As Zaizai grows older, his memories of his previous life will gradually become part of his growth, allowing him to grow up like a real child.
It's just that they will be extra smart.
But 1002 didn't even know that the child's intelligence could make him carry such a heavy burden.
He didn't even know that a three-year-old child could suppress all emotions and make himself bear it little by little.
1002 was about to go crazy and wanted to curse.
He wanted to say, "Baby, baby! You are only three years old, why do you have to endure so much?"
He wanted to scold, "Can you think about yourself? Why have you been saving people since you were one year old, but you don't care about yourself at all?"
He wanted to cry, "You should be growing up happily and innocently in your big brother's arms, but why is pain following you like a shadow?"
1002 I cried uncontrollably, but the tears did not flow like the torrent when I was angry.
His crying was silent, just low sobs.
He was thinking, was it because he had taught the little fat boy to be too kind?
A pure heart, a pure heart.
He actually hated this adjective.
He would rather his cub be completely bad than be so helpless and blame himself.
1002 looked at the little fat boy, saw his lips trembling slightly, and saw his body twitching slightly because of crying.
An unprecedented anger surged from 1002's data. That emotion madly eroded his sanity and burned his data core.
"Ding Ding, is father dead?" The little fat boy kept wiping his tears, trying to make himself look more obedient.
The little fat boy actually knows everything, but he just doesn't want to think about it.
His father, who loved him deeply, hadn't come to see him for a long time. With his intelligence, could he really not guess it?
Those uncles and aunts looked at him strangely, and often with a hint of pity. Wouldn’t the little fat boy know that?
Even the uncles guarding the city gate didn't dare to mention this matter in front of him. At first, they would ask Yu'er if he would come to wait for his father today.
Later he remained silent about the matter.
The little fat boy knew it, but he never dared to think about it.
My father is the emperor. He is very strong and powerful. Even Feitu is afraid of him. How could my father die?
Death means no longer being in this world, but my father said he would never abandon the fish.
So the little fat boy knew it was strange, but never showed it.
As long as he waits day by day, his father will come.
He will definitely come, this is his baby.
When he was beating someone with his fists clenched that day, he kept saying that his father would come. That was the little fat boy comforting himself.
As long as you have this wish in your heart and Yuer always remembers it, your father will come.
He waited and waited, and finally Ding Ding came.
But Ding Ding woke up and said in three seconds that he would take her home.
But three days passed and Ding Ding didn't even mention her father.
The last hope was shattered, and the little fat boy could no longer deceive himself.
So he asked, "Is my father dead?"
He thinks too much, too much, not like a child.
The little fat boy asked this question after thinking about it for a long time.
He wondered if he could die and let his father live?
Because the little fat boy always felt as if he had died once, but his father saved him.
Can the fish exchange his life for his father's life?
He wants to exercise and also wants to offer his healthy self.
I wish dad lives and the fish dies.
The little fat boy didn't even ask Ding Ding if he could save his father because he knew what Ding Ding was like.
If he had a way, Ding Ding wouldn't be so evasive.
The little fat boy knew even better that if he brought it up and Ding Ding couldn't help him, he would blame himself.
The fish doesn't want anyone to be sad because of him.
1002 watched his actions, and infinite regret welled up in his heart. He wondered if he had not come into this world that day, would he not be so worried about this child.
He can still happily slack off and sleep in every day.
At this point, there is no way I couldn't answer such a simple question.
Brother, you are so stupid, you are so foolish. You think you have arranged everything, you think you can focus on your treatment, but don’t you know that your children will always think about it?
Brother, if you don’t tell the little fat boy the truth, don’t blame me.
1002 wiped away a tear, and his data expanded to encompass the little fat boy.
He said, "Brother is not dead. I will take you to see him. Don't cry."
1002 understood why Big Brother on the list wanted to hide the matter from Little Fatty, but he felt that hiding it was not a good decision, at least for Little Fatty.
1002 is unable to support the little fat boy's body to cross, but it can allow the little fat boy's consciousness to be entangled with its own data, so what he sees is what the little fat boy sees.
In the eyes of Fang Qi and his group, Brother Yu'er was tired, so he just found a piece of grass and lay down. It happened that they were also tired, so they also lay down in the grass one by one.
The children surrounded the little fat boy and slowly fell asleep.
Purple Palace.
The faint smell of medicine filled the tip of the nose, and the smell of blood seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow and could not dissipate.
It's time to bleed the emperor again.
The month-long treatment made Dean Lin admire His Majesty's patience. Sometimes he couldn't bring himself to do it, but His Majesty just closed his eyes and didn't even make a sound.
If His Majesty's eyes had not been trembling, he would have thought that His Majesty had fainted from the pain.
Seeing the portraits of the little prince all over the floor, Dean Lin couldn't bear it.
This father and son from the royal family were definitely the most affectionate couple he had ever seen.
In order to allow His Majesty to meet the little prince as soon as possible, Dean Lin tried his best. However, it was good enough if the poison could be cured. How could it be restored to its peak state at will?
A gentle breeze blew against Lin Yuanshou's face, causing him to frown and say, "Quickly close all the windows. Your Majesty cannot stand the wind."
"Ahem, it's okay." The emperor had originally closed his eyes and was pretending to sleep, but Dean Lin's words made him open his eyes.
Perhaps it was because he was seriously ill, but Emperor Mingxi felt that the wind was particularly warm and gentle.
"Lord Lin, how long will it take for me to recover from this illness?"
The emperor asked this question again.
Dean Lin lowered his eyes and replied, "Your Majesty, it will still take a year or so."
The emperor's hands, which were holding on tightly, suddenly became weak. How could it take so long?
My son, please wait a little longer for your father. When he gets better, he will personally take you home.
"Go down first." The emperor has been suffering from illness for a long time and is skinny. If it weren't for the gleam in his eyes, he would still be as sharp as he was in the past.
I'm afraid even the little fat boy wouldn't recognize that this is his father.
"Father, father." The little fat boy burst into tears as he looked at the pale, skinny man in front of him who looked like an old man.
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