Chapter 390: he

Mother said, his name is Qin Che.
Clear, clear to the bottom, clean, clean to nothing.
Except for this name and his mother, he has never owned anything, and never cared about it.
No, he once had another person, but that person left, lost, and did not return.
In the cold palace, no one cares about his life and death. They beat him and kicked him, but he resisted it, because he knew that once he resisted, he would be beaten even more painfully, because those people were all cowards, but a group of people came over. Yes, he would never lose if he went solo, because his nails were very sharp, and he used it to cut the belly of a bird.
Just because he was too hungry.
He has eaten a lot of things, birds, grass roots, loach, all edible and uneatable, he has tasted them, some are very bitter, some taste good, but after eating, his stomach hurts and slowly hurts He got used to it, he would rather hold back hunger than death.
Days passed. He had seen himself by the pool. He was obviously seven years old, but he still looked thin. It seemed that his body hadn’t grown much since he was four, and his mother didn’t tell him. Why, he doesn't care.
He doesn't like going to his mother's place. The house is always full of medicinal and musty smells. He can always hear his mother's cough, which is very painful. He wants to care about his mother, but he is afraid of her mother's eyes. , It was a painful look.
He didn't understand why his mother felt that it was painful to see him, and why he had to be born. He didn't want to be born so unexpectedly.
But since he was born, he didn’t want to die. He could only live so hard. No one would care about him anyway. He didn’t even dare to break the clothes on his body. If he was afraid of breaking, he would have no clothes to wear. It's cold when it snows.
He still remembered that in the winter of that year, those people came to beat him again, and he endured it, but they still poured cold water on his only quilt, wet the quilt, and left with a big laugh. .
It was the coldest night he had ever slept in. He couldn't keep warm no matter how he held it. He was lying on the bed, his body like ice cubes.
At that time he wanted his mother, he didn’t want to sleep in a bed like this, but his head hurts, he just fell asleep like that. At that time, he didn’t know what it meant to be sick. He only knew that his head hurts and his body hurts. He couldn't move at all. He exhausted his last will to survive, tore down the table with one leg missing, lit a fire with a treasured match, and fell asleep by the fire.
At that time, he had a headache for three days before slowly getting better. Since then, he felt that his body was much stronger, even though he looked thin.
Days passed, and he thought it would be like this in the future, but he met fat.
Fat, fat, this is a name that makes people happy when I think of it.
Fatty is always smiling, always showing his big white teeth. The fat body is very warm and soft and warm. He likes to fall into the fat's arms very much. The warmth that does not come.
Fat won’t beat him, he will bring him good food, wash his clothes, dry the quilt for him, the dried quilt is very warm, not cold, and fat will teach him to write, although for him It is easy to speak and write, but he wants to model fat handwriting so that he can get closer to fat.
He likes to be fat, but he didn't tell her. My mother said that if you like something, you can't express it, or you will lose it easily.
That's why he often fidgeted her and grinned at her, but in his heart he was too happy. He thought Fat would always be with him, so that even if it was cold in the cold palace, he would be willing even if there was no one else.
But those people beat the fat, he didn't hold back. He didn't know what it meant to kneel, but he was willing to do anything compared to losing fat, but why did he feel so uncomfortable after kneeling? Do you want to cry.
Fatty said, always remember that he is the prince and noble.
But will there be a prince like him? He doesn't want to be such a poor prince, but he must be the prince if he is fat.
He thought for a long time, and still agreed. If Fatty likes it, if this can prevent Fatty from being caught and beaten, he can bear being a prince.
Then, he has the opportunity to go to the school, Fatty said, there will increase his strength there, so that he will not be bullied in the future.
He thinks that Fatty cares about this, so he began to read books seriously, remembering all the simple things, as long as Fatty is happy.
and then……
Then, he was pulled off his nails.
His most precious nails were all pulled out.
He wanted to hide from the fat and didn't tell her, but that day, the fat still saw it.
It was the first time he saw Fatty cry so sad and so sad that even his eyes were red.
He started to feel flustered. He didn't know how to comfort the fat, so he could only hug her hard, saying it didn't hurt, even if it really hurts, he felt that he had grown up.
In the future, he worked harder and harder, but in a random check by the father, he answered the questions that other people did not answer correctly. After getting a compliment from the father, no one beat him again, although he still didn't. Pay attention to him, but he is already very happy with the result.
As for the father?
He never cared.
He only needs to be fat.
but then……
Fatty is gone.
No words left.
The mother said that she didn't want him anymore, she left the palace, and she couldn't bear the loneliness of the cold palace.
Fat...don't v him.
This fact made him burst into tears. This was the first time he cried so sad that he cried hoarsely in his mother's arms.
He is obviously only fat, why do you want to leave him fat?
If he couldn't get it from the beginning, he would rather destroy it!
His mother kept telling him that the weak will eat the strong, and the loser is doomed to lose everything.
He is not to be a loser, he is not to lose a penny.
From that time on, my mother did not know where to find a book and began to teach him personally.
He didn't know what tactics were, and what was art of war, but his mother told him a little bit.
The mother said that when you are strong enough, all betrayal will not exist, because as long as you kill the person who wants to betray, the betrayal will not happen.
He understood this truth too late.
However, enough to remember a lifetime.
The days were calm, he tried hard to learn to forget the fat, until that day, his mother and he were both taken away.
The mother was killed by a stick.
Died in front of him.
Eyes are full of blood.
Those murderers were still smiling, unscrupulously smiling.
He struggled desperately, trying to save his mother, but was held down and pressed to the ground.
Then, there was beating.