The heavy iron door of "Squeak ......" was pushed open, and a pair of clear eyes looked at the door expectantly.

The maidservant girl walked in, put the food on the table, and walked out without even looking at it.

The young An Yiran lowered his eyes and showed a disappointed expression. He was eleven years old, but he had only seen his father once. He will never forget the words he had when he first met his father at the age of seven. "It's all because of you, it's you who killed your mother! If it weren't for the birth of you, she wouldn't have died! ”

Mother, I'm sorry, but if I had a choice, I would rather not be born in this world......

Looking around, the gloomy basement was filled with medical books of all kinds, glowing with damp must. Raise your head and look at the bars that are square. The sky is blue today...... A smile appeared on the little face, so that on a clear day, he could read the medical book for a while.

It's a cold day...... The little body curled up, tightened the thin cotton clothes on the body, and turned the pages of the medical book on the table with the little hands that were red from the cold. Winter nights come too early, so it's better to hurry up and read a book.

......The cold wind was howling outside, but the little boy in the basement was immersed in the medical book.

Suddenly, a snowflake fell on the back of the hand and slowly melted. Then, two, three, four...... Xiao Yiran looked up at the snowflakes fluttering outside the iron window, and couldn't help but smile happily. It's the first snow of the year, and it's so beautiful! Raise your little hands and watch the snowflakes fall on the palms of your hands. He looked at the melting snow in his palms, and remembered that he had read in medical books that snow and ice had analgesic effects.

"You know what......" A voice suddenly came from outside the iron door.

Xiao Yiran closed the medical book and listened curiously.

"Do you know that the old man weishenme always locks the little young master in the basement?"

"It's not because the old man loves his wife too much, and the lady died because of the dystocia of giving birth to the little young master, so the old man thinks that the little young master killed the lady......"

The little boy in the basement lowered his eyes and bit his lip, yes, that's it...... He was the one who killed his mother......

"It's just an excuse from the master! Actually......"

The little boy couldn't help but clench his fists as he listened to the conversation of the maid outside.

"Really!?"

"It's spread all over the house!"

The "Squeak ......" iron door opened. The two maidservants were just about to take out the food in the basket when a small figure pushed them away and rushed out angrily.

"Young Master! Master! ”

It's glaring...... An Yiran couldn't help but squint. Is this the shijie out there? Bright, wide ...... It was the first time he had been on the ground for as long as he could remember, but he didn't have time to appreciate it.

"Daddy, I want to eat osmanthus cake!"

"Okay, Daddy, I'll ask someone to make ...... for you," a soft voice came from the hall.

An Yiran looked over, and the middle-aged man in the hall looked at the little boy on his lap and laughed, with a doting expression. Is this still the scary father in my impression? He stared blankly, watching him play with the little boy.

"Actually, Madame was actually killed by the old man himself!" The handmaiden's conversation echoed in my ears. An Yiran clenched his fists angrily and rushed into the hall.

Looking at the angry little boy standing not far away, the man was stunned, put down the little boy on his lap, and asked sharply, "Why are you here!?" ”

"Daddy......" The little boy next to him tugged at his sleeve, "Who is he?" ”

"You go back to your room first!"

"Daddy!"

"Go back to your room!"

It may be the first time to see his father get so angry, the little boy was stunned and ran out with his mouth shut.

"I asked why you were here, why didn't you reply? Are you deaf!? The man asked, looking at him angrily.