3 shaku

The filming progress of the crew of "Cloud Breaking the Moon" has been very fast, thanks to the heroine with superb acting skills, she is more likely to perceive the subtleties of emotions than ordinary people.

This ability is probably related to her childhood experience. Her mother was a first-class beauty and an out-and-out lunatic.Her physical father raped her mother while drunk, and she was born months later.

Some people are born sinful.

She grew up in a wealthy family and had no worries about food and clothing. Except for being unloved by her parents, she was not treated badly in other aspects. Like all children who were neglected by their original families, her mind matured far faster than her peers.Such a child is usually considered a monster, has no playmates, and does not need playmates.When she was older, she would occasionally eavesdrop on the chattering servants at home.

"Second Miss is really like the Eldest Miss back then."

"It's a pity, Missy left early."

"Hey, the eldest lady loves to laugh at children so much, she's not at all like the second lady."

"Second Miss, will she inherit Madam..."

"Shh, stop talking."

……

She also had an older sister, her name was Ran Chenhun, and her name was Chaomu.She knew that Ran Zhaomu was a cheap substitute in the eyes of others.A few years later, she also knew that none of the young ladies of the Ran family were really happy.

The only time she felt that her mother loved her was when she was eight years old. She had a stomach upset that night. Instead of drinking the milk mixed with sleeping pills that her mother sent as usual, she secretly poured it into the flowerpot while she was not paying attention.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by rustling noises.

She left the bedroom and went to the living room downstairs to find water to drink,

The man's body pressed heavily on the girl's body, one after another, the immature carcass/body, the vase shattered, the petals withered, and the girl looked at her who was hiding in the dark.

She recognized the girl who was sexually assaulted, a child star who often appeared in literary movies, and was about her age.

The little child star was like a moth burned by flames, struggling to dance its broken wings, and then was completely crushed into ashes.For a moment, she couldn't tell whether the red that stained her eyes was the color of roses, or the blood from the girl's lower body.

She wanted to scream, but a person quietly stood behind her, covering her mouth tightly, and her mother whispered in her ear, "Chaomu, you are not good."

They were all accomplices in this "murder".

The little child star is not the first child, nor the last child. The young girl's body is the bargaining chip for the men, and the object for the men to vent their desires, except that they do not belong to themselves.

She fell in love with roses from that night, and the long-abandoned flower garden welcomed a new owner. She often picked the beautiful flowers, and let the fine flower thorns pierce the skin. Only then can it disappear for a moment, and then exile itself in the darkness again.

On the day her mother chose to marry, she wore a long black dress and bright lipstick, and asked her to go to the flower garden to help pick a rose, so that she could put it in her hair and take pictures as a souvenir.

She came to the flower garden and bent down among the flowers. Suddenly there was a loud noise behind her, and the villa burst into flames.Her mother died the moment she plucked the rose, and the rose thorn cut through her heart the moment she clenched it tightly.

Before her mother’s funeral, she went to a monastery. Monks and pilgrims came and went. Some came to seek peace of mind, while others came just to redeem their sins. Dust.

The Buddha Dharma is boundless and the Buddha image is majestic. She knelt before the Buddha and suddenly realized the impermanence of life.

The abbot held the beads, and heard the little benefactor ask amidst the non-stop chanting: "Abbot, they said: I am merciful to the Buddha. I have done many wrong things. Will the Buddha forgive my mistakes?"

The abbot clasped his hands together: "Little benefactor, the Buddha is someone who has come before, and people are the Buddha in the future. It is the Buddha or not the Buddha who can forgive you."

There was an unconcealable sadness on the face of the little benefactor. Before she could open her mouth, the abbot had already penetrated her thoughts: "Little benefactor, make more good karma. What you want in your heart will have a place to go."

The little benefactor shouldn't be dead-hearted at such an age.

The little benefactor asked: "What is a good relationship?" She knew that her sins were serious, so she could only pray to the Buddha and ask the Buddha when she would be liberated.

"Everywhere is a good relationship." The abbot looked pitifully, no matter who it is, there is justice in this world.

Walking out of the Buddhist hall, red beans rustled down in the courtyard. Faithful men and good women tied red belts on the branches in order to seek marriage for many generations. When she came, she walked in a hurry, and she didn't find this red bean tree until now.

People passing by said that this tree is a sacred tree, blessed by the Buddha, and the red beans on the tree are invincible in all seasons. Does the Buddha, who can cut off the emotions and desires, care about human love?

She couldn't figure out the answer, so she bought a bunch of red beans from the little monk and formed the first small good relationship.

Not long after, her elder sister, who everyone believed had died, returned to Guangdong to inherit the family business, and took her away from that man.

Then everything changed, the older sister decided to send their common father to hell, the older sister loved her, protected her behind her, and faced death alone several times.

The most dangerous time was when my sister was shot and almost died on the operating table. She sat on a chair in the corridor and was torn apart by the past.

A few days later, she met Shen Xizhou, the sister of her sister's girlfriend. The sister asked her about the wound on her palm: "Does it not hurt?"

That day she just got a bright rose, she held the flower tightly and heard crying in her heart: "I'm used to it."

Shen Xizhou said: "My younger sister is about the same age as you. If you have the opportunity to let your older sister bring you to my house to play, she should be very happy."

Shen Xizhou's eyes were like the Buddha she had kneeled in the Buddhist hall, kind and compassionate, she sent the blood-stained rose in her hand, begging the Buddha to save her.

In the summer vacation of the same year, my sister took Shen Xizhou to meet her girlfriend's family in the name of celebrating Shen Xizhou's birthday. When she entered the door, she heard crisp and clear human voices upstairs.

A girl of similar age was holding the guardrail. She had a beautiful appearance and clean eyes: "Are you Sister Chenmu's younger sister?"

She said, "Hello, my name is Ran Zhaomu."

The girl asked back: "Ran Chaomu, Chao Chaomu?"

Her heart was calm: "Yes."

The girl went downstairs, speaking very slowly: "A long time ago, I read a book, and there is a sentence in it that I want to share with you."

She saw her approaching step by step: "what?"

"Day and night, live up to lovesickness."

The girl stood still and smiled brightly: "Hello, my name is Shen Xiangsi."

It was not until many years later that she realized that the good relationship between herself and Shen Xiangsi lasted as long as a lifetime.

The author has something to say: the story of the Ran family can be found in the same series "Knowing Me", which can be seen in the column.

If you feel uncomfortable after reading this chapter, please take three deep breaths.