Act 1 begins.

In the old and clean tube building, thirteen-year-old An Fei was awakened by the noise outside the window.

The little girl sat up, rubbed her eyes, and found that there was no one in the room, and her father's voice came from the street outside the window, with anger that she had never seen before.

An Fei was stunned for a moment, got up and changed into her skirt, picked up her mother's doll for her, opened the door and walked out.

A few kerosene lamps were scattered in the mottled corridors, shaking slightly in the wind pouring down the stairs.

An Fei stepped down the stairs, and the footsteps seemed particularly clear on the empty and silent night.

She walked to the door step by step, and her black eyes saw the scene on the street not far away through the crack of the door.

My father led the men in the town, holding various weapons in his hands, and beat a group of glamorous people opposite him backwards step by step.

An Fei knew those people.

Those nobles from outside wanted to tear down the tube building where they lived and expel everyone.

My father is one of the few intellectuals in the town. He led everyone to argue, but those talents have never succeeded.

The young child poked his head out of the door, revealing his white little face, and then his black eyes, watching the people with admiration and expectation as they were driven out by their uncles and uncles led by their father.

Tension, joy, worry, fear, desire... all kinds of expressions flashed through her eyes and eventually turned into a quiet contempt.

A night wind blew, and her hair was blown up by the wind. Even under the cold moonlight, the black and shiny hair shone with a silky light.

An Fei hid at the door, tightened his body, looked at the gentle and angry father, and the crowd of people who were arguing, as if he was looking at a new world.

She even saw the resentment in the noble's eyes before leaving.

Fear hit the child's heart in an instant, and Xiao An Fei's face became more nervous, but because he successfully drove away the bad guy again, An Fei's eyes showed joy.

She ran out of the door, carried her little skirt, and ran towards her father happily. The sweet voice broke through the thorns in the darkness, "Dad!"

"Card!"

With the director's shout, everyone on the scene was instantly shocked and then began to applaud.

"Have this kid really never acted in a show before?"

"There is no trace of youth at all... the sense of substitution is really too powerful!"

"We old guys all have to work hard, but we must not be compared by the little girl..."

Everyone was praising Yun Rao in the gap, but Yun Qing frowned.

Yun Rao glanced at Yun Qing's expression, walked over with her head down, and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Yun Qing sighed and patted her on the shoulder, "I don't blame you."

Yun Rao had no problems in other aspects, but she seemed too deliberate in expressing her father's feelings.

For others, Yun Rao has done well enough, but Yun Qing knows that Yun Rao could have done better.

It’s just that she hates her father so much that she wants her to put herself in her admiration and desire for her father at this time, which makes it too embarrassing for her.

She looked at Yun Rao with guilty eyes and looked deep, "If you can't show attachment and love to the so-called "father", if you imagine the person who did this as me?"

Yun Qing originally wanted Yun Rao to imagine the other party as her mother, but she was afraid of irritating the girl to be sad, so she calmed down her mind and changed into another way.
Chapter completed!