# Twenty Seven

The body fell into the cold river water, and everything in front of him was dark blue.

The hazy light seemed to be shining from the water, but it was hard to see clearly.

Chaotic images flashed through my mind one after another.

The boy who was born lowly, the boy who was beaten and scolded, will be sent to pick up guests, the boy who wanted to escape but was caught, the boy who was rescued by his benefactor and brought back to heal his wounds, who got hope but was locked up in the woodshed,

The boy who watched hope disappear before his eyes...

A young man who was desperate and wanted to commit suicide.

…

The little boy huddled in the grass nest in the corner held his stomach for a long time before struggling to escape from the dark blue world and suddenly opened his eyes.

My stomach was cramping and making a gurgling sound.

The little boy turned over, and after a while, he couldn't bear the hunger anymore. He got up from the bed like a thief, reluctantly walked to the table, picked up the teapot and poured it down his throat.

However, even though he was very quiet, he still alerted the men in the room.

The man was drunk and smelled of alcohol, and his eyes turned red when he saw him.

He was so scared that he dropped the teapot and ran away.

But how could a child escape? He was immediately captured.

Like treating an animal, the man kicked and beat him while angrily cursing "bastard" and "bitch"...

The woman on the bed next to him was just hiding at the foot of the bed, trembling and watching him being beaten.

The person on the bed is his mother.

I don't know if the person who hit him was his father.

All I know is that this man bought his mother from a brothel and gave birth to him not long after.

Everyone said that the man was deceived by his mother and that he was not the man's son at all.

The man believed it.

After that, he is no longer the man's son, he is an object in this family, an object that will be used to vent his anger whenever the man doesn't get his way.

This kind of life probably lasted until he was seven or eight years old.

After all, the man couldn't bear the criticism from others, so he sold his mother back to the brothel. Naturally, he was sold back too.

He was young and very thin, and his facial features were so thin that it was hard to tell, so the madam only arranged for him to do odd jobs.

He is quite clever and rarely does anything wrong, so he can eat enough.

He originally thought that life would gradually get better.

But no.

At least, not at all in his life.

His mother is crazy.

On weekdays, she would greet guests with a smile, but when she was free, she would stare at him with a look that he couldn't understand, but that made him feel scared.

He was choked awake in his sleep and pushed down the stairs. He was holding on to the door, blocking her from holding the scissors outside the door.

Later, a few years later, she got sick, and both mother and son were kicked out of the brothel.

She was sick and couldn't go out or do anything, so he became the only one who could make money.

She stopped staring at him with that look.

I even care about him occasionally.

He thought that as long as he could keep making money, he could live like this forever.

Until one day he came home and heard his mother discussing with another person.

Discuss how much he can sell at one time.

He doesn't understand.

He drove the man away with a knife and asked her why she did this to him.

"You are the son of a prostitute. Besides being a prostitute, what else can you do..."

"Once you are a prostitute, you will be a prostitute forever. The son of a prostitute can only be a prostitute."

She watched as he gradually gained some flesh, his facial features gradually showing a little color, and his eyes were filled with all the evil in the world.

"You are about the same age and can receive guests. I have found them for you. I will send you to the nobleman in two days. You can take good care of me..."

…

He ran away.

…

But in that kind of winter, he was caught before he could even leave the city.

It was not enough for them to beat and scold him. They blamed him for running away, which made them come out to arrest him in the middle of winter. So they grabbed him and pushed him into the river water mixed with broken ice.

He said yes and wanted to teach him a lesson.

The turbid river water choked my throat, the cold water made my brain feel frozen, and my face was so cold...

He couldn't breathe.

It's just.

It was they who pushed him into the water.

But he felt that he was sinking.

Keep sinking.

From the human world, it sank to the bottom of the river, sinking into the filthy mud.

If the meaning of his life is to struggle in the mud, then why did he choose to live...

…

Just when he was about to close his eyes, the hand that had been pressing on the back of his head was violently thrown away.

With his head loosened, he was lifted out of the river.

The thick and warm fur was wrapped around his body, shielding him from the bone-chilling cold wind.

A steady stream of heat is coming.

He couldn't hear the sounds around him, and his eyes were so cold that he couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly. But when he raised his head, he met a pair of cold and calm eyes.

But when she spoke to him, her voice was gentle.

"How are you?"

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How are you?

This seems to be the first time someone has asked him this.

Is he okay?

He doesn't know either.

All the light was above the dark blue water, but he was stuck in the dark and suffocating mud, unable to break free.

He didn't know how to answer that question, and he didn't have the strength to answer it, so he fell into darkness again.

When he woke up, it was like he was suddenly fished out of the mud and came to a world above the water that he had never seen before.

Everything was something he had never experienced before.

Warm bedding, close-fitting clothes, and after drinking the medicine, the sweet preserved fruit...

Also, the kindness that left him at a loss.

The young man with light eyes bent down slightly and comforted him who wanted to speak but could not make a sound:

"You can't speak for the time being, but it's only temporary. Take your medicine and you'll be fine later, you know?"

He gradually calmed down and nodded.

"Those who were chasing you have been sent away. Is there anyone you want to contact?"

After hesitating, he shook his head.

"That's it...then if you are willing, you can stay here first."

He does not expect kindness from people, and has never experienced pure kindness, so when he suddenly feels kindness, he behaves poorly.

It's like hiding myself in a shell, silent and unresponsive.

But the other party didn't dislike him at all. Even if he didn't react, he would talk to him gently.
To be continued...