I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Another rainy day in London.

The arched window in the study room and the white screen window together constitute the memory of the city of London, Bian Jichen.

Looking out of that old window, it was always gloomy London.The sky always looks very low, and the clouds are thick, and the dark clouds that have absorbed the rainwater are floating above the roofs of people's houses, and the rain is always unable to fall.

On such a cloudy day, only the green dew-stained lawn under the bungalow looked alive.

The hostess of the bungalow came back in a car.

She has the blood of the British royal family. It is said that she is the daughter of a princess. She is the traditional old money. Label.

I have been arrogant for most of my life, but I haven't found a husband who is suitable for me.

Later, the hostess of the bungalow moved in alone and lived the life of a single woman living alone.

The gray hair and the creases left by the years on the face, these mean aging and death on ordinary people, but on her, wrinkles have become synonymous with elegance.

After stretching out his hand to hold a little bit of rainwater, Xiaobian Jichen left the window, returned to the desk, and continued to look at the books on the desk.

The door was pushed open.

The hostess of the bungalow walked in wearing a dark green velvet skirt.

"I brought you a present."

In her 50s, she has loose skin on her hands and emerald rings on her aged fingers.

The green light is shining like a dream from a fairy tale. The color of the gemstone reminded him of the quiet green forest outside the window.

It has been standing there, the forest is tall and dense, blocking the beautiful lake behind it, and also blocking his childlike innocence.

Xiaobian Jichen's eyes are very beautiful, but there is no fluctuation of vitality in them. He has learned to be restrained and taciturn since he was very young.

When he heard that there was a gift, his face did not have the joy that a normal child should have.

He sat upright without moving his eyes.

The woman who had been elegant for most of her life handed him the box in her hand. She smiled, "I think you will like the pen chosen by Duke David himself."

Little Bian Jichen opened the box in front of her, glanced at it, then held his stiff lips, and said politely, "Thank you."

The woman nodded, her eyes were as normal as usual, thinking that he liked this gift very much.

But it never occurred to her that there was anything wrong with buying a pen as a gift for a seven-year-old...

Jiang Chacha's soul watched this scene as a bystander, and was almost depressed.

Can't you see that there is no expression on his face! !
Does this look happy! !

Other children's gifts are Transformers sports car toys, you buy him a pen!
His personality has already started to become reticent, if you still treat him like this, if you continue like this, how can he still laugh in the future! !
No wonder his personality will be so cold in the future! !
Little Bian Ji Chen showed a stiff smile, he wanted to laugh very much, but his face was usually expressionless, now when he smiled, his cheeks felt stiff and sore.

He's not used to smiling.

He picked up the pen, looked at it, and then put it down, with a serious expression on his face. He put the lid back quite seriously, but there was no joy on his face, just as calm as usual.

"Have you read all the books I asked you to read?"

The hostess speaks with an English accent, which reminds me of a romantic and lonely rainy night in London.

After she finished speaking, she picked up her antique glasses and put them on her face, holding them with one hand.Because of his old age and foggy glasses, he had to squint slightly to read the handwriting on his book.

She is stereotyped and always speaks with an inhuman indifference.

Xiaobian Jichen looked at her calmly, "I can't finish a book in three days."

"I think you can do it." The gray-haired middle-aged woman raised her glasses with her fingers, then glanced at him sternly and gracefully. Her tone was always commanding. The habit in his bones is the arrogance revealed from his posture without knowing it.

She has deep facial features, a typical European face, but she is not so stunning, but she has an unforgettable temperament.

"This is the list of tomorrow's dinner. Here are the invited nobles and their photos. You must remember them all for me before tomorrow night." After she finished speaking, she handed over something that looked like an envelope.

Little Bian Jichen looked at the complicated English names and faces on it, he was silent for a moment, and said, "I can't remember all of them."

She interrupted him with an aggressive English accent.

"You can do it," she said.

Little Bian Ji Chen frowned, he kept picking up the photos on the table with both hands, looking at them again and again.

The people in the photo are obviously wearing gorgeous clothes of jewel-like bright colors, but they also seem to have become dim under the indelible cloudy gray of London.

When Jiang Chacha was engrossed in watching it, she felt her soul being pulled by the hand behind her. The hands and hands of the clock on the retro floral yellow wall changed.

As soon as her soul stood firm in the corridor, she saw Xiaobian Jichen who had changed clothes.

At such a young age, he already looked like a little gentleman.

Jiang Chacha found that this bungalow has been shrouded in a light shadow from now on.

There seems to be no daylight above the roof all the year round, and the light inside the house is always dim. The dim lace tablecloth, the dim white window screens, everything seems to have fallen layers of gray after being old, beautiful and barren.

The antique furniture in the bungalow is complicated and exquisite, and it looks very gorgeous in color, but for some reason, they stay silently in the corner of the bungalow, and it will only make people feel tight and depressed.

Inescapable depression.

And in the corridor, stood the same depressed self.The short hair of this noble hostess is between black and gray, with a staid face, and a classic long skirt that has long been eliminated and forgotten by the times, wrapping from the neck to the feet.

This woman, who was obsessed with the past but was abandoned by the past, who despised the new era but was isolated by the times, has many eccentricities that are not suitable for the times, and also faithfully abides by all kinds of harsh and rigid etiquette rules.

The hostess adopted Xiaobian Jichen as her adopted son. She was never married and he was the only legal heir of her property.

So, she forced this young boy to learn various etiquettes of the royal family, demanding him harshly, depriving him of his childhood, and turning his character into a rainy day in London.

She was standing in the corridor at this time, holding a ruler in her hand, her face looked extremely gloomy due to being too rigid, like this dead western-style building itself.

"If you can't learn these etiquettes, how can I take you to meet the queen and the prime minister?"

She spoke with majesty to the point of fear.

Little Bian Jichen's face was calm, he didn't resist or refute, but quietly and obediently stretched out his hand, as if he also believed in his heart that he was not doing well enough.

The ruler hit his palm hard again and again.The child's immature and smooth skin was soon riddled with red marks and swollen unbearably.

The woman had had enough and left alone in an eerie silence.

Lightning suddenly flashed outside the window, and after a day of dark clouds covering the roof, it finally rained.

Little Bian Jichen glanced at the ruler thrown on the ground by the woman, thought for a while, and then tried to pick it up with the hands of the child who had just been beaten.

But as soon as he picked it up, his fingers trembled with pain, and the ruler fell to the ground.He couldn't help frowning and clasped his hands together.

The palm that had been slapped by the woman was burning hot at this moment, like a cracked wound with some spicy oil sprinkled on it, and it was throbbing with pain.

He tried his best to endure the pain, his forehead was sweating, and he didn't make a sound.He rubbed his red fingertips, then endured the pain, bent down to pick it up, then tiptoed, trying to reach the shelf, and put it back in place.

He went to find the ointment, endured the pain, smeared it on his palm, and rubbed it expressionlessly.

He understands everything, understands everything, so he doesn't resent or feel sorry for himself.

After applying the ointment, he put the medicine box away, and then walked up the long and depressing stairs alone. He heard the sound of rain, and returned to the study in the dim light.

In his ignorant and silent childhood, he gradually fell in love with the rainy days in London.

He likes to open the window halfway, let the cool wind blow into the study, and let the wind blow the pages between his fingers.

Little Bian Jichen sat on the floor, leaning against the window behind him.The wind kept blowing in from the outside, making his neck feel chilly, but his hot fingers couldn't feel the coolness at all, his hands were flushed red, still sore and sore.

He just lowered his eyes and watched quietly.

[At this moment, you dragged your suitcase, and finally arrived at the address on that piece of paper, and arrived at the small bungalow where Bian Jichen lived in his childhood. 】

[Because you and Bian Jichen are separated by a heavy iron gate, you cannot enter the yard. 】

[But it doesn't matter, under this impenetrable wall, there is a dog hole that can just accommodate you alone! 】

"..."

Jiang Chacha was so angry that her shoulders were shaking.Damn, you actually told her to go through a dog hole? ?Go crazy! !

But, there is really no other way...

Jiang Chacha is too small now, when she looked up, the huge and heavy iron gate occupied all her sight, and she lay on the iron gate again, her eyes were wide open, and she couldn't see the exquisite bungalow in the distance.

Dark clouds were still floating above, and the sky was cut into white and gray, and there was no clear boundary between the two colors.

Jiang Chacha lowered her head, and finally she found helplessly that she really had no choice but to drill into that dog hole.

I was still thinking about what to do with the pink suitcase in her hand.

Finally, she realized that this was a dream, so she casually threw it on the road.

She didn't care if her skirt would get dirty, she bit the bullet and stuck her head into that dog hole.

The drizzle was still falling, and the rain fell to the ground one after another, washing away the dust, so that the forest in front of the bungalow was greener, and the lawn below looked more tender and tender.

Little Bian Jichen turned another page with his hot fingers.

He was reading the story described in the book. This paragraph in English described a fairy, she had agile green wings, and her eyes were not like the blue eyes of the British he usually saw, but black like him.

According to the book, this fairy has brown eyes.

Her eyes are as vivid as her green wings.

The sound of flipping books and the sound of wind whistling in the empty study room made the atmosphere even more lonely and deserted.

In this tranquility.

"Bian Jichen!"

Sensitive ears suddenly caught an unfamiliar sound from the howling wind.

In this vast land, many people call him Ryan by his English name.

But now, he heard the language of his distant mother country.

He heard his Chinese name after a long absence.

The wind lifted the white screen behind him, and the pages of his book.

Xiao Bian Ji Chen's eyes moved slightly.

Is it a hallucination?

After his mother dragged the suitcase and asked the moving company to empty the house, no one ever called him by his Chinese name in his native language.

And he had just read about an elf godmother in a book, perhaps it was because of this that he had hallucinations.

Little Bian Jichen didn't respond, and continued to read the story silently.

Amidst the pattering rain, that voice pierced through the rain curtain again.

"Bian Jichen!"

This time he got it.

The language from the distant motherland, the trembling from the soul, with immature and soft tones, as crisp as the chirping of a baby bird at birth.

Little Bian Jichen was stunned. He slowly put the book on the ground, and then stood up. He was too short, so he had to stand on tiptoe, trying to reach the window sill with his arms.

The window was half open.

The cold wind poured into his neckline, blowing the hair on his forehead.

His lovely round eyes had a calmness that didn't match his age, and he looked out of the window calmly.

There is a gravel road in the middle of the light green lawn.

There was dew on the lawn, damp soil, and grayish clouds low enough to overwhelm.The dark green forest in front of me was foggy at this time, and the bungalow surrounded by the foggy forest, the calm picture, there is a kind of loneliness that is independent of the world, spreading in the mist.

In this gloomy and depressing atmosphere, a small figure ran out from the forest. That red figure was the brightest color in the rainy day, instantly lighting up his world.

She looked younger than him, with eyes as clean as a newborn bird.

She was holding a black umbrella, and her cute face with baby fat raised her chin facing the bungalow.

The girl had an oriental face, wearing a small red dress, small round-toed leather shoes, exquisite curly hair, and her eyes were staring at him with unusual agility, like an oriental doll walking out of a glass window in a shopping mall.

She seemed to see him in the window of the bungalow who was silent.

She jumped up clumsily on the ground and waved to him, as if trying to attract his attention, her smile was bright and dazzling, just like the passionate red dress, she shouted again in her immature and serious baby voice again.

"Bian Jichen!"

On that usual cloudy day in London, amidst the gentle sound of rain, he heard the thunder rumbling in the distance.

——Letter from the author
When writing this chapter, I happened to be listening to the pure music of lullaby. You can listen to it and help you better understand the atmosphere at that time.