[Rebirth] The little mute of the prince's family

In the dream, the young him was locked in a small and cramped room, lying on the ground in ragged clothes.

There was nothing in the room except dust and a broken bowl, and that broken bowl was the only utensil he had to survive.

Suddenly the lock on the door was opened.

A woman with disheveled hair and a haggard face came in and poured half a bowl of mush into his broken bowl.

The little child lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her. Every time he looked up at her before, she would punch him.

Over time, the child is used to lowering his head and curling up every day.

The half bowl of paste is his daily food, the child eats very slowly, he can't finish it in one sitting, otherwise he will be hungry at night.

For three days in a row, the woman didn't come again. In the past, she would come once a day.

The skinny child was lying on the ground and hadn't eaten for many days. He didn't even have the strength to move.

He might be starving to death.

He stared blankly at the locked door, tears streaming down his eyes silently.

He used to dare not cry in front of a woman, but every time he couldn't help crying, the woman would scold him and beat him severely.

"Village Chief, that crazy woman who committed suicide by jumping into the river lives here!"

"I heard that the woman had a baby in her arms when she came here seven years ago."

"It's unlucky for the child to follow her!"

Hearing the human voice, the child crawled to the door with all his hands and feet, and patted on the door with the last bit of strength.

The lock on the door vibrated a few times as he slapped it, making an intermittent knocking sound.

This voice happened to be heard by the village head and villagers outside who were discussing how to arrange for the woman's funeral.

The mayor saw the locked door and called for an ax for chopping wood.

As soon as the ax was raised and lowered, the dilapidated door lock broke away from the wooden door.

Opening the wooden door, I found a thin and small child lying on his stomach beside the door, his whole body was dirty, his exposed arms were covered with bruises and bruises.

"How could that crazy woman not let go of such a small child?"

"I said earlier that the woman has mental problems."

The villagers chattered about the woman.

"Since everyone is dead, stop talking about right and wrong. Find a piece of land and bury that woman."

The village chief bent over and squatted down, picked up the child on the ground, and walked out of the dilapidated yard.

Since then, Yunle has had a grandfather, who treats Yunle very well, and named him "Yunle", hoping that he will be content with Changle.

Grandpa only knew that Yun Le was about seven or eight years old, but he didn't know his birthday, so he regarded the day he brought him home as his eighth birthday.

Grandpa is the village head of Lijiagou. He is a bit knowledgeable. He teaches Yunle how to read and write, and carves wood carvings in his free time.

At the age of ten, Yunle was able to write elegant calligraphy like flowing clouds and flowing water. At the age of 12, she began to follow

Learn basic woodworking and woodcarving with my grandfather.

However, he has never said a word, and everyone thinks he is dumb.

Later, the grandfather had his own grandson, and he would hold his grandson and teach him to call "grandpa" every day.

Yunle felt disappointed, afraid that his grandfather would not want him in the future, so he imitated his grandfather's mouth shape every day, and finally learned to call "grandpa".

"grandfather."

When Yun Le yelled "Grandpa", the old man burst into tears, and the grandson he taught so carefully finally learned to speak.

Seeing grandpa cry, Yunle's eyes also turned red.

Tears rolled down the corners of the eyes, the corners of the eyes were red, and the pitiful look aroused the second prince's interest in this person.