Personality V: I will save everything

Luchino hung like this on the tree for a long time, until the branch could no longer support his weight, and he fell to the ground together with the rope and the branch.

Luchino, who fell to the ground, still looked up at the blue sky with a pale face.

"Just give up, Luchino, your vitality is more powerful than a tardigrade." I commented standing aside. Luchino's vitality is really tenacious. He has thick blood and a high shield. If you want to kill Luchino, you really need to have some skills.

But Luchino seemed not to have heard the manor owner's complaints and was still lying on the ground, his back facing the sky.

"Forget it, I'll leave you alone for a while."

...............

Then again, something else happened during the time Luchino was hanging, and that was that Frederick and Ganji also came out of the manor.

Well... To be precise, Frederick ran in front and Ganji chased behind.

By the way, the two of them were not playing around, Frederick...how to put it, at least to him he was really running away.

The reason is very simple. It goes like this...

Let's turn the time back to Ganji, the period not long after he arrived at the manor.

I don’t know if it’s because when they first met, Frederick shared the food with Ganji, so Frederick and Ganji have a good relationship.

When Gan Qiping has nothing to do, he will use the trees in the garden as a training target for cricket.

And Frederick often stood in the garden, watching Ganji fight, and then gradually he became a little eager to try.

At the beginning, Ganji was a little afraid that this would hurt Frederick. After all... To put it bluntly, in Ganji's eyes, Frederick's thin arms and legs made Ganji... I was really afraid that if he swung the stick down, he would break his hand first.

However, Gangi's concerns proved to be correct.

Frederick's eagerness to try ended with his own screams and Ganji hurriedly carrying him to find the owner of the manor.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwu...??(?′Д｀?)??" Frederick cried loudly, covering his right wrist. His right wrist was obviously swollen. A big circle.

"Oh my god..." I didn't understand what was going on at the time. To be precise, before Ganji came to me with Frederick in his arms, I was drinking afternoon tea peacefully, and suddenly I This happened. (At that time, I almost spit out a sip of tea -_-||)

But I still took Frederick from Ganji's hand and carefully checked his right wrist. Fortunately, his right wrist was only twisted and not broken.

I found an ice pack and applied it to his right wrist to at least help him stop the pain first and help reduce the swelling in the injured area.

"(sobbing), (sobbing), (sobbing)... (?д?; )" Frederick was still tearful, and it seemed that his right wrist was indeed very painful.

"Okay, be good, don't cry, don't cry, stop crying, it won't hurt after a while." I gently patted Frederick's back and comforted him.

After hearing what I said, Frederick stopped crying. I thought he was no longer in pain and wanted to put him down from my arms. Then I discovered that Frederick was actually just forcing himself. Just endure it. ⊙﹏⊙

"Good, good, you're very brave, Frederick, the pain will stop soon." Helpless, I had no choice but to continue holding Frederick in my arms, comforting him, and stuffing a candy into his mouth. .

I just held Frederick and sat on the chair until the swelling in his right wrist gradually subsided. Then I finally found a bandage and brace and treated his wound.

In normal times, or during the period when Frederick first arrived, after the manor owner had treated his wounds, he would have definitely walked directly out of the manor owner's arms, but this time, Frederick didn't do that.

"Does it still hurt?" Looking at Frederick, I thought his right wrist still hurt.

"Well..." Frederick's ears turned red, not because of shyness, but because of shame, because this was the first time he lied to the manor owner, but he just wanted more hugs from the manor owner. Just hold him for a while.

"Come here and let me give you a hug." Of course I could see that Frederick was lying, after all, his neck was so obviously red, but so what? He wants me to hug him, so I’ll hug him for a little longer. Anyway, I won’t suffer.

Frederick is like...oh, forgive me for using such an adjective, but I really feel like this...Frederick is like a kitten nestled in my arms, quiet and quiet. Don't move.

I touched Frederick's little head, oh, his hair felt as fluffy and soft as a kitten's fur.

Then I asked Ganji carefully how Frederick's right wrist was made like this, and then Ganji told me...

To be honest, when Ganji said this, I couldn't believe it.

Because Gangi said, Frederick just swung his cricket bat and...that was it.

Yes, you heard it right. Frederick took the cricket bat from Gangi's hand and tried to swing it, and then...his right wrist was twisted.

tnnd, when I heard Ganji say this, I would rather believe that there was something wrong with my ears.

I thought it was Ganji, and what kind of extreme sports did he take Frederick to do? As a result, he told me that Frederick had done this by swinging a cricket bat.

This made me have to question the way I educate my children. Then I thought about it carefully and found that it seemed that the problem did not lie with me. After all, I raised Andrew and Carl. How should I put it... um... the devil incarnation ? (;all)?

Anyway, I raised Andrew and Carl very well, and I rarely saw them get hurt.

But if there was nothing wrong with the way I raised my children, then why was Frederick so...crippling?

I thought carefully about what Frederick looked like in normal times, and then I found the source of the problem.

In fact, the problems with Frederick can be traced back to the time before he came to the manor. At that time, the Clayburgh family... How should I put it? Raising Frederick was like raising a porcelain doll. The only requirement for him is that he must be able to play the piano and have good looks.

This resulted in Frederick being required to plan the intake of each meal as a toddler. He was wearing a corset since he was a child and was not allowed to bask in the sun often. Such a child would definitely have problems even when he grew up.

And after Frederick came to the manor, in order not to make him so nervous, I didn't care about him much in many things. This led to Frederick still maintaining the same behavior as when he was at the Clayburgh house. As for his living habits, he doesn't bask in the sun, doesn't eat much, and just stays in his room every day. It's strange that his physique is so good.

This is not a good sign. I don't want Frederick to get sick at a young age. I have to change his lifestyle.