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How would Wood know that it was because he had learnt to cook Purple Vegetable Rice that he was able to luckily escape from Denmark's Customs Department.

"Are you looking at a mosquito or a fly?"

Zuo En pulled her into his arms with a dark face, wrapped his arm around her little hand, and placed it on top of the rice and taught her how to wrap the seaweed …

Mu Mu pouted and shot him a sidelong glance. "Looking at that 'gorilla'." In his heart, he added another sentence: Watching the gorilla cook!

"Stars? It wasn't night, so how could there be stars? "What a narcissistic girl …"

Mu Mu grinned and chuckled. Zuo En also laughed at the song of 'Two Gorillas'. It was better not to sing it well. It was too unpleasant to listen to …

The winter sun lightly brushed against her lightly bruised face, causing the abnormally sudden red scratch on her delicate face …

Zorn's eyes dimmed. Had he really been born a Bane? An unknown person?

Why was it that everyone who was with him always had a bad luck, a lot of disasters, and a lot of ups and downs.

Zorn sniffed her hair, held her tight, and told himself that if he couldn't protect you, then in this life I'd rather not let you meet me, even if it meant letting you go. But my heart also told me that even if I were a person abandoned and cursed by the world, I'd live as bright as the sun. Even if I were the Satan of hell, I would go to the Heaven Realm to snatch you back!

"Hua Chi, tell me about your childhood, what happened after you turned five …"

Zuen suddenly wanted to understand more about her. What happened after she left him was something that he didn't participate in, but could be created together in the future.

"They were taken away by their relatives. They said that my uncle and aunt had six or seven children in their family, so their family was very poor. In order to go to school, they had to bring along their younger brother. His younger brother and sister worked together. I remember running away from home three times... "Haha …"

Wooden edges wrapped around the seaweed rice, and as he recalled, his eyes sparkled with a sparkling and translucent light.

"Oh? "And then …"

"And then he was taken back …"

"Why did you run away from home?"

Zuo En looked at the wooden log and suddenly became silent, as if there was a wound opening up inside his body. Tears flowed out from the bottom of his heart …

"Because uncle gave me away and sold me three times, so he ran away three times …"

"Sold 'three times?"

What kind of relative was this? He was simply an animal!

"One time was seven years old, one time was eight years old, and the last time was when he was nine years old. After he turned ten years old, no one else would want a child this young, because he would be difficult to deal with."

"Sold so many times at such a young age?"

"Remember to escape for the first time. Fortunately, you can still sleep in Lu. "In Heaven's Park, the last time was the worst. In the heavy rain, the people who came to arrest me were so terrified that they had no choice but to hide in the public restroom …"

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Scared, very scared …" The public lavatory was so run-down and leaking, but I didn't care when I saw the little grass growing in the corner; at least I was more comfortable than the weeds. "As you get more fortunate, you can choose your own way of life and try to change your own fate. The grass can only grow there, and it will always be the same."

"Grass?"

Zuo En, looking at the casual description and faint smile on Mu Mu's face, he felt that the so-called angel wasn't because she was wearing a snow-white dress with white wings. A real angel must have an unbreakable heart, have their own beliefs and unique soul!

"Yes, grow like grass, but have your own beliefs!"

The light shone softly on the wooden lashes, which were covered with sparkling tears, small and moist, quivering on her drooping eyelashes, reflecting the rainbow color of rain; she did not mind, but she preferred to face all injustices in a happy and calm way. Such a girl is admirably strong.

Although he couldn't choose his birth, choosing to live a happy life was something that he could give to others.

As a poem goes,

You know, you cherish, the flowers work hard; you don't know, you hate, the flowers work hard; yes, the flowers always work hard to open, to open, to thank; to open, to thank!

The same, beautiful days pass by day, you should be happy to spend every day, or suffer through every day, but it is all up to you...