Disciples commit suicide every day [Transmigration Book]

Xie Qingrang poked his face and said with a smile, "Are you hungry?"

The child was poked in the face, blushing slightly, looked at him with open eyes, and nodded slowly.

He was born with a very delicate appearance, and his facial features are even more delicate than the fairy boy in the painting.

Xie Qing asked him to look at his blushing and well-behaved appearance, and couldn't help feeling fond of him, and said softly: "I cooked porridge for you, be good, sit down and wait for a while, okay?"

The child was coaxed gently by him, blushing even more, and sat next to him with his legs crossed, but he didn't look at the chicken anymore, but looked up at his side face.

Xie Qingrang smiled at him, then went to look at the shredded chicken porridge that was cooked in a small pot earlier.

The porridge has been cooked, bubbling and bubbling, the Lingmi has been boiled until thickened, the color is milky white and crystal clear, and the fragrance is tangy.

When they were far away before, the smell of meat porridge was overwhelmed by the grilled chicken, but now that they are sitting closer, the aroma of porridge is particularly strong, mixing with the smell of grilled chicken, and they scramble to get into their noses.

The child's eyes finally moved away from him, and turned to look at the fragrant and tempting meat porridge.

Xie Qingrang took out another small bowl from the storage bag, filled half a bowl of porridge out, scooped up half a spoonful of porridge, let it cool down, touched it with his own lips to check the temperature, and then fed it to the child: "Come on, open your mouth and eat slowly."

The child stared at him blankly, his eyes were red.

He has seen this elder brother feeding porridge before. It was a servant in the family feeding her own child. He just blew it like this, and tried it again, his eyes were full of love.

Xie Qingrang saw that he didn't eat, but looked like he was about to drop the golden beans, and was a little at a loss: "What's the matter? Be good, don't cry, tell brother if you have anything to say, brother is not a bad person, and won't hurt you. "

"No...it's nothing..." The child said softly, and quickly lowered his head to eat the meat porridge in the spoon.

Seeing that he started eating again, Xie Qingrang couldn't tell what the child was thinking, so he had to put it aside and feed him slowly.

After eating half a bowl of porridge, the child licked his lips eagerly, raised his head to look at him, and said timidly, "Thank you brother."

Xie Qingrang smiled, wanted to rub his hair, but was afraid of scaring him, so he gave up.

"Young master, what's your name and where do you live? Why are you alone in the woods? Did you get separated from your family?"

He smiled and inquired about the child's situation, and saw that he was well-dressed, fair-skinned, well-educated, and well-bred. He looked like a spoiled child of a rich and powerful family. The family members were not sure why they were worried about this loss. He has to find a way to send people back.

Hearing his question, the child didn't feel any emotion. He raised his eyes and looked at him for a while, then said: "Brother, my name is Ah Xun, my family...I have no home anymore."

Xie Qing paused his smile, and asked casually, "A Xun is your name, so what's your last name? Brother, go and find out for you, okay?"

The child pursed his lips, looked at him again, and whispered, "My name is... Yi, Yi Xun..."

With some guilt, he lowered his eyes not to look at this beautiful brother, he is a bad boy, and he lied again.

But, but... Mother said that after he came out, he would no longer be a member of the Huo family, and he must never tell others that his surname is Huo.

Xie Qingrang didn't know the truth, and he was relieved to hear that it was Yi Xun and not Huo Xun - no matter what, as long as it wasn't the protagonist, he didn't want to have anything to do with the suicidal protagonist.

He bent his eyes and said with a smile: "Is that so, then I will call you Ah Xun from now on, okay?"

Huo Xun looked at him and nodded.

Xie Qingrang thought for a while, and said again: "How could Ah Xun be in the woods, how could he have no home?"

He thought that the child was lost, but he didn't expect that there seemed to be something inside?

Huo Xun hugged his knees and said sullenly: "My mother brought me here, my family is gone..."

"At home, there are fires everywhere in the house. Many people, they say, are people from outside. Everyone is afraid and runs around..."

"I'm also scared..."

When he said this, his voice was almost inaudible.

But Xie Qingrang heard it clearly, and couldn't help feeling sorry for the child, and took him into his arms and patted him on the back.

Huo Xun's nose was sore, tears fell, and he cried silently against his arms, and soon he was out of breath and sobbed.

Xie Qingrang's heart was sore and soft. It's really pitiful that such a young child has suddenly changed dramatically.

He hugged Huo Xun and kept gently stroking his back to help him calm down. He softened his tone and coaxed him, and finally managed to coax him better.

He thought for a while, and then asked, "What about your mother?"

It was fine if he didn't ask, but after this question, Huo Xun started to cry again, his eyes were red and swollen, and tears flowed all over his face.

"Mother, mother hugged me that day and asked me if I would like to go with her, I said yes, woo woo, mother brought me here, then, then said she was leaving, and told me not to go back Home... woo woo woo, Ah Xun is very good, Ah Xun didn't come home..."

Xie Qingrang hugged his small body in his arms, felt his trembling, and felt unspeakable sadness in his heart. He also had no home, but at least he was loved when he was at home, but this The child did not.

Not at all.

Even just a few words are enough for him to make up Ah Xun's past life.

His mother just hugged him, and he was willing to follow, which is enough to show how bad father is.As for the mother, it's hard to say, take the child out and throw it in the woods, and don't let him go home. Is this love or not?Is there a reason or is it also so moody on weekdays?

However, judging from Ah Xun's lack of love, his mother may not care much about him on weekdays.

Xie Qing frowned even more. Judging from Ah Xun's description, there must have been an accident in his house, there was a fire, and many strangers broke in, maybe robbers and robbers.

His mother probably didn't want to stay in his house, so she wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape. Maybe her status was not high, so no one paid attention to her in the chaos. Maybe she was forced to be a concubine?This can also explain why she has a strange attitude towards Ah Xun, because this child is not what she expected, and even a witness of humiliation, but the nature of mother and child makes it difficult for her to let go. Maybe she loves and hates, so she brought the child out But cruelly discarded.

Xie Qingrang gave full play to his imagination and worked hard to piece together the facts.

After thinking a lot in a mess, Xie Qingrang silently shot the things in his mind away.

What are you talking about.

Forget it, anyway, something happened to Ah Xun's house, and it was uncomfortable to live at home before the accident, and now his mother is not at that house anymore.

He lowered his head, looked at the crying child in his arms, and made a silent decision in his heart.