Fairyland, big problem

The car was parked outside an old residential building far away from the central city.

This is an old neighborhood located on the edge of Pipa City. Most of the residents have moved out, and the older generation has a low level of residual income or is unwilling to move out.

The driver's door opened, and a gentle, long-haired woman stepped out sideways.

Her eyes were covered by some kind of black cloth-like substance, like a child playing hide-and-seek, making one wonder if she could see the already dark road clearly.

The street lamps were old and the light seemed drunk. You don't know when you are walking in the empty, crooked narrow alley, and your childhood scenes come to mind.

When I was young, my family was poor, and I lived in an old neighborhood with my parents and sister.

At that time, there were many neighbors in the neighborhood, and the relationship between them was very close. If a couple quarreled or the child was disobedient, the movement could be heard in several nearby buildings, and it was very lively at night.

As the years passed, the young people gradually moved away, but there were not many old people left stubbornly.

After 20 o'clock at night, there is only the sound of wind going back and forth in the alley, but no one is seen.

The house where the family of four once lived has not been sold, or at all.

The sound of the flat cloth shoes is soft, and the slight sound of rubbing against the gravel can only be heard in the quiet corridor, or maybe you don’t know that you are uneasy and difficult to calm down.

The old key opened the old door lock, and the wooden door leaf made a dull sound.

Most of the furniture has been removed from the house where I lived when I was a child. It looks empty, but it is quite clean.

Every once in a while, Jun Bubu will come to clean the house.

The first is the room where the parents live.

The two elderly people are healthy and live in a newly bought apartment in the sub-central area of ​​Loquat City.

Then there is the living room and the kitchen.

Two bedrooms and one living room were cleaned in a blink of an eye, leaving only the last bedroom, which was the room where Jun Buzhi once lived with his sister.

Standing outside the door and taking a deep breath, she mustered up the courage to push open the wooden door that seemed to weigh a hundred catties.

The furnishings in the room have hardly changed, and the two beds designed with bunk beds save space.

Make room for two single desks.

Jun Buzhi walked gently to the desk that belonged to his younger sister, stretched his hand behind his head, and slowly loosened the black cloth.

Outsiders have never seen her real eyes, and they think she is practicing some kind of special way of vision.

Yes or no, you don’t know how to avoid using these eyes as much as possible, and avoid using both eyes to see things directly.

But in the final analysis, through the operation to eliminate the black cloth strips, the normal vision is still using these eyes, deceiving oneself and others.

With gentle movements, the strips of cloth were rolled into neat loops and placed on the desk. Jun Bu squatted down, and the long hair on his shoulders slipped from the side.

The nails were lightly inserted into the cracks in the floor, and there was an empty layer inside, hiding the girly diary in a fresh-keeping bag.

An outstanding graduate of the Strategy Institute, the deputy captain of the third brigade of the Loquat City Special Investigation Team, and a 25-year-old low-level dark fighter.

With so many auras, you don't know how to pick up the diary, but you are extremely cautious.

The weight was not on her hands, but on the bottom of her heart.

With trembling fingers, he opened the first page, and the pages in the diary had their own horizontal lines.

The characters are beautiful but not written on the horizontal line, they are out of the ordinary and oblique.

The format is not important.

The content on the homepage is: I have no cultivation qualifications, but I have a terminal illness.

Because the writer can't see the paper, once he closes the pen, he can't touch where the words and sentences written before are on the page, so only one sentence is written on a piece of paper.

You don't know that it took a lot of mental energy to finish reading this short ten-odd characters alone, with a heavy weight in your heart.

After a long time, she turned the page backwards with an extremely heavy posture.

The second page: I gave my sister my eyes, my world is only dark.

After reading the second paragraph, Jun Bu Bu's eyes were filled with tears, and beads of sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

She has opened this diary many times, and every time she reads it, it is like a great challenge, and her heart is deeply bound by the shackles of condemnation.

Page Three: The last days of my life were completely dark, and I gave the light to my sister.

Reaching out to open the corner of the page, the weight is terribly heavy. You have worked so hard all these years, and only dare to read the first three pages.

The follow-up content can be imagined, it is the biological sister and the gentle text...cursing the sister.

You don't know that you were born in a small poor family, but you were found to have a 4-star cultivation aptitude in a routine physical examination in elementary school, and you have the power to change the whole family.

And my younger sister...has been terminally ill since she was a child, and it is extremely difficult for her to live beyond the age of fifteen. Even if she uses extremely expensive medicines to maintain her life, the situation cannot be reversed.

From a poor family background, Jun didn't know that she could make a lot of money, do great things, and practice extraordinarily hard, even though she didn't quite understand what kind of burden the Dark Lord would bear.

I just know it's a hero...

God's will tricks people, you don't know that you lost your eyesight in an accident, and it cannot be cured unless...an eyeball is transplanted.

My father is a taxi driver. If the eyeballs are transplanted, the family's source of income will be cut off;

Mother has cataracts.

The final source of eyeballs pointed to the sister.

My younger sister is terminally ill and will not live long. After a doctor's examination, her eyeballs are healthy and suitable for transplantation.

If it is delayed for a while, the disease will lead to atrophy of the optic nerve. With the family's financial resources, it is impossible to find a more suitable eye transplant for Junbu.

At that time, you didn't know that you were in a depression that was hit hard, and when you received the news, you only heard that there was a medical institution that was willing to donate eyeballs to future dark fighters.

When she was young, she had no doubts and fell into complete joy. She didn't know how her parents communicated with her sister, and even shared the "joy" with her sister without knowing it.

The younger sister knew that she was terminally ill since she was a child, and she has always been taciturn. The silence at that time did not make Jun Bubu feel strange.

The operation was very successful, and both eyes regained their sight. When I went back to the dilapidated residential building, I didn’t know that I saw my sister who was blindfolded with a black cloth...

A year later, as estimated by the doctor, my younger sister withered at the age of the blooming season, and you didn't know that since then, she has covered her eyes with black cloth strips.

So far, I only have the courage to read the first three pages of the diary. It is hard to imagine how deep hatred my sister will express in the follow-up diary...

No.

On the contrary, blame and curse can be accepted. If my sister continues to tell the reality in a calm tone in the follow-up text, you will feel that your soul will be slowly decomposed by a knife like a fresh steak.

Today is the same, I am still cowardly...

Others praise gentleness, but it is actually a cowardly appearance.

Gently pinch the corner of the third page of the diary with your fingers. It is hard to count how many times you have done this action. In the end, you will just sit in an empty room that is so quiet and scary all night, and give up foolishly.

Parents do not know this diary;

Outsiders don't even know the torment in my heart for many years;

Nobody knows.

Jun, I don't know...

The music suddenly sounded, breaking the darkness that trapped the soul like a cage.

Three to five seconds later, Jun didn't realize that it was the phone ringing.

The caller is displayed on the screen: Wen Jiu...