"If you don't believe me, I'm the owner of the hairband, that's okay, because even I don't believe it! But if I say I don't need that, do you believe it?" Looking at Zhuoran with a steady look, Wuyou's eyes were full of sincerity.
"You really didn't bring it to the goddess's hair?" Perhaps because he was seriously impressed by Wuyou's frankness, Zhuoran was not as resistant to Wuyou.
After all, I am still a child and I dare not trust others easily, but once I feel a little shaken, I will not be able to get it back no matter how rational it is.
"Yeah, no, I'm here for you!"
Looking at the innocent and cute Zhuoran, Wuyou smiled faintly, and the depression brought by the goddess's hairband in his heart was relieved a lot. The tips of his eyebrows gradually rose, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.
"For me?" pointed to his nose, Zhuoran couldn't believe what Wuyou said.
"Yes, it's for you!"
"Who are you? Do you know me?" Wuyou forced herself into a dream and must have used the person who existed in the dream world. The role Wuyou played at this time may not be deeply impressed by Zhuoran, but he was the person who affected her life.
"I am Mo Yan, and I am also a Shadow Knight like your father!"
"What, are you Lord Mo Yan?" Zhuoran's eyes widened, perhaps because he had some impression of the legendary person.
"Yeah, it's me, then are you willing to leave with me now?" Wuyou waved at Zhuoran as if he was kidnapped by a child.
"But...but I...this is my home!" After hesitating for a long time, Zhuoran actually said this.
In the world of children, there is no simple right or wrong, and there is no hatred. More than forgiveness. Father is a father. Even if he is like a person, in your eyes, he is a steadfast existence, just like Zhuoyue. He treats Zhuoran so much, but in the little girl's heart, she still has never really hated her father.
"Don't you hate him?" Thinking of the person who threatened himself and pushed himself into the abyss, Wuyou felt that he was more like Zhuoran, but Wuyou learned to hate and be inexcusable.
"Hate, but I don't blame him. He is not wrong. I am indeed a useless person. No wonder they don't want me!" At this time, Zhuoran was like an abandoned little girl. Her hands as thin as dry firewood hugged her knees tightly, curled up in a ball, looking particularly lonely.
"You are much happier than me. Hate comes faster and forgive me faster. Unlike me, I think I will never forgive her for the rest of my life!"
"Are your parents not good to you?" Seeing Wuyou's loneliness, Zhuoran suddenly raised his head and looked at Wuyou blankly with his starry eyes. Obviously, he didn't believe that the famous Shadow Auntie would have such an experience.
"My father is a good person who stands tall and upright. I admire him very much, but because of their respective identities, I can never get too close to him, nor have the chance to appear next to him all the time. I think I am a stain on his life, and I feel ashamed of myself! "Wuyou didn't know why he told a little girl so much.
"What about your mother?" Looking at Wuyou's look in deep thought, Zhuoran's curiosity was also aroused.
"Don't mention her, I can only say that she will always be the good mother in my memory!" He gave Zhuoran a bright smile, Wuyou didn't want to cause any shadow to her childhood, Zhuoran was suitable for the sunshine.
"Well, if you don't want to say it, don't say it. I don't like others to mention my family!" A trace of understanding flashed in Zhuoran's eyes. Wuyou lifted his wound in front of her, and she didn't want to sprinkle salt on her wound.
"Can you take me to find a goddess's hairband?" After a long silence, Wuyou still said what he said in his heart.
"You said it was not for the hair!" Hearing this, Zhuoran was like a rabbit with a trampled tail, and she was furious on the spot. She felt that everything Wuyou said was for the sake of sympathy for her.
"I said, I didn't come for it. Forget it, you don't believe it after saying it. Is this OK? Let's make a deal, you take me to find that hairband, I will make you strong, so powerful that no one can bully you anymore!"
Undoubtedly, the conditions are very tempting. If it were an ordinary child, he might have agreed with his hands, but this obviously does not work in front of people like Zhuoran who have suffered too much.
"Why should I believe you first?" Wuyou was a little surprised.
There were quite a lot of surprises I got from Zhuoran. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, she would never have thought that Zhuoran, who was optimistic and cheerful, would have been a person with low self-esteem and very sensitive when she was a child.
"Then why don't you believe me?" Faced with a person who is already at a loss, Wuyou can only give hope. If Zhuoran is smart enough, he will definitely not reject this slight fire of hope.
"Mr. Mo Yan, no matter what your purpose is for coming here, I chose to believe you because you gave me the minimum respect!" After dusting the dust on my body, I stretched out my hand, put it on Wuyou's hand that he had been stretching out, Zhuoran stood up from the ground with difficulty.
There is one thing that Wuyou did very well. That is, from the beginning to the end, she chose to stand at the same height as Zhuoran. She did not look down on her because of her appearance, nor did she plot against her because of her special identity. There was only a fair deal.
"You won't regret your decision!" He reached out to dust off the dust on Zhuoran's body, and Wuyou raised a chuckling on the corner of his mouth. At this moment, she seemed to have freed herself.
"Sir Mo Yan, let's go, I'll take you to find that hairband, but please remember your own promise!" Xiao Zhuoran became cramped when facing Wuyou's smile, and seemed a little shy.
"Wait a minute!" Wuyou did not raise his foot, but instead called Zhuoran.
"You want to go back on your word?"
Unexpectedly, the child changed his face so quickly. Wuyou said, "Wait for a moment, and Zhuoran's face turned black like the bottom of a pot."
Shaking his head slightly, Wuyou was also helpless and sighed in his heart: "Shadow Auntie, I'm sorry for you, your image in Zhuoran's mind has been completely destroyed!"
"I didn't want to go back on my word, I just wanted to make an agreement with you!"
"What agreement?" Zhuoran was a little puzzled. Wuyou had always been leading her away, as if she was a passive person.
"Keep confidential!" The thin lips moved slightly, and two faint words were spit out from Wuyou's mouth.
"Keep confidential?" Tickled his head, Zhuoran seemed to be a little confused.
"That's right, it's just keeping it confidential. After our transaction is completed, no matter how many years later, if we meet again, you can't talk about what happened back then. You should think that we never knew each other. I can't mention this to anyone, even the person you are closest to, only you and I know at this time!" Thinking of Zhuoran's memory many years later, Wuyou wisely made such an agreement.
"Why?" Xiumei frowned, Zhuoran felt that Lord Mo Yan was too strange.
"There is no reason. Children should not ask so many whys. You just need to say that you agree or not!"
Wuyou spoke seriously, and Zhuoran also listened seriously. In this way, the two fell into a brief silence.
After a long time, Zhuoran's head, which had been lowering, suddenly raised up.
"Although I don't understand what you would do, Lord Mo Yan, but I promise you!"
"Not bad!" Looking at Zhuoran's cuteness when he was a child, Wuyou couldn't help but praise him in his heart.
"Can we leave now?" Seeing that Wuyou was smiling but never spoke, Zhuoran's face froze and he asked again.
"It's OK!" He stretched out his hand, obviously trying to lead Zhuoran and walk together. He made this move, Wuyou was just a casual move. Zhuoran was wearing thin clothes. Just standing next to her, Wuyou could still feel whether she was fighting Leng Chan. He stretched out his hand, just to warm her.
Looking at Wuyou's jade-like hands, and then looking at his dark little hands, Zhuoran instinctively hid his hand on his sleeve and then placed it behind him.
Wuyou did not give up, but instead broke her hand over and held it in his own hands.
The temperature on Wuyou's hand slowly reached Zhuoran's cold palm, and Zhuoran felt that his heart melted at this moment.
He raised his head and under the faint moonlight, he could only see Wuyou's smooth jaw and the faint smile on the corners of his lips. A thought lit up in Zhuoran's heart: "Maybe it's a good thing to believe her!"
"Mom's grave!" said five words, and Zhuoran's heart, which had finally warmed up, was cold again.
She had a secret, a secret that even her father had never told. Before her death, her mother handed over the hairband that caused her to die tragically, and told her to keep it well, even her father could not tell it.
Because of this promise, Zhuoran lost his father's love and became the humble existence in the family. His father did not drive her away, but it was even more cruel than driving her away. The family welcomed a new mother, and Zhuoran was also trapped in a permanent nightmare.
Every day, she will be destroyed by this stepmother, not only physically but also spiritually. At a young age, she has already experienced the pain that ordinary shadow demons have not tasted. I believe she is the one in the worst situation among all the Shadow Young Masters.
"Here!" He arrived on a desolate lawn, Zhuoran stopped in front of a landblock.
"That's it?" Looking at the earth bun in front of him, Wuyou also felt a little unbelievable that Zhuoran's mother would be buried here.
"It's here that my mother really died here. She didn't let me tell my father, so the one in the Zhuo family is not my mother's real grave." explained faintly Wei Wuyou, Zhuoran's face was full of bitterness.
"Did your mother be killed by your father?" After a long silence, Wuyou suddenly raised his head and frowned.
"How do you know?" Zhuoran looked at Wuyou in surprise. From the beginning to the end, she only said that the hairband killed her mother, and did not say anything else.
"It was it telling me!" Wuyou said in a deep voice, pointing to the faint light floating in the air not far away.