"Fang Huaijin, Fang Huaijin, I don't have a father or a mother, and my nose is full of mucus!"
"Hahahaha, Fang Huaijin, no father, no mother..."
"I have a father! You guys are talking nonsense, talking nonsense!"
"Fang Huaijin, I don't have a father or a mother, my nose is full of mucus... Hahahaha!"
"I didn't! I'm not...!"
In the dark night, the little girl who could not sleep peacefully on the bed cried and shouted. She opened her eyes with tears streaming down her face and stared blankly at the large empty room. She slightly turned back to look at the pillow cover that was already wet with tears, and she was a little unable to recover.
The words in the dream were like needles piercing her heart, and she couldn't control the pain at all. No matter how loudly she retorted in the dream, she couldn't reach other people's ears. The harsh ridicule continued...it seemed like it would continue like this forever.
She wiped away her cooled tears with her little hands, but the hot tears welled up again. The harder she pressed her hands, the more tears she shed. There were so many tears that she sat by the bed and began to sob in a low voice. There was only one person in the empty room.
Her trembling figure was sobbing, and her helpless cries kept echoing in the room.
This year, Fang Huaijin was seven years old.
She has known since she was a child that she is a child who has lost both her parents. She knows that the person calling her father now should actually be her uncle. She knows that her uncle is very good to her. Although he seems to be coercive and cold, he is really strange to her.
Huai, she knew that many people in the family were paying attention to her, and she became the most distressed child in the entire Fang family.
Fang Huaijin also knew that even so, she was still a person.
She couldn't pick up a forged iron plate, couldn't learn forging techniques, couldn't match forging materials, and couldn't recognize forging tools. Fang Huaijin clearly realized from the beginning that she was the only one in the entire Fang family and had no talent at all in learning forging.
"Crack!"
Once again, the forging tool fell off Fang Huaijin's hand, and sparks were directly knocked out on the ground, and jumped directly onto Fang Huaijin's skin. In an instant, a small red dot was printed on it, but Fang Huaijin remained silent.
"Xiaojin! Have you been injured?" Several adults standing next to her hurriedly walked up to her. One of them grabbed her arm and looked at the injury caused by the sparks on it. He couldn't help but blush, "You
Look, it’s hot..."
"Go get it again." A majestic voice sounded in a low voice. Without saying a word, Fang Huaijin went to get it again with her little hands. She struggled to get it, and her face turned red from suppressing it. However, she still could not satisfy the man in front of her, until her delicate fingers were
It was finally finished when a blister was created.
"Does it hurt? Does it hurt?" Someone asked with concern. Fang Huaijin just shook his head and replied, "It doesn't hurt."
The little girl sat there obediently, letting others manipulate her wounds. Her little face was expressionless, as if she had lost all sensory responses. Her calmness beyond her years surprised everyone in the Fang family. This child...
Have you been overstimulated and become autistic?
"Brother! Xiaojin has become like this, and you still force her to learn blacksmithing. Aren't you forcing her to death?"
"Xiaojin can't even laugh! Brother, after all, she is a child you raised personally. Can you bear to see her go on like this?"
"You clearly know that she has no talent in blacksmithing, so there's no point in forcing her!"
The voices of several uncles came over. Fang Huaijin sat there expressionless, with a pair of black eyes looking down at the transparent blisters on her fingers. The man walked up to her, and little Fang Huaijin raised her head to look at him in a daze, "...
…father."
The man pursed his lips and said after a while, "Do what you like to do first, forging... we'll talk about it later."
The little Fang Huaijin still had an expressionless face. She just blinked her eyes and slowly said one word, "...Okay."
Seeing her dull little face, the man turned and left without saying anything. Fang Huaijin sat there and suddenly felt a sudden realization. She no longer had to pick up things that were impossible to hold, and she no longer had to wring them out.
Can she... no longer have to put so much pressure on herself when she can't understand things with her brain?
Since then, little Fang Huaijin has been very interested in pharmaceuticals. Fang Chengchen thought it was just a child's whim and didn't pay much attention to it. However, he unexpectedly discovered Fang Huaijin's talent and ability in pharmaceuticals, and then he came up with the idea of letting her really learn pharmaceuticals.
The Fang family has been a forging family for a hundred years. Even the third oldest one, Fang Chengchen, who is obsessed with medicine, has a certain level of forging, but he just doesn't like forging. It's not that he doesn't really have talent. Only Fang Huaijin is really not good at it.
"Third Uncle, I have finished reading the book you gave me. Are there any new ones?"
Fang Chengchen almost choked on his rice after hearing this, "...Ahem, Xiaojin, can you see it so fast?"
"Well, I stayed up late yesterday and finished reading it."
"...You kid, if you are not in a hurry, why are you working so hard!"
Fang Huaijin raised his face and said, "I'm not in a hurry, I was just fascinated by it and forgot the time for a moment."
Fang Chengchen was a little speechless. Ever since he taught Fang Huaijin how to make medicine, this little girl had never gone anywhere but him. He had a collection of books on medicine, and in just three years, she had almost read them all.
Fang Chengchen frowned slightly. This child's madness and persistence in pharmaceuticals were like driftwood caught by a drowning person, like the rain that the sweat-dried ground longed for. It was so eager and eager, as if in her life,
Nothing but pharmaceuticals.
Fang Chengchen wondered in his mind, could this child... have some mental problems? She was so obsessed with something that she even forgot about the things and people around her. It had been a long time since she had stepped out of the Fang family. She had no friends and no communication.
, I rarely even talk to my family members. This is not going to work!
"Xiaojin, I heard that relatives from afar are visiting today. You should go and see them too."
"I don't want to go." Fang Huaijin said, "Uncle Third, I just want to read."
"..." Fang Chengchen was a little helpless. Fortunately, someone came to find him. Fang Chengyu, the head of the Fang family, asked Fang Huaijin to come over. Fang Huaijin was silent for a while, then stood up and followed the man. Fang Chengchen looked at his niece's little back and only
It felt like there was a thick wall in her heart. The real thing was that she was hiding behind the wall and didn't want to see anyone at all.
In the front hall of the Fang family, many people gathered together to talk and laugh. All the children of the same age were chasing each other and playing around. It was a peaceful scene. Fang Huaijin looked at the family for a while, then silently got up and left, walking to a place next to the square hall.
In the small courtyard, she felt something sweep past her cheek. As soon as she turned around, a large puff of breath hit her face.
"Hahahaha, look at her, she can't even hide!"
Several strange children of the same age but whom he had never seen before were standing not far away. Fang Huaijin reached out his little hand and touched his face. There was a big ball of mud.
"Snapped!"
Another ball of mud rushed towards Fang Huaijin, directly hitting Fang Huaijin's eyes. She closed her eyes in embarrassment. Seeing her like this, several children couldn't help but laughed again. Seeing that she didn't respond, they threw the mud rudely.
Fang Huaijin came over, and after a while, Fang Huaijin was covered in mud. Her face, hair, and clothes were all covered with mud marks, and several children were very happy. They seemed to regard her as a target and kept throwing them at her.
He threw it aside and muttered, "Isn't she a fool? She doesn't even know how to hide, hahahaha!"
"Maybe she's just a fool, she doesn't have any expression, hahaha!"
The children laughed and threw the mud more vigorously. Fang Huaijin stood there and blocked herself with her arms, but she still couldn't stop the mud formula. She could only retreat awkwardly, but she didn't want to slip and fall down.
On the ground, something instantly pricked my palm!
"Ah! Is she bleeding?" Several children looked at the ground and immediately dropped the mud in their hands. Fang Huaijin turned her face away and raised her hand to see that her palm had been scratched just now, lying across her shoulder.
There was a deep wound on her palm, and red blood kept coming out, dripping from the wound on her palm down to her wrist and falling to the ground.
"You guys...Xiaojin!" An adult came over and was obviously panicked when he saw this scene. Several children said, "It wasn't us! She fell down accidentally, and we didn't push her! It was all.
She did it herself!”
"She did it all by herself. What's wrong with the mud all over her body?" The aunt who came over looked at Fang Huaijin who was in a mess and helped her up from the ground. "Xiaojin, it's okay. Don't worry.
Afraid."
"She did it herself..." Several children stood there muttering, staring at Fang Huaijin. Fang Huaijin silently looked away and followed her aunt to treat the wound. She said nothing during the process. She just looked at those who cared about her.
He smiled but never spoke.
When Fang Huaijin was ten years old, she almost lost her arm in an accident. She only remembered her eldest father holding her in his arms with a pale face and running wildly. She only remembered that the red blood was flowing along her body, as if she was full of blood.
Like red flowers along the way, the third uncle was obviously panicked and the eldest father was suppressed and furious, but she herself was surprisingly calm.
I don’t know where she started. She is no longer very good at being happy or sad, she is not very good at crying, and she is not very good at being sad. It seems that everything has passed through her eyes and nothing has passed through her heart.
She didn't understand why she was still in this world.
What is she living for?
"Xiao Jin, don't you even cry out in pain?" Third Uncle asked her. Ten-year-old Fang Huaijin sat on the bed and twitched the corner of his mouth at Fang Chengchen, "Third Uncle, I don't feel any pain."
Fang Chengchen's heart suddenly felt sour. Since when did this child...become like this?
One arm was almost gone, and she actually said it didn't hurt...how could it not hurt!
Fang Chengchen couldn't help but reach out and touch her long hair, "Xiaojin, what else in this world do you care about?"
"...Pharmaceuticals." Fang Huaijin looked at Fang Chengchen with his clear but dull eyes, "Uncle, I like pharmaceuticals."
"Okay, then study pharmaceuticals carefully, then regard this path as the direction of your life..." Fang Chengchen murmured, fearing that his little niece would really lose herself. In the days to come, Fang Huaijin would be like this
Addicted to medicine, Fang Chengchen no longer spoke to control him. He seemed to understand his little niece at this moment, and understood the loneliness and fear in her heart. Fang Chengchen looked at the little figure in the study lowering his head reading a book, and just sighed. If only this could make her happy.
It's okay to live on.
At the age of fourteen, Fang Huaijin showed her extremely talented pharmaceutical skills. Fang Chengchen has always been proud of her. She is a very motivated and humble child, and she has always been a loner. She has her own persistence.
, and also has his own yearning.
The year when Fang Huaijin first entered the small sect, many people couldn't wait to establish a good relationship with her because of their family connections, but they all backed away after a few days of contact. Many female classmates began to whisper in private, did Fang Huaijin have any
Is she sick? She can't even smile, nor can she take the initiative to talk to others. She doesn't want to pay attention to anything she says. Who can she show to her by pretending to be aloof?
Fang Huaijin listened to these rumors and didn't understand what they meant. She could only clearly see that the person who was close to her before suddenly disappeared.
She looked at the empty place next to her, and then at the other people having fun in groups of two or three. Fang Huaijin's black eyes lowered slightly, it was nothing, she was just alone.
"Uncle Third, what is a friend?" Fang Huaijin murmured when he went home occasionally. Fang Chengchen couldn't help but feel his heart tremble when he heard this. He spoke cautiously, "There are many kinds of friends. Real friends can be friends.
You bear joy and pain together, share with each other, and protect each other."
Fang Huaijin responded lightly, and Fang Chengchen couldn't help but ask, "Xiaojin, do you want such a friend?"
"...I don't want to." Fang Huaijin turned the pages of the book a few times, "I don't need it, I can be alone."
Fang Chengchen smiled. While tidying up the bookshelf, he spoke in a low voice, "There will be such friends. Xiaojin, you will definitely have them..."
Fang Huaijin sat there, seemingly not hearing this sentence. Fang Chengchen looked at her growing up, looking at this little face that had not shown a smile for who knows how many years. This child still has to live in the wall he built.
,stay How long?
"Xiao Jin, if you have such a friend in the future, you must bring him home, you know?" Fang Chengchen said. Fang Huaijin, who was sitting there reading for a while, finally said, "...Okay."
Fang Huaijin has become an incompatible existence in the small sect in the past few years. She does everything by herself. No one forms a team with her. It doesn't matter that she can't take on tasks. She can get credits by taking on some chores, because she has three
When it comes to family origins, most of the students in the small sect only dare to gossip in secret and dare not say anything in person.
The teachers of the small sect couldn't stand it anymore, so they just put Fang Huaijin in a group. The group didn't dare to say anything. They only said to Fang Huaijin, "There's nothing we can do. The teacher arranged it, and we took on the task."
, the credits will also be divided among you, you don’t have to stay with us.
After hearing this, Fang Huaijin just said a good word and nothing else. She was still a person, but with the task credits, she didn't need to do the chores before. Everyone in the small sect was busy working on the credits.
When individuals have heated discussions and quarrels together, she is always alone.
Until that day, she knew that Song Jiu, whom she had longed for, had a student. She couldn't help it, and wanted to see what kind of person could become Song Jiu's student. In that store, that beautiful little girl
, but without knowing anything, he held a Mermaid Tear in his hand.
She didn't understand why it was her. She couldn't suppress her emotions and took the initiative to chase her and talk to her for the first time.
"……I forgot."
Fang Huaijin saw through her lie at a glance. She had forgotten it. She clearly didn't understand. She didn't know anything about the Mermaid Tears. How could she...become Song Ji's student!
With her heart pounding, Fang Huaijin felt emotions that she had not experienced in many years, and was a little panicked. Until she saw the medicine pill she made, Fang Huaijin knew that she might not be able to surpass this girl in her whole life.
If you lose, you will be convinced.
There seemed to be a hole in her heart. She had always aimed to become Song Yi's student and refused to stop working hard. But now...she was in a daze. The goal that had always inspired her to move forward suddenly disappeared, and she felt sad.
He stood there in confusion, suddenly not knowing where to go.
"Hey, don't leave!" She grabbed her hand, and Fang Huaijin didn't expect what happened next. Not only did she become Song Ji's student, but she also had a fellow junior student named Ye Guilan.
.
Her foundation was very poor, so bad that Fang Huaijin doubted whether she had really studied medicine systematically. She didn't know the most basic things, but the pills she made were amazing. She was very naughty and would always treat people who came unkindly.
Saying things that make them angry but helpless, they can act, they can hide their true selves, they can be cruel, they can be angry, they can be ruthless...
She is very clingy and will always come close to her, either bending her arms or leaning on her shoulders. She is very talkative and always likes to tell herself some novel experiences, tell some funny jokes, and even give others nicknames. Although
Not good but very relevant.
She doesn't like to study, but she always takes her tutoring seriously. She doesn't like to be competitive, but she always stands up for herself. She doesn't like to deal with strangers, but she returns home with herself and accepts the leadership of her elders.
Collapse of care.
She does not trust others easily, but is willing to share it with herself. When it comes to life and death, her choice is to save herself first.
Fang Huaijin opened the door and looked at the girl who was sleeping sweetly on Chu Xin's body. Her breathing was long and there were visible dark circles under her eyes. She slept so defenselessly and so painfully...
Fang Huaijin walked over and gently brushed her cheek with his hand. Her friend was her junior sister.
When she lost her goal and was helpless, she was the one who helped her. Her side was no longer as deserted as before. Every time she turned her head, what she saw was no longer her lonely shadow, but her side.
Face.
Fang Huaijin couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sun setting outside the window.
If my world is full of gloomy clouds, and if the gloomy clouds will eventually be dispelled, then you must be the blazing sun, cutting through the thorns for me and guiding me to the bright light.