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The father's love that is made up for by the extra 1

With Eliad (1): Complement the Father's Love

Mo Luo knelt on the ground and raised her arms forward, her two slender arms and palms were full of shocking whip marks, neatly arranged, she trembled in pain, but she did not dare to move. Closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to look at the whip that Eliad was about to fall, and he wanted to see but did not dare to look.

She knew very well that she might not be able to withstand the fall of Eliade's whip, that she might not be able to bear the fall of the whip, that she could not bear it was not up to her to decide, all she could do was to grit her teeth and not let herself make any noise and not let her arm move a point. Eliad didn't give her much time, and the next whip fell, hitting the crook of her arm, the most sensitive and painful part of it. She couldn't help it, she cried out in pain and hugged her arms to her chest and bent down in pain, trying to relieve a little pain.

"Uh-huh......" she frowned, her tiny body curled up on the floor.

"Reach back." Eliad was almost expressionless, but his voice was a little angry, obviously he didn't expect Moro to dare to move in the slightest.

Moro knelt up straight, trembling, his arms struggled together and then stretched out, as soon as he straightened his posture, Eliade fell with another whip, Moro couldn't help but cry in pain, and could no longer kneel and fell to the ground and rolled in pain. Mo Luo didn't expect this whip to hurt so much, it was completely beyond her range, her two arms hurt as if they had been broken, she didn't want to cry, but she just closed her eyes tightly but squeezed the tears in her eyes and couldn't stop it.

Apparently the little child was delirious in pain, and did something that had never been done before, and his mouth cried out in pain, "Pain...... It hurts, subordinate...... Knowing that it is wrong, the subordinates know that it is wrong...... Wrong...... The subordinates didn't dare anymore...... Don't dare to sneak out......" She couldn't help but roll and roll on the ground with her arms folded, but it didn't relieve the pain in the slightest.

Eliad put away the whip, he knew that this whip was a little hard, what kind of pain it was, enough to make Moro unforgettable. Mo Luo rarely cried, he never cried when he was beaten, and he didn't dare to cry out in pain, this time it was really a cruel punishment.

Eliad stared at the child's wrinkled brows, and the tears left in the corners of his eyes, and finally felt distressed, but he still had to speak ruthlessly, "Disobey the order, I will give you a punishment you can't afford, do you remember?" Next time you dare to sneak out, you will be punished twice! ”

Moro was still speechless with his arms folded.

"Talk back!"

Moro was in pain and her ears were buzzing, and Eliade's words were faintly echoing in her ears, but she couldn't make a sound in pain. Eliad landed another whip on the scarred, emaciated body, "Talk back! ”

The thin body twitched slightly on the floor, and the chapped lips made a breathless sound, "Yes...... Be...... The subordinates got it. ”

The two arms were limp and painful. She knew that the punishment was over, and she wanted to stand up, but she couldn't move half a minute.

Suddenly, his body was light, he was already hanging in mid-air, and he was stunned that he had been placed on the table.

It's so cold in my father's arms.

Eliad took out a handkerchief and folded it a few times and stuffed it in her mouth, "Bite." ”

She carefully raised her eyes to see the expression on her father's face, and she could read that she was distressed and even happy, so she obediently bit the handkerchief.

Eliad picked up her injured forearm, picked up a bottle of medicinal wine, carefully applied the wound on her arm, and then carefully wrapped the bandage around her two arms and palms, she frowned in pain, but did not dare to make another sound.

Eliad looked down at her and still frowned slightly, but the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed, and her eyes still had a little grievance and expectation.

Eliad took another bottle of wound medicine and dipped cotton in the liquid to carefully apply the densely arranged whiplash wounds on her other arm. Eliad took the handkerchief from her mouth and put the blood to her mouth.

It had been prepared for a long time, and his blood was almost not cold at all now, Eliad thought, so there should be no problem, it won't hurt too much, and the good ones will be soon.

"Drunk." Eliad commanded coldly, and Moro could also hear Eliade's concern for her.

She didn't understand what Eliad meant, so she had to do it, maybe it was a psychological effect, and it didn't hurt so much after drinking. Mollo thought wildly, and Eliad rolled up her pants.

The two bruised knees, and even the blood scabs stuck to the pants and couldn't get rid of them, and Eliad tore open the wounds that had healed and were mixed with the fabric, and she snorted in pain and then didn't say a word.

Eliad pressed his palm against her slender knee, and the cold didn't seem to hurt so much.

Mo Luo stared at his father's slender fingers holding her small pair of knees in disbelief, a little incredulous, a little excited, is his father no longer angry? Her father was kind to herself, and if she did, she wanted to be beaten every day.

Eliad noticed Moro's greedy gaze, and was a little flustered, as if he had unconsciously treated her well.

But this is his daughter, how can he suppress not being good to her, this is his favorite treasure in this world, but he can only say ruthlessly, "Remember to do it again next time, the punishment will be doubled, and retreat." ”

Mo Luoshang was in a coma, his scarred palms were wrapped in layers of gauze, clutching the sheets, and there were stains of blood, his two brows were furrowed tightly, and he was trembling in pain in his dream.

"Please...... Trust me once...... Morrow didn't ...... I didn't steal anything......" He remembered that the boy never seemed to have begged him for anything, and had never begged to beg for a beating.

She dreamed of it again, and Eliad didn't have time to blame herself, "Father...... Save Morro...... Where are you? Didn't you say you'd always protect Morro? Where have you been? …… It hurts...... Don't hit me, my father will come...... Save my ...... My father is a great ......."

Eliad knelt lightly beside her, trying to take her hand and tell him that her father was here, only to find that there was no place for her to hold it.

When she was a child, she told her that her father would always protect her, and if she was hurt or unhappy, she would tell herself, and he would come to rescue her and comfort her immediately, but he broke his promise, but the child still remembers.

"Little Mo...... I'm sorry. Eliad startled herself, he thought she would hate him, but in her dreams she thought of herself as the best father who could protect her.

I'm sorry Morrow, I'm sorry for you, but I can't help it.

Morro's dream changed, and she seemed to dream of Vera again.

"Mother...... Why don't you want Moro anymore? Don't leave Moro alone...... Don't go, don't leave Mother, don't leave Moro alone...... It hurts...... Don't hit ......" He seemed to hug his daughter, comforting her and telling her that he would protect her well, that his mother did not want her, and that he and his mother loved her very much.

But he couldn't.

There were tears in the corners of her eyes, her little hands clutching the sheets, and her little body kept tossing and shaking on the bed but she didn't wake up.

Eliad stood beside her bedside and bent down to look at her bruised little face, which stretched from behind her ears to the long red whip marks inside her clothes. Eliad glanced at a beautiful cup laid aside with a small red iris drawn on it, and tied a bow crookedly with a whip-torn garment, not like something from the palace, for it was a little rough on closer inspection.

Eliad looked at the cup for a long time, and smiled slightly, Moro's eyes were really not good. It was about the stuff of the deceitful peddlers in Ales City, and Moro also tied a bow preciously. Today I should have secretly run out of the palace to play, and I secretly bought a small thing, and sure enough, I was still a child.

Eliad put down the cup, touched Moro's soft hair, tossed her broken hair aside to look at her pretty little face, then smoothed her frowning brow, and pulled the sheet out of her hand, untied the layers of tangled gauze, and changed the dressing in her palm, the originally beautiful hands were full of interlaced whip marks and turned out the flesh without a piece of intact skin, and the white bones on the fingers were extremely miserable because there was no skin and flesh wrapping, but it was strange that there were still traces of burning on both hands, but it was not obvious, Eliad frowned, probably because he had been hurt by sneaking out. The two hands have only been beaten a few times, not to mention some whips on their bodies, I don't know what it will become.

When she drugged her palm, she tightened in pain, but she no longer saw a shallow moan, just bit her lower lip to prevent herself from making a sound.

In the middle of the night, Moro was still awakened by the pain, the room was dark, there was no light, but faintly he could see a figure standing by the bed, and the light from the window could not illuminate his face.

But the silhouette is familiar, and it seems to be Lady Eliad.

Maybe I'm dreaming.

Mo Luo stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, but found that his two hands didn't seem to hurt so much, and when he looked again, the figure by the window had disappeared, and sure enough, he was dazzled, maybe it was too painful. She struggled to get out of bed, wanted to light the lamp, but took the cup off the table next to the bed, her whole back fell to the ground, she was still holding the cup in her hand, and she couldn't help but cry out in pain, as if the whiplash on her back was cracked again, and when she saw the cup facing the little light outside, the little red iris was quite beautiful, but she couldn't help but smile.

Eliad stood farther away and watched as she carefully placed the cup on the bed, and staggered up by herself as she swayed to her feet, as if every time she moved, she was in sharp pain, and her brow was wrinkled in pain.

Is this cup so important, stupid boy?

Moro untied the bow on the cup, tied it again, untied it and tied it again, because it was very inconvenient to have gauze wrapped around his hands, and it seemed that his hands hurt even more when he moved like this.

She bit her teeth to uncover the layers of gauze from the wound, hissing and inhaling in pain, staring at the whip marks on her two hands, the tender flesh turned out was white by the potion blister, and she sighed to herself, "It really hurts." ”

The little child frowned and stared at a pair of miserable little hands as he muttered to himself.

"I don't like to be beaten at all."

"But tomorrow is your birthday."

"My father was reluctant to beat Moro before."

Then he tied a bow with his scarred fingers.

"Lady Eliad will like it, tomorrow is your birthday." Moro muttered to himself.

"But this knot is always badly tied."

It turned out that I ran out today to buy gifts.

Eliad listened secretly, his heart aching a little. The stupid boy ran out and was severely punished, and endured not saying anything just to buy a gift for his birthday. No matter how you beat me and how you punish me, why doesn't this kid hate me?

Mo Luo's injured hands were difficult to make many repeated attempts before he was able to tie a relatively satisfactory knot. Tsai carefully arranged it on the side of the bed, stared at his two hands, ran out of bed barefoot, stepped on the stool to the highest bookshelf and touched a bottle of medicine.

"The medicine rewarded by adults is always so good, but there are too few of them." She said to herself, "But tomorrow I have to practice the whip, if I can't hold the whip handle, the adult will be angry, tomorrow is the adult's birthday, the birthday is not angry, my mother said that the birthday should be happy, if the birthday is happy, the birthday will be happy all year round." ”

She said to herself very seriously, and then carefully dipped a cotton swab in the potion and applied one injured hand to the other, and wrapped the gauze for herself with a skillful hand, biting the corner of the gauze in her mouth and couldn't help humming, it should be very painful. After tossing her hands for a long time, she was extremely tired when she thought about it, and she finally fell asleep quickly.

Eliad walked over and picked up the cup, looked at the bow that was still crooked and not very delicate, broke it up and tied it again, sorted it out, and put it on the table as it was, and glanced at Moro, who was already asleep, and couldn't help touching her furry head, looking at her painful brows and frowning again, smoothing her frowning brows, frowning but the corners of her happy mouth were smiling, as if she had some good dream, covering the quilt for her, turning around and disappearing.

The next day, Morrow stood in front of Eliade's study with a cup in his hand, there were about two hours before Eliade's birthday party, Morrow thought that Elade would probably receive a lot of gifts at the banquet, and he gave this little thing that was not very good to the adults in advance, maybe the adults would remember a little bit? I did my homework very well today, and I practiced the whip very well. What if adults would use it? Do adults drink blood with this? Maybe when you use it, you can remember that you gave it yourself, will adults like it? Moro was very happy, and he was nervous thinking about this. After thinking for a long time, he said loudly, "Subordinates see your lord." ”

It was a long time before there was a voice inside the door, "Come in." ”

Morrow's heart almost jumped out, and he walked to Eliade's table with cups in his hands, and curtsied, "My subordinates know that today is the birthday of adults, so I made a ......"

So I made a cup and gave it to my father, hoping that my father would be happy every day and wishing him a happy birthday. I didn't have time to say the rest of the words.

Eliad didn't look up, but raised her hand and a whip shattered the cup she was holding so carefully that even the carefully tied bow on it was torn off, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered.

"Your Excellency......" Moro obviously didn't expect Eliad to be so angry, and instantly his eyes turned red, staring at the pile of debris on the floor, tears dripping down his frightened white cheeks.

"You scrapped a day's homework yesterday and sneaked out just to do this?" Eliad dropped a few more lashes, and she couldn't hold back her tears as she screamed in pain.

I didn't expect Mistress Eliad to be so angry. The whip mark on his face was extremely hideous, and Mo Luo stood in place, saying intermittently, "Mo Luo...... Moro just wanted to prepare it for the adults himself...... Gift...... Morrow didn't ...... Not lazy...... Don't be angry...... The subordinates just want the adults to ......" The voice was crying, and there were some sobs.

She was afraid that Eliad would be angry, because her mother had said that she would be angry all year long on her birthday, and she didn't want to make her father angry like that.

Eliad interrupted her staccato explanation, not believing the cold words coming out of her own mouth, "I don't need this kind of thing. Don't do this kind of thing again. Eliade couldn't bear to see Morrow's tear-stained face, she rarely cried in front of her, hardly cried, and she didn't dare to scream when she was in pain, but she had cried twice from yesterday to today.

I'm really cruel.

"Your Excellency......" Mo Luo stared blankly at the broken cup on the ground, choking and trying to say something, only to find that he was really stupid. Adults just don't like this cup, and even the people who make it don't like it.

Maybe what I did was wrong, and the father who was arrogant and spoiled himself would not come back, and his mother would not come back.

Mo Luo's two naked knees knelt on the broken porcelain cup, and the broken porcelain pieces were pierced on the kneecaps and deeply pierced into the heart.

It hurts, it hurts.

Grievances are also real grievances, it turns out that everything is my own wishful thinking.

The blood on his knees stained the shattered porcelain tiles and floors around him red, and Mo Luo picked up a piece of broken porcelain and secretly held it in the palm of his hand, and there was a small iris on top of the broken porcelain. She clenched it tightly, and the palm that had been about to heal was oozing blood again.

"Kneel here and think about what you did wrong, and I will double the amount of training and homework after tomorrow." Eliade's cold voice came, only to carve another scar into her scarred heart that would never heal.

After the feast, Eliad saw Moro fainting in pain on the floor of the study, took her back, carefully treated the wound on her knee, took out pieces of glass that had been pierced into her knee, put it on a handkerchief, and bandaged her knee again.

Eliad looked up at Ethan, who was serving on the side, "You are here to guard her, if she wakes up, you can give her anything, she should not be able to walk for a while, remember that the wound must not be wet, do not let her move, if she is in severe pain, you can read to her." ”

Eliad sat at the table and carefully put together the broken cup, but he couldn't put it together, and finally found all the pieces and put them together, only to find that there was a piece at the mouth of the cup that couldn't be put together.

Eliad put the cup together and held it in his hand, and after a while the cup was intact, but the body of the cup was still missing, and the warm cup looked very eye-catching. Eliad repaired the broken ribbon, tied it, and turned the cup around the broken spot as if it were unsightly.

"There's something that can't be fixed." Eliad held the cup and sighed softly.

Morrow will never forgive me.

So when the boy fell on his knees and said she didn't blame him, it seemed as if he hadn't been so happy after living so long.

One day, decades later, Mo Luo held the piece and gently put it together, "It's okay father, it's good to make up for the broken things, I never blame you, and I never regret it." ”

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