The protagonist is always seen

Emerodd did not return home until evening.

It's not even a home, it's just a small wooden house on the edge of the forest. It's a place for hunters to rest for a while when they enter the mountains. It has been abandoned at some point. The stone steps in front of the door are covered with moss. From the house, I can see the sunlight leaking from the roof.

Deoman simply repaired it, and then left in a hurry. Now it can barely live there, at least if you stay in the house at night, you won't feel the night wind in the mountains.

They stayed there, and now it was the third day, when some of the food brought out was a little soft pastry for children, and Emerodd had to go out to find something to eat.

He was nervous, and after a long detour, he followed a farmer to the market.

It was the first time for the noble young master to see such a muddy road, and he was at a loss among several chicken coops and vegetable stalls. The smell of chicken excrement mixed with the smell of fresh soil permeated his nostrils.

Under the enthusiastic salesman's promotion, Emerodd took a bunch of gadgets that might not be used in this life.

He was dressed like a young master, and all the smart street vendors would know how much he would ask for a price.

Emerald looked embarrassed. He had never seen such a posture before. He only learned to stammer and refuse when he only had two silver coins left on him.

Much to Emerald's chagrin, it was the only money he had, and with the rest he ended up buying some soft loaves, with some milk, at a private bakery.

The hostess of the bakery told him kindly that there were many swindlers in the market, and euphemistically said that those things were worth less than a silver coin.

Emerodd bit his lower lip tightly, telling himself that this was insignificant.

It might have been insignificant before, but now it was all of Emerodd, and all of the family.

Amrod stayed in a strange environment, very dazed and flustered, but the only adult, Fiona, fell ill. He consciously picked up the burden, was tense, and bit the bullet to touch his strange time. Follow up.

His clean clothes were stained with mud, and people he had never seen before rushed in front of him, with calluses on their fingers, mud under their nails, and an unpleasant smell as soon as they opened their mouths. Kill this fat sheep.

When buying food, an aunt with a basket inserted into the front of the line to squeeze him away, scrambling to buy those cheap and fresh food. His self-cultivation prevented him from doing anything excessive, so he could only give in a little bit aggrieved.

why?Why lie to him, why can't you line up properly?

He was still too young, and before that, the saddest thing was that his father didn't love him the most.

Emerald threw away those things before he went back, those useless, worthless things, and his useless self-esteem.

Emerodd wasted too much time, and it was already dark when he returned.

Fiona stayed in the house with Little Nightingale in her arms, and looked back at him when he went in.

Emeroded lightly, he took off his hat and scarf.

"Sorry, I'm late, I bought bread and milk."

The bread was no longer warm, but still soft.

They sat around the fire and ate plain bread.

Afterwards, Fiona went to bed. She had a fever these days, and her spirits were not very good, so that she didn't notice Emerodd's abnormality and depression at all.

Fiona stuffed Little Nightingale into Emerodd's arms before going into the bedroom.

Emerald was in a low mood, he didn't say a few words of disgust as usual, he quietly hugged Little Nightingale.

Little Nightingale, who was always very honest, suddenly stretched out her hand and scratched his chin.

When Emerod looked down, he felt something was stuffed into his mouth.

He didn't realize it was sugar cubes until the sweet smell permeated.

Emerald always felt that he was underestimated, he lowered his head, and stabbed a few words out of habit.

"What, children's snacks, sweet and boring, I'll let you go this time, next time—"

His words stopped short, his pupils dilated slightly in surprise.

There is still some moisture on the chin.

The kid just raised his head and kissed him on the chin.

Emerodd hugged him and buried his head in Little Nightingale's arms.

cried out silently

It was the first time he could remember crying.

Emerodd grew up rapidly.

He wears the shirt and vest that boys of the same age often wear, and the trousers are tightened at the calf. He often holds a straw in his mouth. He often goes to the pier to work hard for a few silver coins, and inquire about some news by the way.

Except for his too good-looking appearance and a little cleanliness, he is no different from those boys.

He was no longer hostile to his father's other child, he would often let little Nightingale sit on his still-looking thin shoulders, walk through the downtown, buy some small toys or food, and let Little Nightingale hold it in his hands.

He was even more patient than Fiona.

"Mom! Don't tie him like this. He will strangle his neck if he pulls it himself. Forget it, just put it there."

Emerald put down the half-washed dishes, wiped his hands, turned his head and pushed Fiona away, tied the tie for Little Nightingale who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and then picked up the little socks beside him.

"These socks are too thick to fit."

Turning around, I picked up the shoes again.

"It's a little small."

He looked at the shoes and touched Little Nightingale's feet.

Little Nightingale was caught in the soles of her feet, she laughed a few times, curled up her legs, and rolled into the bed.

"Oh, little rascal, I just brushed your hair."

Little Nightingale chuckled, leaned in again, pressed against the wall, and stuck out her tongue at Emerodd.

When Emerod reached out to grab him, he screamed and turned to run in, but unfortunately he was caught by his legs and dragged to the edge of the bed.

He wasn't angry when he was caught, he was very happy when someone played with him, and he hugged Emerodd's neck when he turned around.