Huan never thought that one day an egoist like himself would become passionate and crazy for a person regardless of the consequences. I can't tell whether I'm lucky or unlucky to meet you. It's just that instinct drives the body, desire drives reason, and I gradually fall into the quagmire of your structure. Fendera rose - a white rose that blooms only for one person, a white rose that withers just because of one person. Small theater (this is actually an if line. It has nothing to do with the main text. It is just a little idea for self-entertainment. It can be regarded as another parallel world where they live a completely different life): This was the third time he saw her while sneaking out of the house to play. Every time I saw her, she stood quietly at the entrance of the alley leading to the canteen, looking up at the locust tree that stretched out more than half of its body from the wall. Jiang Huai felt that maybe she was a fool, or else she was somewhat abnormal. In fact, I don't know much about him. I only know that he is a child of the same age who lives in his own residential building. He has been as quiet as a mute since he was a child and has always been alone. At the age of eleven or twelve, a boy's curiosity cannot stay on one thing for too long. He turned around and forgot about the girl who wore a white skirt all day long. He spent the whole summer playing wildly in the neighborhood with his friends, and it wasn't until school was about to start that he started to stay up all night to play. It was past seven o'clock that night, and Jiang Huai's parents had already returned home from get off work. The family had an early dinner. Jiang's mother went out for a walk with her good sisters, and Jiang's father was drowsily reading the City Express in the rocking chair. Jiang Huai was scratching his head and doing his homework when he heard a rustling sound coming from the window of his room. He listened attentively for a while, thinking that some wild cats and dogs were passing by in the bushes outside the window, and didn't pay much attention to it. When the Jiang family was assigned a house, because they were not locals, they waited until all the local colleagues in the unit had grabbed the good suites on the third and fourth floors before it was their turn to choose. Because they felt it was not convenient for the elderly family members on the fifth and sixth floors to occasionally come over, they simply took the two-bedroom apartment on the first floor facing the sun. The guest room facing the backyard serves as JAC's bedroom and study room. Even in the summer, it's still a bit hot at night, and most people can't afford to install air conditioners. At most, they can put in a vertical fan to keep their children cool. He was so eager to learn that he left a crack in the window and wrote the title accompanied by the chirping of insects outside the window. But as he continued to write, the sound just now appeared again, and it was getting louder and louder. It no longer sounded like the noise that a small animal could make. Jiang Huai put down his pen and stood up and walked towards the window with the curtains drawn. He originally just wanted to take a look, but when he opened the curtains, he almost frightened him away - even in summer, the sky was almost completely dark at this time, and the silver-white moonlight was shining directly on the figure in front of him wearing a white skirt and long hair. He also secretly watched some movies like "Country Corpse" with a group of friends, and the tragic scene of the woman in white turning around and her eyes bleeding immediately appeared in Jiang Huai's mind... "Hey, what are you standing there looking at? Come here and help me." A voice called him out of his fright. I saw that the person in front of me who had his back turned to me at some point had turned his head and was staring at me with a sulkiness. Only then did he take a closer look - isn't this the little lunatic? This was the first time I heard her speak in so many years... It was not the clear voice of a girl of this age, but a hoarse and deep voice. "Really, the boy from the Jiang family is not stupid, is he..." Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, the girl frowned and muttered, then bent down and continued to do something unknown in the bushes. When Jiang Huai heard what she said, his face turned red with anger. He leaned half of his body on the window sill and shouted to her: "You are the fool! Every time you stare at a tree for a long time, we all say you are a little lunatic!" After hearing this, the girl's crouching figure paused for a moment, and then she stood up. Before Jiang Huai could even react, he was severely hit by a leather boot. Covering his swollen face, he began to feel aggrieved - even his parents had never beaten him since he was a child... There was a dark shadow in front of his eyes, and the girl had climbed in from the window. Her white skirt was stained with mud, and the hem of the skirt had become tattered. "You, what are you going to do! I'm going to call my parents! Don't come here!" The pampered little boy had never seen such a posture, and he hurriedly backed away with his face covered with one hand. Before he could let go of his voice and shout, a thin, cold hand tightly covered his mouth. He opened his frightened eyes and saw the little girl with long bangs smiling closer and closer... "Really, you almost scared me out of my childhood shadow at that time..." The man was smoking a cigarette in one hand and complained to the woman next to him through the hazy mist. "Haha." The woman's long black hair was combed to one side, her eyes lowered and she was sewing something on her hands seriously. "Only in this way will you belong to me." Intention: You are faith, the reason to live, and the most twisted and purest incarnation in the world.