In an ancient European castle, flowers in the garden are in full bloom, butterflies stop on the flowers, and the woman accidentally picks a bright red rose, and the butterflies stop on it are frightened and fly away.

When the woman saw the butterfly flying away, she pinched the flowers, crushed the petals, and destroyed the flowers with a harsh hand.

The blue butterfly flew towards the sky and flew into the gap in the attic. It wanted to fly out, but could not find the exit, and finally could only scramble in the dim attic.

The attic is small and closed, and the windows are sealed by wooden strips. Only the gaps in the wall can be penetrated.

A woman lying on the straw had a blank look on her face. She was wearing a gray long dress, but when she looked closely, it might have been a white long dress, but now it is too dirty.

The woman looked at the butterfly trapped in the attic and couldn't find the exit, and she pulled the corner of her mouth, and there was a bitter smile: I won't go to a good place, but I came here. It seems that you can only wait for death with me here.

She had lost her speech and had never made any sound since the night of giving birth.

The woman's hands and feet were handcuffed by iron chains, and her wrists and ankles were thick scars. It was obviously struggling and worn out again and again, and finally she left such a thick scar.

The door that had been closed opened, and a woman came in. She was the woman who was snuggling with her hands and the woman who snuggled in the blonde man's arms on the video.

She saw the butterflies flying in, so she came here.

She no longer remembers how long it took to come, but she was about to forget the twin sister who was locked here.

"Sister, I'm here to see you." She stretched out her hand and pinched the butterfly. The next moment, the butterfly shattered its wings and could never fly again.

The miserable butterfly at this moment is like a "sister" locked in his hands and feet by chains.

"Sister, you must live well." It seemed that it was very tiring to climb to the attic. She took a few breaths and covered her heart: "This heart is really becoming less and less useful."

She walked towards the woman locked in chains, took out a handkerchief, gently wiped off the dirty face on the other person's face. Looking at the face that was exactly the same as myself, but with a little more heroic and stubbornness, she laughed softly: "Sister, this is all you owe me. The debt you owe to my mother's womb is now to pay it back one by one. I should feel lucky. Although my sister absorbed too much nutrition from my mother's belly, which made me weak and sick and congenital heart disease, at least I was born smoothly."

She threw away the dirty handkerchief in her hand, and a gloom flashed across her pale face: "But compared to the children in the twins my sister had been pregnant with, my sister was good to me. After all, she 'eated' the other child!"

The woman glared at her fiercely!

"Don't look at me with such a scary look. If you don't live well, I don't know what will happen to the child born."

"I'm four years old now. My mother has raised her very well, she is so fat."

"After all, she is the granddaughter of her mother."

"But if the sister is disobedient and dies, the child will become the next target." She pointed to the heart: "There must be a heart here to replace it."

The woman closed her eyes and chose to accept her fate.

If she hadn't committed suicide for that child, how could she have survived? They drew blood, conducted experiments, or waited for the heart to be transplanted in the end.

"I don't want to have a baby, but Henry wants a baby."

Hearing this, the woman lying on the straw frowned and had a bad premonition.

"Sister, you are already very experienced anyway. Do you help me give birth to a baby? The baby is from Henry and I, I just borrowed your belly. I think you wouldn't refuse it, right? I'm your own sister. Isn't this request too much?"

"By the way, I've read all your diaries. It's so interesting. I never thought that someone like my sister who looks like a boy would like it. I'm curious about what the man in my sister's diary would look like?"

"When my sister gave birth to a baby, my heart should be almost the same. Don't worry, I will use your heart to travel to China. I am very curious if I meet that man with my sister's heart, will it beat violently? After all, my sister loves him so much. Maybe even if she dies, her heart will still beat violently because of your love! It's really exciting to answer!"

She also said a lot, as if seeing the other party's painful and enduring expression made her feel sickly happy. The housekeeper came outside the door, "Miss, Mr. Henry is here to find you."

"Okay, I know."

She stopped teasing the poor little mouse. Before turning around and getting out, she suddenly lowered her voice: "Sister, if you pretend to be you and go to him, will he treat me as you? Hahaha, don't cry, I'm just kidding. I'm not interested in Chinese men, how can I be better than my Henry?"

...

Hotel room

Little Lingling was already sleeping soundly with the doll holding the doll. The little girl was sleeping very boldly, leaning on her feet, pouting her mouth, as if she was muttering something about her sleep.

Gu Lin, who had just come out of the shower, wiped his head dry, fearing that the noise from the hair dryer would wake her up.

Gu Lin hasn't slept well for many years, and long-term insomnia has troubled him. Now he is in a strange environment and has a child around him, so he can't sleep even more.

He tossed and turned several times, and just as he turned over again, a little man jumped onto his bed: "Dad, can't you sleep?"

"You're awake?"

"I'm awakening this!"

"Four o'clock?"

"That's right!" Xiao Lingling raised her chin proudly: "Yin hour, the best time to practice! When the sun and the moon alternate, their skills doubled!"

Xiao Lingling pulled Gu Lin to sit up: "Dad, learn from me, just sit cross-legged with your hands on your knees!"

"Anyway, you can't sleep. Follow me to practice to ensure that your father is healthy and live a long life!"

Xiao Lingling taught breathing methods seriously: "Inhale, exhale, feel yourself, look inside..."

Gu Lin: "…"

He just thought it was with his children to play with his immortals.

But nowadays, children don’t play houses that play as parents, so why is it popular to play houses that play houses that cultivate immortals?

When the program team staff rushed, the scene I saw when I opened the door:

Two people, one big and one small, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed their eyes and breathed seriously on their faces.

"Ah... Gu Dingliu, are you... cultivating immortals?" Zhang Liang couldn't be punished.

The audience in the live broadcast room laughed crazy:

[The style of top-notch dramas has been performed many fairy tales recently?]

[Not to mention, the role of Master Xianjun is similar to his recent new drama, and his position of sitting cross-legged!]

[Is this a very deep-seated drama, really treating myself as an immortal?]

[Actually, Brother Lin has seen too much of the way he looks like he is cultivating immortals. What's wrong with Xiao Lingling? I'm so laughing! Her movements are a bit standard, and her little face is so serious and serious!]

[Does Xiao Lingling want to cultivate immortals and ascend to the sky?]

[Combined with her little look of playing suona and fortune telling, I think the program team owes her a Taoist robe!]
Chapter completed!