Chapter 482: Floating Childhood (Part II)
"What's wrong with you?!"
In the face of his mother's questioning, Xiao Fuyou, who was originally blushing in front of his mother, scratched his head a little embarrassed, "I accidentally fell into the river, and then I bruised ...... on the stone."
"Don't lie!" The woman directly interrupted her child's words, "If it's just a knock on a stone, how can there be an old wound?" β
She put down the mashed herbs in her hand a little angrily, "If you don't tell the truth, I won't care about you!" β
"Mother!" Xiao Fuyou immediately grabbed the hand of the woman who was about to leave, "If you don't care about me, I'll really be a wild child!" β
The three words that came out of the child's mouth made the woman frown, "Wild child? Who said you were a wild child? β
Xiao Fuyou was hesitant for a long time, but he couldn't say anyone's name under his mother's oppressive gaze. It wasn't until the woman's face turned blue that he whispered "them".
Float follows her to the academy every morning, and after school, he has to wait for her to leave together, who can this so-called "they" be?
This made the women feel a little incredulous: "Then why did they beat you?" β
"They say I don't have talent in formation, so don't waste things." Xiao Fuyou's head hung down, and his little hands were twisted together, "So let me give them all the spirit stone powder......"
The little guy obviously hasn't finished saying this. Under further questioning from his mother, he whispered: "I also said that my fan was useless in the first place, and asked me to give them the spirit stones allocated by the tribe." β
"No matter how useless it is, it's a natal tool, and it's not an artifact that they can spy on!" The woman was angry and distressed, and then took the herbs and squeezed out the medicinal juice and gently kneaded it on him, "It's a pity that I can't use spiritual power, otherwise I can remove the blood faster." β
Xiao Fuyou stopped his mother's waist and pressed his face against her abdomen: "Why don't my mother find me another father?" That way they will protect us, and they won't call me a wild child anymore. β
The woman reached out and rubbed the back of the small floating plush's head, "I hope you can grow up quickly and then be able to protect me." β
Xiao Fuyou raised his head: "Then I'll grow up quickly, and then protect my mother." β
However, when the little floater began to resist, he was treated more ferociously.
"Little rabbit, you dare to go to Mr. to complain!"
Being surrounded in the corner by such a group of teenagers who are a little older, but not very old, feeling the ruthless punches and kicks falling on him, even if Xiao Fuyou is beaten and his face is swollen, he is not willing to let go and hand over his own spar powder.
The pain in his body didn't make a trace of anger appear in Xiao Fuyou's heart, and he was even thinking that he must become stronger, and to become stronger, he needs a spare.
So he won't hand over the hedron powder again.
After the group of teenagers vented their tempers, they saw that the boys who would more or less hand over some spar powder on weekdays were stunned this time, and they were unwilling to let go, so they could only scold and make up for it again, and then left when the academy was closed.
Float lay on the ground curled up until the footsteps of the teenagers who were moving away were no longer audible, and then he slowly sat up, and a mouthful of blood foamed at his feet.
He spread out his hand, holding a small paper bag inside, which was his share of the hedron powder for the following week. And the hedron that his tribe allotted to him in a week was actually that big.
"It's not that hard to get through." Even though the corners of his mouth were cracked, the boy grinned, and his snow-white teeth were red on them, "With the addition of hedrons, I will definitely be able to become stronger faster." β
He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, dusted off his body, and examined himself carefully before stepping on his legs to find his mother.
But this time he didn't find her. The gatekeeper of the academy told Float that his mother had left before a stick of incense.
This is the first time that the plankton has been left behind by his mother. After thanking the gatekeeper obediently, he ran back to his home. Seeing that the door of the house was open and the lights in the house were already on, he cleared his throat, then pushed open the door and stepped in: "Mother, I ......"
It's back.
But the last three words were blocked in his throat and couldn't be spoken.
His mother was the only one in the room, but she was nailed to the walls of the room in a strange position. Two wooden pegs were nailed to her shoulders, two wooden pegs were pierced to her wrists, and two wooden pegs pierced her thighs. She hung her head, her hair scattered to cover most of her face, revealing only one of her dead eyes to a boy who had just turned ten.
Blood continued to seep from the wooden nails, then down the wall, converging into a pool of blood red on the ground.
Float wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand.
He saw his mother clutching a broken cloth bag with one hand, the bag she used to give the spar every month, and the other hand clutching it tightly, even though the bones of the hand had taken on a strange angle due to the breaking.
From between the blood-stained fingers, a bright light leaked out.
Floater sat down on the ground, the paper bag in his pocket rolling off. How could he have forgotten that since there were people in the academy who had taken a fancy to the spar powder he had, there would naturally be people outside the academy who were eyeing the spar he could receive.
Those people in the academy may still be able to restrain themselves, but what about the people outside? Orphans and widows can receive four hedras every month, which is a lot of wealth.
Being able to penetrate and nail people with wooden nails is not something ordinary people can do.
Fuyou's hand grabbed his hair, and his nails ran from the top of his head all the way to his cheeks, until there were bloody marks on his neck: "I killed my mother." β
The boy sat like this all night, until the sunlight poured into the room through the window, and his out-of-focus eyes gradually regained focus. The wounds on his face and neck were already scarred and turned into several black lines. ζζΊη«― δΈη§θ¨δ½γβm.\B\iq\u\g\\o\mγ provides you with wonderful \ novel reading.
He tried to get up, but his legs and feet couldn't react in time, and instead caused him to fall to the ground.
He wasn't even tall enough to pull out the wooden pegs that had been nailed to his mother's body, so he had to push the table against the wall and climb up to it.
The wound, which was no longer bleeding, began to bleed again under the action of the floater, staining the already dusty robe of the floater into a deep red.
He moved the lifeless person to the bed, wiped her face with his sleeve dipped in water, and then covered her with the quilt, and said softly: "Mother, you have worked hard all night, take a good rest, I will go to the academy first." β
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