this king; that king

About 200 years ago—and it was just a rough idea—a shrill cry came from the palace, and a baby was born.

The king rushed into his wife's room and saw the young queen kissing the blood-stained child in her arms with infinite love in her eyes. Every strand of her hair was soaked in cold sweat, and her life was about to die due to dystocia. to the end.

The king turned a deaf ear to the queen, hurriedly hugged the baby and glanced expectantly, his eyes dimmed instantly, the baby was an Omega.

He handed the baby to the nurse, stood up coldly, and left the room without saying a word.

His second queen passed away in such a lonely way. Before leaving, with infinite expectations, she named the child Jin, hoping that he would be cautious in his words and deeds, and take every step of his life well.

No one thought that this not-so-beautiful baby would lead this country with internal political instability and hidden social crisis to the century-old prosperity of the unknown country that everyone praised.

Jin didn't get anyone's attention. He grew up playing and growing up in the hollow full of toys and dreams that the castle built for him every day. Every day, different people took care of him—the king didn't even want to hire a permanent nanny for him, so All the work of looking after him was just a side job for the castle servants.

Jin is not happy, because he has never seen his mother, and even the impression of his father is only the back view from the tower.But the people in the castle found that the prince was unusually quiet and gentle, and never made a big fuss except for crying when he was hungry.

When he was five years old, Jin sat in his room, waiting for the servant to bring him meals as usual.

But the servants never came, and the din of the banquet outside the window never stopped.

The room was cold, and he suddenly felt that he was an unwanted child.

His room is next to the rest room of the servants. Since childhood, the servants have been talking about gossip, hurt and being hurt unscrupulously, and it has been instilled into Jin's ears day after day.

That day he howled and broke everything that could be broken in the room, but still no one came to him.

He can open the door to the banquet to disrupt the situation, but he can't do it, he can't read, but he understands what is called a father and what is called an adult, he shouldn't bother him, and he doesn't want to go, because everyone tells him that his father is a man worthy of respect people.

Then, run away.he thought so.

In the middle of the night, he opened the door with two loaves of bread on his back, escaped all the patrolling guards, opened the window on the first floor, climbed along the thick rope hanging the welcome flags to the cargo room used by the servants, and left while the guards were changing shifts The castle where he was imprisoned for five years.

He didn't know anything about the danger outside, he only knew that since he didn't want to be hurt, he had to run away.

He fled towards the forest. It was the coldest winter at that time, and the black dead trees near and far were lined up to form a boundless high wall. Passing by his ear, the thick snow made him move forward while enduring the severe cold.

At night, Jin no longer had the strength to move forward, but it happened to be snowing again at this time.Jin couldn't stop sneezing, his body was shaking, his fingers were red from the cold, and the white mist produced by his heavy breathing fluctuated and then thickened. He stopped and looked around blankly.

He doesn't know the way.

He couldn't cry because no one would hear him.

At this time, he saw the blood-red dots in the snow under the moonlight, and was afraid that it might be a murderer. When he looked along the path of the fishy smell, he found a fluffy snow-white thing, which was constantly moving slightly. , There are two long ears on the head.

Jin took a step closer, the thing took a step back, and finally he saw clearly that it was a little rabbit, its eyes were as bright and beautiful as rubies, its feet seemed to be bleeding, and it was shrinking its head and looking at him timidly .

And behind the rabbit, there were two white rabbits, all covered in blood, with arrows stuck in their disheveled fur, their bodies remained motionless.

Jin was startled, and immediately understood that they were monsters in the forest, and behind the little rabbit were the parents who were killed.

A little rabbit is also a little rabbit that no one wants.

Enduring the cold, he bent down and stretched out his thin and icy little hands, and smiled softly, his eyes were dark and shining, covered with a layer of faint tears overflowing from the cold, like melting the endless vastness and stars of the dome at night Canlan, he said to the rabbit: "Come here, I have something to eat."

But the rabbit immediately took a step back in horror, and his nose fluttered twice.

I don't want to leave, there is a little rabbit in the woods, it may be eaten at any time: "Hey, I will let you go, you come here for a while."

The rabbit still didn't move.

"It's really just a short while, I don't have any arrows on me." Jin stretched out his other hand.

The rabbit's ears moved, and its eyes full of horror stared at Jin who was a few steps away.

"I can't go, your little foot is injured, if you bleed any more, you will suddenly fall to the ground, and you won't remember anything. I have something to eat, and I'll wait for you to come out here." Jin closed her eyes and knelt down with a plop In the waist-high snow, he bent down and waited. More and more icy catkins fell in the night sky, but he never took his hand back.

What followed was an endless stalemate. The rabbit really wanted to take that step, but whenever he saw Jin's body shaking violently in the cold wind, he would subconsciously withdraw his feet.

In the end, the little rabbit gritted his teeth and dragged his painful body and rushed out. He felt a wriggling mass in his hand through his clothes, opened his eyes and found that it was a little rabbit, and immediately burst into laughter, regardless of the pain of bending over for a long time , straightened his stiff waist, pulled off his own belt, clumsily bandaged the rabbit, tore the bread into pieces, and pushed it in front of the rabbit.

The rabbit carefully touched it with its nose before swallowing the bread crumbs and snow, and ran up Jin's shoulders with its short legs to rub against his neck with its soft fluff.

Suddenly a gust of warm wind blew and melted a large circle of snow, a radiant magic circle appeared on the ground, and a deep and heavy voice echoed in the forest came from afar: "The monster has chosen you to be its master!" ,Do you want to?"

At that time, Jin didn't understand anything, but with the little rabbit by his side, he was naturally extremely happy: "Yes!"

"Is there any additional ability you want?" The voice came again.

"Yes, yes!" Jin listened to understand, and grinned, "I want him to have many different special effects!"

I like beautiful things.

"Quite!" said the God of Heaven and Earth.

The dazzling light from the rabbit illuminated the blue-gray snow at night, and I felt that there seemed to be something that brought him and the rabbit together, but I couldn't explain why.

That doesn't matter anymore. When the rabbit was obediently held in Jin's arms, Jin suddenly said: "The white light you just emitted is really bright! In the future... I will call you a light bulb, okay?" Without waiting The rabbit replied, and kept calling out in a childish voice, "Light bulb, light bulb!"

So that night the rabbit kept pawing at his face with its short, furry paws.

When Jin saw the road on the ground, he walked straight forward in that direction, and the light bulb kept lying on his shoulder to give him light.

Jin returned to the room in the same way again, and he found that everything was the same, which meant that no one had noticed that he was missing at all, and there was no sign of dinner being delivered.

"I'm sorry, Bulb, you can only eat bread crumbs tonight, and everyone doesn't give me anything to eat." The young Jin felt that it seemed a bit unfair to judge everyone like this, so he struck a match and lit the fireplace, "But Everyone is a good person, Aunt Millie in the opposite room, she didn't have time to come over at night, she was afraid that I would be cold, so she taught me how to use matches."

The light bulb jumped onto the small window next to the door and looked towards the opposite room. There was a maid inside, pressing another person on her body. It seemed that the so-called "no time to come over" meant having an affair with someone else.

But the light bulb didn't say anything, because he couldn't speak, and because he didn't want to tell this little master about his own age that his life was full of deceptions.

After that, Jin never thought of running away, and stayed peacefully in the room with simple murals every day, waiting for a meal to be delivered.

It's just that all the servants found that there was an extra rabbit in the little prince's room, with ruby-red eyes watching everyone who passed the room, entered and exited.

One day, Jin suddenly asked: "Bulb, look at the murals on the wall. Every time I look at them, I find something different. I also want to draw. Do you know where there is paper?"

It was only then that the light bulb remembered that Jin was already seven years old, but she hadn't learned anything yet.

"I want to be like them." Jin stepped on the chair and looked at the nobleman holding a newspaper in the garden outside the window and commenting on others' actions.

The next morning, when Jin woke up, she found a neatly dressed silver-haired child sitting beside her, who looked about a year older than herself, with red eyes, white and delicate skin, and a ball of fluff like a rabbit's tail behind her.

"Bulb?" Jin tried to call out.

The smiling handsome boy spoke a slightly mature standard Mandarin: "That's right, Your Highness."

"You can transform into a human form?" Jin was very excited, his heart was as sweet as a honey pot, and he rushed to hug him vigorously, almost making the bulb breathless.

"It's the age. I've gone to the study to steal the pen and paper." Light bulb touched Jin's head and pointed to the spoils on the table.

"Okay! Let's start now!" Jin jumped out of bed and sat down at the table.

So from that day on, Bulb became the teacher who taught Jin to write, and from time to time he stole documents and historical materials from the library to read to him.

One night when it rained heavily, ten-year-old Jin fell asleep, and Bulb sat by the window looking at the sketches drawn by his master.

A painting with dark blue and purple background full of shiny white dots, it looks like a starry sky, but there are long metallic strips under the sky, the light bulb can't figure out what it is .

The next morning, I may say, it was a cage of solid gold.

"Come on, come out with me, just for a little while, just for a little while." Light bulb stretched out his hand to Jin.

"No, that's not a place for me to stay." Jin don't over-twist his pen and start to practice calligraphy.

Bulb's hand was always there, and he didn't take it back.

Jin couldn't bear to see him suffer, took his hand, put down the pen with a sigh, and went out of the room openly for the first time.

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