Han Lang was still crying, although he didn't know why he was crying. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he felt that something was dying in his heart, but he didn't know what it was.

"You must remember that the queen is a bad person! You must stay away from her, don't talk to her, she will use you, she will kill you. ”

This is what his father told him.

"Lang'er, do you remember when you were left behind by the queen? Your father was at war with another general, and the queen felt that the other party was strong, so she abandoned you and your sister and defected to the other party. ”

This is what Mrs. Liu told him.

The two people he used to trust the most, the two people he used to be closest to.

As long as Han Lang thought of this, it was as if someone had choked his neck, and his breathing was about to stagnate. He gasped for air, his eyes were hollow, and tears were dripping down from the corners of his eyes.

It is a very painful thing to tear apart the "truth" that you have always believed in. What's more, like him, he was torn apart again and again, deceived himself again and again, sewed up the illusion again and again, and was torn apart again and again.

Some ideas, even if you know they are wrong, are difficult to change.

Even if the truth is torn open and blood is drenched in front of him, he will try his best to escape, resist from the bottom of his heart, and be unwilling to accept it.

Because once he accepts it, it means that he has done something wrong, and he is unwilling to admit that he has done wrong.

If there were no recent events, he could still continue to deceive himself, and his mother was afraid that his father would lose the battle, so he took refuge in another powerful general.

He can also deceive himself, his mother has been living well in the enemy camp for the past two years, and he has never thought about him at all.

He can deceive himself, his mother deliberately abandoned him, he didn't love him at all, his mother always owed him, he deserved to be scolded, deserved to be bitten by him, and deserved to lose his temper.

However, why is the throat so blocked and the eyes so astringent?

Han Lang tried hard to open his mouth wide, wanting to make a sound, but he could only cry hoarsely with red eyes and a low voice.

"Mother, my brother is crying like this...... Are you okay? Han Xin pursed the corners of her lips, pinched the hem of her clothes, and looked at the situation in the room with a worried look.

"King Jin is right, I used to be too obedient to him. What is there to be wronged about all these sufferings that Lang'er has suffered? Shi Jiao'e shook her head and didn't go in to be relieved.

To be honest, compared to the humiliation that Xin'er received, what are these Lang'er?

Compared to those who were flooded, compared to the people who were killed in the war, Lang'er was just overturned food, but pressed to the ground, what is this?

At least, his limbs were complete, not even wounded.

It's Xin'er, who was grabbed by the hair and dragged on the ground like a walking dog, her arms and knees were bruised, I don't know if she will be scared?

"Wanxi, you help me watch Lang'er, and if you get sick, come and call me. If there is no disease, everything will follow him, let him recognize it for himself, and figure it out. Shi Jiao'e shook her head helplessly, no longer focusing on her son.

"Xin'er, my mother will help you with the medicine." She took her daughter and walked out, not letting her stay here.

"Mother, I'm fine, you still take care of your brother! I'm afraid he's going to have nightmares tonight......" Han Xin squirmed and didn't want to leave, and looked into the room again.

"Xin'er, he needs to learn to grow up, not hide in my arms. There will come a time when we are not with him, and he will have to face it on his own. In the Northern Jin Dynasty, our status was hostage, an enemy, not an empress and a crown prince. This kind of thing today will happen again in the future. ”

Shi Jiao'e squatted down and looked directly into her daughter's eyes, seeing a trace of fear in her eyes.

"We have to protect ourselves, and sometimes we have to swallow our anger, like today. However, if death cannot be avoided, then it is necessary to die with dignity. "This was taught to her by her mother a long time ago, and now she also teaches it to her daughter.

Arrogance is not stubborn and hard-hitting, but strong and fearless.

He is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of bearing the burden of humiliation.

……

The night was getting deeper.

Han Xin had fallen asleep, but Han Lang was still crying lonely. He cried for a long time, his brain was dizzy, and it hurt a little when he shook it slightly.

I don't know how long it took, but he got up from the bed and ran out with his shoes on.

Wanxi stood in an inconspicuous corner, silently watching his every move, without stepping forward to stop him, nor did she say a word.

Han Lang trotted into the courtyard and found the place where today's meal was overturned.

The floor seemed to have been cleaned up, and the scattered meals were no longer visible. Not only were the scattered meals gone, but even the mud left by the vegetable soup was cleaned up.

Han Lang was a little disappointed, stopped in place for a moment, and immediately trotted to the kitchen again. He found a bit of leftovers in the kitchen, grabbed a handful, and ran back to where he had been standing.

"That's it......" Han Lang poured the leftovers on the soil, and then followed the example of the Jin army, and deliberately stepped on it with his feet a few times. Waiting for the leftovers to mix with the dirt, he crouched down.

Wanxi quietly walked behind him and watched his every move.

I saw that Han Lang frowned at his little brows, pinched a vegetable leaf on the ground, looked at it carefully for a long time, and hesitated to throw it down, but finally stuffed it into his mouth.

"Kara, Kara!" With each bite, his teeth let out a scream. It's like eating wheat stubble mixed with iron slag, and every bite is so uncomfortable that I can't wait to swallow it whole.

Finally couldn't help it, Han Lang was ruthless, stirred it with his tongue a few times, and swallowed the vegetable leaves.

However, the vegetable leaves are generally very long, half of them are deep in his throat, and they are generally still in his mouth, which makes him very uncomfortable, and he retched several times without spitting it out, and finally can only pick it with his hands, grab the stem of the vegetable leaf, and finally pull it out after a few slippery hands.

"Gross!" He couldn't help it, and squatted on the ground again and retched.

The leaves covered in mud are extremely uncomfortable every time you chew them. However, if you don't chew it, it will get stuck in your throat and be even more difficult to swallow.

So, how did my mother swallow it at that time?

How on earth did she swallow something so hard to swallow?

Han Xiu squatted on the ground, looked at the vegetables on the ground motionlessly, and then pinched another piece and stuffed it directly into his mouth. This time, he didn't struggle at all, he didn't frown, and his expression was as calm as stagnant water.

A slice that is hard to swallow.

Two slices, three slices......

There was no trick, no way to be opportunistic, just silently endured, mixing the ground and dirt with the meal, and eating it all bit by bit.

"Wow-" Han Lang suddenly burst into tears.