Who is the world

That night, Luoyang Zhai, without two close relatives, seemed even more deserted and empty.

After eating something casually, Xu Zixu lay quietly by himself, his heart was always empty and unbearable, the long cold night became more and more unbearable, even the soft bed seemed to be full of chills.

In the early morning, I still had the child's soft and warm body in my arms. The child's milk fragrance still lingered on the tip of my nose, and the child's smooth touch was still present on my fingertips. Even the warmth of the human body seemed to remain in my senses. The child's call of "Father, Father" echoed by the side, obviously the clear shadow of the child was everywhere in the senses, but people didn't know where it was.

I don't know if the child cried after waking up... She had to rely on and trust herself so much...

But only six years old, so young, he lost his mother, and now even his father is gone...

Can the kid take it?

Thinking about it, Xu Zixu couldn't sleep more and more at night, his heart was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

The coldness and emptiness in his arms aroused his longing and worry for the child.

However, after all, he had never slept well for a month, and his physical and mental exhaustion had reached the limit. No matter how much Xu Zixu tossed and turned in grief, he still fell asleep in a daze after midnight, but he was haunted by nightmares. Not stable.

The dusty dark memory, carrying the deep pain that has never been truly forgotten, swept over the sky and covered the sky and covered the sky at his lowest and most vulnerable moment, making him unprepared and having nightmares again and again.

The scandal of an unmarried and pregnant lady from a rich family in a small town, the boy who never knew who his father was since he was a child, has always been the most bullied in the town.

When I was a teenager, on Qingshi Road at dusk, or even in my own home, the scene of being besieged and ridiculed by other children, and the expressions of adults shaking their heads in contempt or sympathy have long been imprinted in my mind, leaving scars that will never be erased .

Facing everyone's rejection and malice, the boy was extremely stubborn. He stood up to resist because he didn't want to be bullied, but instead he was scolded as a wild child and a wild species that no one wanted.How many times have you opened your heart to someone who offered to help you, only to be betrayed and ridiculed!But at the young age of five, he has already tasted the dark side of the world.

Young children, after experiencing all kinds of bullying and teasing, and suffering too much, can't tell whether other people's good intentions are real or fake, so they all reject them and become more guarded and ruthless.The idea that only I can believe is deeply ingrained. With my extremely limited ability, I desperately protect myself and my mother, but everything is in vain.Life is still full of pain, and he can't see a bright future, which left a deep imprint on his little heart, and also planted the seeds of tragedy for the future.

Finally, when he was five years old, he was taken back to the palace, together with his mother, but in that magnificent place, their mother and son were still bullied.

In that lofty ruler of the world, in that splendid and majestic inner courtyard, there are too many beautiful and colorful flowers. In comparison, her mother is nothing more than Xiaojiabiyu, unable to attract the emperor's full attention and enthusiasm.

In the palace, it is impossible for concubines who are ignored by the emperor to be respected and cared for.

To him, the people here are even scarier than those before. Anyone can come to bully their mother and son, overtly or secretly. Even the man called father emperor ruthlessly wants to separate their mother and son. He who resisted just suffered more.

With such a fierce and unruly temperament, the man who originally wanted to make up for him gradually lost his patience with him, and even caused his mother to be accused of being incompetent in teaching his son, making it even more difficult for them who had completely lost power to move forward in this cold and huge court.

The boy was still too young to know how to flatter, and he had to show his defenses and emotions completely by instinct. Such an innocent and real person would not survive long in the deep palace.But he doesn't understand, he only knows that these people like to bully them just like the people outside, he only knows that he is a boy, he can't cry, he has to stand up to protect his mother, not to be separated from her.

After having a father, he still can't feel the so-called father's love, and nothing has changed. Instead, he has a deep disgust and rejection of this fairyland-like beautiful palace.

"Mom! Let's get out of here, okay? People here are as bad as outside! No, worse! That man... If his father is like this, I'd rather not!" Extremely serious, extremely firm.

"Your father loves you..." But every time his mother always said that to him.

"He can't protect us! He wants to separate us! Such a person is not my father!" The boy couldn't help but shouted.

Hearing this, the young woman's clear and gentle eyes seeped melancholy, she hugged the boy and stopped talking.

Feeling his mother's sorrow, the boy became quiet, and regretted being so impulsive.

He hugged his mother tightly with his backhand, and then he paid attention not to say anything that would make his mother sad.

Although he was young, he gradually understood that his mother liked to stay by that man's side.

With this understanding, he could only stay in this place patiently.

However, his situation has not improved. When he comes back from school every evening, he is disheveled and sometimes even has some bruises and wounds. He never complains. It fell, or it was because I was naughty and wanted to climb a tree and get hurt by potting a bird's egg.

But when the mother heard it, she could only hug him tightly and weep silently.

Whenever this happened, he would hate the man who controlled everything more and more, and become more angry at his own weakness.The increasingly cynical boy has always been eccentrically guarding against everything and rejecting everything.

Originally, everyone had a bad feeling about the number thirteen, but now the people in the palace don't like the thirteenth prince even more.Sullen, surly, withdrawn, barbaric, ignorant of etiquette, reckless, and uneducated, are his evaluations in the eyes of everyone.

And when did this situation start to change?

Yes, it was that time——

On a sunny afternoon, when he was bullied and ridiculed by the princes and daughters again, the young, beautiful, noble and gentle sister stretched out her hand to him.

"What a wild boy, isn't the Taifu always blowing his beard and staring at him with anger! I really don't know how this kind of person let him attend lectures with us!"

"That's right! You obviously don't understand anything, and you look rustic and rude, how can you go in and out with us! Hey! Talking to you! Are you dumb or deaf?"

I don't know how many times the boy who was blocked didn't pay attention to them, and went around to walk away.

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