Chapter 1455
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The old monk was stunned. He chanted Amitabha again and led Qin Mo into the hall.
The scripture was flipped to the tenth volume.
The monk's robe fluttered, the ink and the incense.
There was only one sentence left on the paper. "I hope that the little tiger in pajamas can live a peaceful and happy life."
Then, someone carefully protected a talisman and wore it at the position closest to his heart.
Regardless of whether it was in the military, studying in a foreign country, or after finishing his studies, he stood at the borders and protected his country.
There was someone who always wore a talisman that didn't match his identity.
The day they quarreled.
The two children didn't know what was going to happen.
Even the little tiger thought that she would come and look for Momo after she was done with what she needed to do.
Until after the darkness.
Her father brought her to the tombstone. He caressed her hair and told her, "Jiu, the best way to protect the most important person is to make others think that she isn't that important."
"Otherwise, become stronger. Don't leave any traces. You should know that for a hacker who lives behind a computer, the exposure of traces and private life is fatal."
"It's the same for you and other hackers."
"From now on, you will be the young lord. I told you the rules of being a young lord a long time ago."
"Protect the people you need to protect. Use the keyboard in your hand to speak up for injustice."
Hence, the little tiger had been enduring.
She learned more things and created more powerful little games. She didn't just use it for confessions. Instead, she mixed viruses into it.
She even learned how to write calligraphy, read bedtime stories, roll up her sleeves and tie her scarf.
She didn't wear the little tiger pajamas anymore.
She didn't need to act cute anymore. She didn't need to wag her tail and follow behind anyone.
Not everyone could give her a piece of candy when she was naughty.
Not everyone would be afraid of her toothache and check the small pockets on her clothes.
The smell of being drowned in darkness.
Probably, when she slept, she could only hug her little keyboard.
Bo Jiu was still sensible. She understood the current situation.
She endured for a hundred and one days. Three months.
She couldn't bear it anymore. For the first time, she took a car alone and ran to the An family.
Even though she knew that she wouldn't find anything, she still ran to the window.
There was no one.
He must have returned to China.
Bo Jiu was wearing a black t-shirt. Her aura seemed to have changed, her small figure blending into the darkness.
The old butler watched from the side. He really couldn't bear to see this happen. He walked over with a black umbrella. "Young Master, let's go back."
The little figure lowered his head and didn't say anything.
The old butler turned his head away and gradually fell silent.
Later on, there was a period of time when the Young Lord would always tell him how good her little princess was to her. She would stop from time to time.
The old butler still remembered that Master had carried the young lord up and placed her on his neck, letting her grab his hair while she was asleep. Dressed in a black windbreaker, it looked like he was smiling, but there were more things on his face. "Alan, there are some things that are more painful to remember clearly. Jiu is still too young."
It was a casual remark.
However, the old butler understood what his master meant.
It was slightly hypnotic.
It would always make people hide some of their memories.
Wait until you see that person.
Those memories would come back bit by bit.
When Mr. Bo bent down, he planted a kiss on the little tiger's forehead. "Jiu, you must understand who you are."
Understand who you are.
Everything will come back.
Have you ever thought of raising a person?
Bo Jiu did. She wanted to raise Little Princess Qin.
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