Chapter 390 Him

Mother said his name was Qin Che.

Clear, crystal clear, clean, so clean that there is nothing left.

Except for this name and his mother, he owned nothing and never cared about it.

No, he once had another person, but that person left, lost, and never came back.

In the cold palace, no one cared about his life or death. They beat him and kicked him, but he endured it because he knew that if he resisted, he would be beaten more painfully, because those people were all cowards, but a group of people came over Yes, he will never lose if he fights alone, because his nails are very sharp, and he once used these nails to cut open the belly of a bird.

Just because he was too hungry.

He has eaten a lot of things, including birds, grass roots, loaches, everything that is edible and inedible, he has tasted it, some are very bitter, some taste pretty good, but after eating, he will have a stomachache, which will slowly hurt. He was used to the pain, and he would rather endure hunger than die.

As the days passed, he once saw himself by the pool. He was obviously seven years old, but he still looked thin. It seemed that his body had not grown much since he was four years old, and his mother did not tell him. Why, he doesn't care.

He didn't like to go to his mother's place. The house was always filled with a medicinal and musty smell. He could always hear his mother coughing, which was very painful. He really wanted to care about his mother, but he was afraid of her eyes. , that is a painful look.

He didn't understand why his mother wanted to give birth to him if she thought it was painful to see him. He didn't want to be born in such an unexpected way.

But after he was born, he didn't want to die, so he could only live like this with a struggle. No one would care about him anyway, and he didn't even dare to break the clothes on his body. He was afraid that if they were broken, he would have no clothes to wear, and he would be like this. It's very cold when it snows.

He still remembered that that winter, those people came to beat him again, and he endured it, but they still poured ice-cold water on his only quilt, soaking it all, and then left laughing. .

It was the coldest night he had ever slept. No matter how hard he covered himself, he couldn't get any warmth. He lay on the bed and his body felt like ice.

At that time, he wanted his mother, and he didn't want to sleep in such a bed, but his head hurt so much that he just fell asleep. At that time, he didn't know what being sick meant, he only knew that his head hurt and his body was very painful. It was so heavy that he couldn't move at all. He used up his last will to survive, dismantled the table with one missing leg, lit a fire with the matches he collected, and fell asleep beside the fire.

At that time, he had a headache for three days before slowly getting better. Since then, he feels that his body has become much stronger, although he still looks thin.

As the days passed, he thought it would be like this in the future, but he met Pangpang.

Fatty, Fatty, this is a name that makes people happy when thinking of it.

Pangpang is always smiling, always showing his big white teeth. Pangpang’s body is very warm, soft and warm. He likes to fall into Pangpang’s arms. The warmth does not come.

Pangpang will not beat him, but will also bring him delicious food, wash his clothes, and dry the quilt for him. The dried quilt is very warm, not cold, and Pangpang will teach him to write, although for him He said that writing was easy, but he wanted to model Pangpang's handwriting so that he could be closer to Pangpang.

He liked Pangpang very much, but he didn't tell her that his mother said that if you like something, you can't express it, otherwise you will lose it easily.

So he was often mean to her and grinned at her, but in his heart he was extremely happy. He thought that Pangpang would always be with him, so that even if it was very cold in the cold palace, he would be willing to do it even if there was no one else.

But those people beat Pangpang, but he couldn't hold back. He didn't know what kneeling meant, but he was willing to do anything compared to losing Pangpang. But why did he feel so uncomfortable after kneeling? Do you want to cry?

Pangpang said that he should always remember that he is a prince and is noble.

But, would any prince be like him? He didn't want to be such a pitiful prince, but Pangpang definitely wanted him to be the prince.

He thought for a long time and finally agreed. If Pangpang liked it, and if it could prevent Pangpang from being taken away and beaten, he could endure being a prince.

Then, he had the opportunity to go to school. Pangpang said that it would increase his strength and prevent him from being bullied in the future.

He felt that Pangpang cared about this very much, so he started to read the book seriously and memorized all the simple things. As long as Pangpang was happy, it would be fine.

Then what……

Then his fingernails were pulled out.

His most precious fingernails were all removed.

He originally wanted to hide from Pangpang and not tell her, but that day, Pangpang still saw it.

It was the first time he saw Pangpang crying so sadly, so sad that even his eyes were red.

He began to panic and didn't know how to comfort Pangpang. He could only hug her hard and say it didn't hurt. Even if it really hurt, he felt like he had grown up.

In the future, he worked even harder. In a spot check by his father, he answered correctly a question that no one else had answered. After receiving a compliment from his father, no one hit him again, although he still couldn't. Ignore him, but he is already very happy with this result.

As for the father?

He never cared.

As long as he has Fatty, he will be fine.

but then……

Pangpang left.

He left without leaving any words.

My mother said that she didn't want him anymore, she left the palace, and she couldn't bear the loneliness in the cold palace.

Fatty... don't v him.

This fact made him collapse and burst into tears. This was the first time he cried so sadly, and he cried hoarsely in his mother's arms.

He obviously only had Fatty, so why did Fatty leave him behind?

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 doesn't want to be a loser, he doesn't want to lose a penny.

From that time on, his mother found a book out of nowhere and began to teach him personally.

He didn't know what tactics or the art of war were, but his mother told him bit by bit.

My mother said that when you are strong enough, all betrayals will cease to exist, because as long as you kill the person who wants to betray, betrayal will not happen.

He understood this truth too late.

But it's enough to remember for a lifetime.

The days were peaceful, and he tried hard to learn to forget Pangpang, until that day, his mother and he were both taken away.

And my mother was killed with a stick.

Just die in front of him.

Eyes full of blood.

The executioners who killed people were still laughing, laughing unscrupulously.

He struggled desperately to save his mother but was held down and pinned to the ground.

Then came the beating.