Chapter 1
Thirteen-year-old boys, some are jumping and playing in the basketball court, exuding vigor and vitality like the morning sun, while others are already at the end of their lives.
In the white ward, the boy in hospital gown has delicate eyebrows and delicate eyes, like a little prince who walked out of a picture book. He looks like the kind of person who has a good family background and is favored by his parents.
But the fact is not so. The little nurse who takes care of Lin Ran knows that Lin Ran is not a little prince favored by his parents. Instead, he grew up in an orphanage, and he is about to undergo an operation with unknown results.
In the hospital where the Yin and Yang are separated every day, there are often uncontrolled cries from family members, which makes people depressed and dull, but sometimes there are some different colors in such an environment.
Lin Ran, who was leaning on the bed, was pale to the point of being transparent. The whispers beside him made him put down the book in his hand. His black eyes looked at the family of three on the other side of the bed. The father was telling his son a joke that he didn't know where he got from.
But the jokes he told were quite popular with his wife and son. After he finished, his son burst into laughter, and his wife, who was peeling a banana for his son, also had a smile on her face.
The man who was praised became more excited and began to tell new jokes.
Lin Ran, who was eavesdropping, also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but was caught by the hostess of that family. When their eyes met, Lin Ran slid down embarrassedly and basically lay on the bed, with most of his body huddled in the quilt.
His pale and almost transparent cheeks were stained with red. In addition to the embarrassment of being caught, he also felt inexplicably guilty, as if he was a thief and was stealing something that belonged to someone else.
But the hostess of this house is actually a gentle and kind woman. She looked at Lin Ran and asked embarrassedly, "Did I disturb you? Did I disturb you from reading?"
Lin Ran hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, I was just reading miscellaneous books to kill time."
The hostess was relieved and handed Lin Ran a bunch of grapes. The son of this family, the boy who was about the same age as Lin Ran, was said to have been a little fat but now completely thin. His parents thought about how to make him fat every day. The boy urged his father to continue telling the joke, and asked with sparkling eyes, "Then what? What about after that?"
Lin Ran also continued to listen to the unfinished joke that the man continued to tell. In this corner of the ward, there was the sound of the man telling jokes and stories, the woman's gentle and caring voice, and the boy's questioning voice. As Lin Ran listened, he unconsciously revealed a little envy in his eyes.
He had never been in contact with normal family life for a long time before. He had only seen his classmates' parents hold parent-teacher conferences, heard his classmates complain about their parents' strict management, and saw a couple carrying a child who was jumping and walking on the street...
It was only after he was admitted to the hospital that he saw those families get along for a long time, and then he developed envy, or it could be said that this envy had already sprouted in his heart, or it could be said that every child in the welfare home has this envy in their hearts.
In fact, Lin Ran had seen the couple in the corridor with red eyes, trembling shoulders, and blocked their crying sounds with their palms.
Lin Ran hoped that the thin boy would get better, otherwise the couple would be even sadder than what they saw that day, and they would be so sad that the sky would fall.
Although Lin Ran himself had no home and no family, he felt that home was like this, and that family members were like this. There would be a strong natural concern between them that could not be cut off.
That feeling makes people who have no sense of belonging very envious.
Lin Ran had not been abused in the welfare home, nor had he been seriously bullied by other children. It was just that most of the children left in the welfare home were physically disabled. The staff of the welfare home could not take care of them, so they would inevitably be negligent. They certainly could not care for and concern for the one or two children in their own home. Children like Lin Ran would inevitably be emotionally deficient and lack love.
These were Lin Ran's own analysis after reading a psychology book. However, he analyzed that although he often envied his classmates who had families, and he not only had no family but also had physical problems, he did not feel cynical, so it was okay, and he should not grow crooked.
Without a father or a mother to teach him, Lin Ran was worried that he would grow crooked.
But this time Lin Ran's worries could end here, and he had no way to see whether the boy would get better, because after he entered the operating room, he could not get off the operating table after all.
This teenager who always lacked a sense of belonging was like a passerby after all, and ended his short journey in this world.
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the palace two hundred years ago, even though it was already March, the setting sun in the sky did not feel warm at all when shining on people. Many palace maids and eunuchs kneeling on the ground felt the chill piercing their bones.
The people in the whole courtyard were silent, and the bodies kneeling on the ground were shivering.
The little prince was seriously ill, and now his life and death were uncertain. I was afraid that if the little prince died, they would be buried with him.
At this time, these people only hoped that the little prince could survive, and they could also earn a living.
Lin Ran's consciousness was floating up and down like a small boat. Some people said that when a person is dying, his past life will flash through his mind like a movie. His own life was short and unremarkable, and he had not yet had time to write the future. His future might also be magnificent, or it might be plain but with highlights. Such an abrupt end made people feel regretful.
But perhaps it was his desire to survive, or perhaps fate finally favored him once. Although it changed time and space, it gave him another life.
"Woo." The windows in the palace were tightly shut. Even though there were candles in the daytime, it was not bright. The baby lying on the crib was less than an arm's length, and looked very fragile and pitiful.
There was not even a trace of blood on the baby's small face, and it was even bluish. The childish protest was as soft and pitiful as a kitten.
But even with such a pitiful protest, his little mouth was still forcibly opened, and the black medicine was poured down, but a lot of it flowed out from the little mouth. The imperial physician who was feeding the medicine patted and pressed, and the small bowl of medicine was finally fed in half.
The baby closed his eyes and frowned lightly. This time he did not cry or wail, perhaps because he did not even have the strength to cry or wail. He only hummed in protest from time to time, so weak that people were worried that the baby would die silently.
The baby's biological mother, Concubine De, felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife. Her eyes were dark blue. She stared at the little prince, and when she saw the imperial physician had stopped, she hurriedly asked, "How is it?"
Imperial Physician Liu and the other two Imperial Physicians, Han and Wang, exchanged a glance. No one could give Concubine De a satisfactory answer. Imperial Physician Liu only said, "The little prince has just taken the medicine. We will stay here and check his pulse every quarter of an hour. The little prince has the protection of Your Majesty and Your Majesty, and he will surely be out of danger."
The handkerchief in Concubine De's hand was about to be torn off by herself, but she still suppressed her emotions and said, "Thank you all, imperial physicians. Xiao Cui will prepare tea for everyone."
Concubine De left the room and returned to her bedroom. She washed her face with clean water, but the redness in her eyes did not diminish. Nanny Qin, who followed Concubine De, said, "Your Majesty, please have some food too."
But Concubine De was surrounded by a dark cloud, and Nanny Qin's words seemed not to reach her ears at all.
Nanny Qin advised again: "Your Highness still has to protect the little prince, you can't fall ill at this time."
Depin stood up and looked through the window at the people kneeling in the courtyard. She said: "How is the investigation going?"
The little prince was sick the day before yesterday and caught a cold.
It is normal for children to catch a cold in the early spring when the weather is warm and cold. But Depin felt that there was something wrong, so she investigated, and she found out something.
Just like someone recalled that the little prince couldn't stop playing with the cloth tiger that day, sweating, and fell ill due to the heat and cold. Others said that they felt that there was wind in the house that day. I don't know if it was because the weather was cold that night, or if the window was not closed tightly and was blown open by the wind.
It seems that it is not a big deal, it is all coincidence, and there is no conspiracy behind it. It can only be said that the servants were negligent.
But behind these light coincidences is the life of her son, and the women who survive in the harem are suspicious and do not believe in coincidences.
On Depin's graceful face, there is an indissoluble frost, which makes her look even colder. Her gentle eyes are like a deep abyss.
"Keep investigating, find out who is involved behind them."
Depin's hatred peaked in her heart, and she did not take her eyes away from the people outside the window. She said, "Since they all pleaded guilty and said that they did not take good care of her, they can go to the laundry department if they can't do the work of serving others."
If she hadn't accumulated blessings for the son and didn't want to see blood, she wouldn't have restrained herself now. If the son couldn't live, she would have asked these people to be buried with him.
She couldn't keep the previous child as soon as he was born, and watched him being taken away from her. Now this one is the one she can have, but it is about to slip away again, and even completely unable to stay in this world. Depin felt that she could go crazy.
Depin stuffed two chopsticks of food into her mouth. When she came to the room where the imperial doctors were guarding again, the baby on the bed still didn't wake up. The imperial doctors only told Depin to continue waiting.
Okay, wait.
Lin Ran felt that he had a dream. It was not a good dream. He just felt that he was like a rootless duckweed floating in the dream, with no place to stay. It floated for a long time before the dream ended.
He struggled to wake up, and finally there was light in his eyes. He woke up, but the scenes in the dream were receding, as if covered by a veil and filled with fog. He couldn't see clearly.
Lin Ran's eyes were confused.
"Ah." Before he could grasp anything from the confusion, he was awakened by the bitter taste. His mouth made a dissatisfied sound faster than his brain. He had felt this bitter taste before, and it even stained his dream, making his dream not a good dream.
Lin Ran was dazed and wondered if he had eaten Coptis chinensis before going to bed?
He couldn't remember.
He put his little hand into his mouth and sucked it, and the bitterness seemed to go away a little.
But Lin Ran's dark eyes stared at his hand, and he raised his hand.
The little hand was soft and tender, just a little bit big. Lin Ran's dark eyes became blank again. His?
Lin Ran's little brows twisted again, always feeling that something was wrong, what was wrong? He couldn't figure it out.
But the little baby always felt that his mind was empty!
He became stupid!
"Wow..." A baby crying sounded suddenly.
Well, Lin Ran, who has degenerated into an eight-month-old baby, has indeed become stupid. Emotions control behavior too much, and the brain does not process and control it. If it were the young boy Lin Ran, he would not cry now.
But this baby's cry was like a heavenly music that made everyone in the room look overjoyed, and the baby's crib was immediately surrounded. Several imperial doctors took turns grabbing Lin Ran's wrist to feel his pulse. Depin came up to him and asked, "Young prince is awake, does that mean he is well again?"
Those burning gazes could burn through Lin Ran's empty head. The crowd of heads blocked the light in the room, which was not bright to begin with, but in this dim light and shadow, Lin Ran could still see the joy on these people's faces, especially one of the women. The hope and great surprise in her eyes lit up the darkness.
Lin Ran was stunned.
He was crying and they were laughing.
With so many people watching, the crying little mouth closed tightly.
He didn't want to cry anymore. He
sobbed again and hiccuped, and his soft chin trembled.
It was a pity that after such an illness, there was no soft flesh on his chin.
The hiccup after the sob made the little baby's eyelashes flicker twice, and then drooped down. The eyelashes still stained with water blocked the little baby's black eyes. Shame!
(End of this chapter)
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