The cruel beauty of the attacking giant

You can search for "The Cruel Good Search Novels of Attacking Giants (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!In fact, I was helped back by Isabel in the end. After returning, I hugged a suit and plunged into the bathroom.Throwing myself into the bathtub, looking at the gray stains that were slowly engulfing in the original clear water, and gently patting my body, I couldn't help sighing. This is the most basic technique for getting started. Know what will become of tiredness in the future.

"Ring tone, can you come in?" Isabel's voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Yes." I shouted feebly, Isabel walked in, and I showed half of my head from the bathtub: "What's the matter, Isabel? "

"Nothing, just come and see you." Isabel smiled: "Isn't it hurt?"

"No." I shook my head, "just tired."

"That's normal!" Isabel's face immediately showed the expression of the predecessor instructing the younger generation: "I and Frank came here in the first place!"

"You and Fran?" I suddenly became interested: "Tell me your story?"

"Okay, but..." Isabel said with an embarrassed expression: "I am not very clear about the story of Brother and Fran, but I can tell you my own."

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"I was actually rescued by my elder brother." Isabel's always smiling face suddenly showed a melancholy that made me uncomfortable. She slowly said: "When I was young, I lived with my mother. Every day I came to the house. A large group of unknown men, they smoke and drink at home, and they are beaten everywhere, making the home messy. Mother will always bring them to her room one by one. When they come out, the mother always seems to be very She looks uncomfortable, but she never rests, but leads a man into the house again, and receives many people every day, repeating the cycle."

Following Isabel's narrative, my pupils slowly diminished, and Isabel is actually the child of a prostitute...

"Later I grew up a little bit, and gradually I had a few friends in the underground street. Every time I saw them accompanied by my father and mother, I only had my mother, a mother who almost didn't care about me. After that, I asked my mother, Where is my father, my mother avoided me this question, but I did not give up, but kept pestering my mother until my mother became angry. She yelled at me with red eyes, saying that my father was among those men One of them, he disappeared after leaving my drag oil bottle. If he wanted to find his father, he would look for it. It was none of her business if he died. That is, from that moment on, I knew the mother I had always loved and loved. It's a prostitute." Isabel raised her face and concealed the sparkle in her eyes. She took a deep breath and began to narrate.

"After that, I never mentioned this issue again, and it went on for a few more years, until one day my mother suddenly covered her belly in pain and returned to the room after sending off the last client, and closed the door. At that time, I was scared. It was broken, shouting to my mother outside the door, but my mother said that she was just a little uncomfortable, just take a rest, and she threatened me to die with me if I dare to come in. I was frightened, so I waited for my mother outside the door Come out. After a long time, there was still no movement in the room. I couldn't bear the suffering anymore, so I quietly pushed the door and looked in. I saw my mother lying on her back on the bed with blood all over her lower body, her eyes wide open with no expression. , No more breath..." Isabel choked obviously when she said this, but she still showed a heartless expression, as if she wanted to make this story a little bit happier, but she did not know that the harder she tried to laugh, my The heart hurts more.

"My mother just died unexplainedly. Apart from feeling the pain of splitting the liver and gallbladder, I also clearly realized that from this moment on, I was an orphan, a helpless orphan. I buried my mother. In the deepest part of the alley, I left alone. Sooner or later I would become a prostitute if I stayed at my original home. For the next few years, I spent every day in the escape from hiding in Tibet. My mother was only to pay off her debts. Becoming a prostitute, now she is dead, and those debt collectors will take me as a target to hunt down every day. But fortunately, the arrival of Scar has suppressed the group of people, they are all under the banner of Scar, I don’t have to I flee like this every day. Once, I accidentally picked up a wounded pigeon in the vent. I thought that the child must have accidentally flew in to avoid some raptor. Because I think this child is very similar to me, so I rushed through the vent to send it out, but I couldn't match Scar's men and was forced all the way to Big Brother. Fortunately, Big Brother saved me. Then as you can see, I stayed. Brothers didn’t want to bring me, but maybe my crazy obsession with freedom made them change their minds. Well, this is my life experience and it’s not a big deal, right?"

I stared at Isabel with a strong smile. For a long time, a tear fell from my eyes and made a small ripple in the already cold water: "I'm sorry, I don't know..."

"Don't cry, ringtone!" Isabel smiled and rubbed my head: "You don't even cry, how can you cry? And now I live a very happy life, with big brother, flange and you. Only if we can stay together like this, everything is not too bad, is it?"

"...Yes, as long as we are still together, everything is not too bad." Repeating this sentence with a smile, suddenly felt that the innocent and somewhat silly girl in front of her was actually burdened a lot, the reason why she could always be like this Optimistic and cheerful, it is precisely because of her inner struggle against unfair destiny and the almost crazy desire for freedom.Isabel, thank you for giving me a lesson in Ye Lingyin. At least it made me understand the survival rules of this world except for the survival of the fittest: converge sadness and vulnerability, and face the cruelty and cruelty here with the most dazzling and softest edge. Beautiful.