Rich and negative

"Arthur, do you have to piss me off!"

"I must know about my mother. Even if my father doesn't want to say it, it won't change anything."

"I told you, she's dead."

"How did she die? What kind of person was my mother and what did she do? You don't even want to tell me! I haven't seen her. I don't know if she would be nagging me all day long. , will you cook different home-cooked dishes every day, will you scold me for not being up to date when I am lazy, will you be like other people's mothers!" When the last sentence was uttered, the tone of the voice had changed, and it was hoarse and ugly .His body was getting colder and colder. I don't know if it was because the ground was too cold. The pain in his shoulders and chest didn't ease at all. For a moment, Arthur felt that he was going to die.

"Enough!" Bert turned his face, his eyes were already red. "Your mother is just an ordinary person, so there's nothing to say. But today, you have grown up and contradicted me again and again." Seeing that her father was about to step on her shoulders, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

"Master Burt, please stop!" A hastily and nervous voice sounded from outside the door, it was his mentor.

"Arthur knew he was wrong, and shouldn't be rude to you." Goethe knelt on one knee and saluted, but Bert didn't mean to let him get up at all.Goethe winked at Arthur, pretending to scold fiercely: "You are so stubborn! Is this what my teacher taught you?" Then he respectfully said to Bert: "Goethe will definitely teach Arthur well, please Bo Don't worry, my lord."

Bert stared at Goethe in silence for a while, with complicated and inexplicable expressions in his eyes.Goethe has always maintained a serious and respectful appearance. If you observe carefully, you can find thin cold sweat on his forehead.

"If you can't do it, you understand the consequences."

"Yes, then I will go and receive the punishment myself."

Bert's gloomy face softened slightly, and he passed Goethe and walked straight to the door without looking at Arthur.

"Are you all right? Look, what's the point of being so injured!" Seeing that Bert had gone far away, Goethe hurried to Arthur and helped him onto the bed.

"Teacher, it's okay." Hearing the teacher's concerned tone, the depression and sadness just now came to my heart.From the beginning to the end, my father didn't say a word of concern. Maybe he didn't care how he felt at all. What he wanted was absolute obedience.

If my mother was still there, maybe everything would be different.

"You child, you always keep everything in your heart, oh...forget it, I'll call the doctor." After a while, Goethe's figure also disappeared outside the gate, but Arthur was unexpectedly relieved, looking at My right arm was in a twisted posture, and the severe pain didn't subside much, so I knew that my father hadn't shown mercy just now.

Soon, Goethe and the doctor walked in together. The doctor looked at Arthur's injury and couldn't help frowning. This is too messy, he is still a child.Of course, he didn't dare to say anything more, so he said, "Hold it!" He quickly connected Arthur's right arm, then treated the injury on his chest, and took out a clean cotton cloth to bandage it. "Don't touch the water these few days, the wound has already festered, and I will come to help you change the dressing every three days."

After rectifying everything, the doctor left in a hurry.Seeing that Arthur's face was pale and his eyelids were still trembling, Goethe said, "Have a good rest." Then he retreated and closed the door. Arthur felt the surroundings quiet down, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Su Ranji didn't know why looking at Arthur, the young lady, suddenly felt a little distressed, and couldn't help but sigh.

"[Team] Ji Ransu: There is no mother and this father, really..."

When Bo Ming saw Su Ranji's words, he suddenly fell into an unpleasant mood. He didn't know if it was a coincidence that this Arthur really looked like him. Bo Ming had never seen his mother since he was a child, and it was only in the photos seen.Bo Ming's father heard that after his mother passed away, he started drinking and playing cards. He was either at the mahjong table or playing poker all day long, and he didn't go out to do any formal work. Sometimes he would vent on Bo Xu and Bo Ming. That's why Bo Ming especially protects Sister Liu now.

Brother wants to take care of but can't take care of, as a younger brother, he should shoulder this responsibility, so he never thinks that Sister Liu or Xiao Mu are troublesome, let alone these two people are also taking care of him.

“[Team] Love my natal idol for a lifetime @. @: woo woo woo The greatest luck in my life is that I was born in my family. My parents are super nice, they love me so much.”

Su Ran and his originally slightly depressed mood were directly dispelled. In fact, he suddenly felt that maybe people were divided into groups. When playing with Bai An and the others, he always felt that all the girls were shrewd and outrageous. , the small abacus was crackling.The brothers all said that everyone was playing with each other, which is more true.Young Master Su has also been cheated on, but now he has really changed. Some girls are also very kind and simple.

He thought about Bo Ming again, Su Ranji felt a warm current flowing slowly in his heart, he had never seen anyone who was more gentle than Bo Ming.

Well, it is tenderness.

Then came another plot, and the 12-year-old Arthur still has a lot of trials to pass.

A good night's sleep.

The warm sunshine came in in the morning, and Arthur rubbed the swollen corners of his eyes with sore eyes.

"Take a good rest these few days, and train after a while." Goethe sat at the opposite table, on which was a bowl of clear porridge that was still steaming.Seeing Arthur staring at the table, Goethe picked up the bowl, "Would you like to eat something while it's hot?"

Arthur nodded and took it, and the next second he gobbled it up, eating the porridge upside down.It seems that he is very hungry, no wonder, yesterday was a lot of tossing.

"Teacher, can I ask you something?"

"Well, let's talk." Goethe put away the bowls and chopsticks and put them aside, motioning for Arthur to continue.

"The legend of the Forbidden Forest, can you tell me in detail?"

Hearing this, Goethe's face suddenly changed. "What are you asking this for?"

"No, I'm just asking casually..." Arthur thought for a while, but he still didn't want to tell what happened to him.Anyway, this is just my guess.It's hard to say whether the monster in the dream is the one I saw.

"...I heard that you went to the Forbidden Forest the night before yesterday?" Seeing Arthur lower his head slightly, he hurriedly asked again: "Then what did you see?"

I saw Arthur shaking his head, his mouth tightly pursed into a line.