The road is long.
The little fat boy dragged his father and slowly moved forward.
He wanted to hug his father, but his father was a head taller than him.
He wanted to carry his father on his back, but his father was covered in bruises.
Shouldn't the Crown Prince be the most beloved child of the Emperor?
This is what my dad told me.
But my father was not like that. He was hated, called a monster, and ignored.
He is the grass in the corner, absorbing water and sunlight alone.
Why didn’t Yu’er and Xiaoyuan feel the road was so long when they were walking?
With no one to help him, the little fat boy could only rely on his outstanding memory to find the direction.
The blood from Yan Jiyuan's body had stopped flowing, but Fatty knew that the most feared thing after being injured was infection.
Ding Ding said that in ancient times, people used wine and fire to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation, but if Yu'er was asked to use fire to burn his father's flesh, how could he bear it?
As for wine, where is the wine?
The palace is different from the other palaces, and the fish don’t know the way here.
The little fat boy thought and thought, and he didn't stop while thinking.
Sensitive children always imagine many unbearable and terrible consequences in their minds, and fat babies think about a lot of them.
There was a pool of tears in his swollen eyes.
The consequences of losing his father made him tremble with fear, and his feet slipped as he shook, and the little fat boy fell heavily to the ground.
There was a piercing pain in my tailbone.
Tears streamed down his plump cheeks. The fat baby's eyes were blurred with tears and he could not see the direction clearly. He knelt on the ground, trying his best to grope for his father's figure.
Silence and fear came layer by layer, filling the little fat boy's broken heart.
Fat Baby was angry, angry that others treated Xiao Yuan like this.
He was helpless and confused. All kinds of emotions intertwined together, rolling up his tears, his heartache, and his sorrow.
Until he touched his father's hand again, the fat baby pouted, smiled as if he was about to cry, and held Xiaoyuan's hand tightly.
Then he said: "I have thought of a way!"
The unconscious Crown Prince did not hear anything.
Ding Ding often tells the fish how special fish are.
I know, maybe fish can also be used as a panacea.
The little fat boy sniffed and searched around with his clear eyes.
The road back was very dilapidated and there were many broken tiles. The fat baby put his father down and limped to find sharp tiles - he had just sprained his foot.
The chubby baby who is loved by everyone may be sensitive or naive, but in difficult situations, he will find the only way out.
The little fat boy can be stronger than anyone else, but also more fragile than anyone else.
Therefore, the little fat boy, who would cry for his parents even if the emperor slapped his butt, didn't even blink when he cut his wrists with tiles.
The smell of blood filled the air, and the intense pain made the fat baby gasp uncontrollably.
But he stared at the crown prince's wound closely, and the moment he saw that it was effective, the little fat boy felt relieved.
He wiped the cold sweat off his face hastily, and raised his lips to cheer himself up: "I'm really good, right, right!" The next moment: "It hurts so much, whoosh whoosh."
The sunlight filtered down from the clouds, and a ray of it happened to fall on him. It was just this ray that made the little fat boy look like a butterfly dancing with wings emitting brilliant golden light.
After a long time, the little fat cub with white lips found his way back to the palace and put his father in the crib.
He didn't even stop, he just stepped out of the palace door, glanced back, and walked out without any reluctance.
Where is he going? To find Grandpa Zhao.
Why? For his father.
Even if I have no idea, even if I am covered in scars, even if I am in this world where I have no one to rely on.
For my Father, I have nothing to fear.
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