Chapter 366 Ten Fingers Connected to Hearts

Han Fei, who was far away in another world, had no idea that the entire layout had changed because of her.

She sneezed, rubbed her nose, put all the dirt on her hands on her nose, and said to herself: "Who is missing me?"

At this moment, Han Fei is still diligently cultivating her small vegetable field.

After her careful care, these vegetable seedlings began to sprout, and even the small patch of medicinal field showed signs of growth. This made Han Fei, the farmer, feel particularly good.

In addition, this morning, she personally watched the child being picked up by her father-in-law to go to Shen Academy. According to her understanding of the child these days, the so-called test should be out of the question, and she was already enjoying it. Looking forward to how the child will be a blockbuster.

With this thought in mind, Han Fei worked harder. From a distance, it looked like a body squatting there and moving slowly.

Even Cailing, who was passing by, couldn't help but walk in and take a look. When she saw the small vegetable field, she couldn't help being surprised and said, "When did you create this vegetable field?"

Han Fei turned around and saw Cai Ling. She showed her big white teeth and said, "There is no other way to avoid starvation."

Cai Ling glanced at the vegetable field and said, "Can you survive growing this?"

Han Fei sighed and said, "I have to try it."

Cai Ling nodded and said, "Then I'll go back first. By the way, the Third Prince went to Shen Xuetang and won't be back at noon. You don't have to wait any longer."

Han Fei was stunned when he heard this and said, "You won't be back at noon?"

Cai Ling nodded and said, "So you don't have to prepare at noon."

After saying this, Cai Ling left first.

Han Fei was a little lonely when she was left alone. She also thought that if the child came back at noon, she would ask him what kind of place Shen Xuetang was. Did she enjoy her first day at school? Are you happy meeting new friends? Will someone still bully him?

Han Fei didn't notice at all that her focus had become more and more remote, and she even raised little Qin Che as her son.

Han Fei spent the whole day in a half-expected and half-lonely mood. In the evening, Han Fei stood at the door of the small courtyard, looking up, and walking around from time to time. It was very similar. A worried old mother.

Finally, when the little figure came over, Han Fei's eyes suddenly lit up and she ran over immediately.

But before Han Fei could say anything, she saw the child's abnormal walking posture. Her heart skipped a beat, and the image of the male god's legs in the future immediately appeared in her mind.

The frightened Han Fei held down the child's shoulders and asked anxiously: "What's wrong? What's wrong with your legs? Show me quickly!"

The child dodged for a moment and said very normally: "Pangpang, you scratched me."

Only then did Han Fei realize how hard she was holding the child because of her nervousness. She quickly let go of her hand and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm too worried. Does it hurt? Why are you limping when you walk? Where is it? Are you injured?"

The child dodged Han Fei's move to lift his trouser legs, and said with a smile: "Pangpang, I just accidentally fell down, that's why I'm like this. Are you worried about me, Pangpang? It doesn't hurt."

Han Fei didn't see anything unusual in his expression. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is it really just a fall?"

The child nodded and said, "Master praised me today, Fatty, am I very powerful?"

Han Fei smiled so hard that her eyes were crooked. She reached out and touched the child's head and said, "Of course, our Master Che is the best. What else did Master say today?"

The child thought for a while and said, "Master said that I am very talented and can be made."

Han Fei was elated. Her child was praised for her physical and mental comfort, and she said, "Then are there still people bullying you?"

The child thought for a while and wanted to say no, but subconsciously felt that Pangpang would not believe it, so he changed his words and said: "Yes, but I have been with the master all the time, and they didn't dare. "

Han Fei was surprised, and felt more and more that the child was too smart. Isn't this a typical good child in front of the teacher? But this could be regarded as a way to avoid being bullied, and she had no doubt about it.

"Pangpang, I'm going to my mother's place. Master said I wanted to say hello."

Han Fei immediately said: "Go quickly, this master is right, your mother may still be waiting for you."

The child nodded and said, "Then Fatty, I'm leaving."

"Go ahead."

Han Fei looked at the child with a smile and stood there for a while before turning back and continuing to do her own thing.

The child saw from the corner of his eye that after Han Fei finally returned, he could no longer hold on and fell to his knees on the ground. His whole face was pale and cold sweat appeared.

Drops of blood fell on the ground.

The child's originally childish expression turned ferocious in an instant, and his dark eyes flashed with a gloominess that was inappropriate for his age.

The hand covered by the sleeve slowly raised up, as if it had touched something extremely painful, and the child's body was twitching.

Then, the pair of hands wrapped in white cloth were exposed, but the white cloth had been soaked in blood, and blood was dripping drop by drop.

The child tried his best to move away and hid behind the tree trunk to avoid being seen by Pangpang.

His eyes were wet with pain. He was still a child. No matter how hard he endured, there was still a bottom line.

The bloody hands opened the white cloth strips little by little, revealing the skin underneath. The nails on the hands were all in pieces.

The sharp fingertips that were once regarded as life weapons by children were gone. Some even had their flesh pulled out, while others were smoothed away. The fingers were connected to the heart, which made him cry in pain. Fall down.

The child wanted to cry, tell Pangpang, and be comforted by Pangpang, but he couldn't.

The kid vaguely knew that he couldn't be seen by Pangpang, so he lied. He was not good at all in Shen Xuetang.

The Master didn't notice him at all, there wasn't even a so-called assessment, and all the words he prepared had no effect.

Those people didn't care about him at all.

In this world, no one except Fatty would care about him.

The child's tears became more violent. He remembered that in Shen Xuetang, when the master left, those people swarmed him, pressed him to the ground, kicked and beat him.

The child would fight back, and he successfully scratched several people's faces with his nails, but just because of this, those people called the guards, held him down, and pulled out all his nails one by one.

He screamed in heartbreaking pain, he even cried and begged, but those people didn't stop.

No one stopped.

They were all smiling, laughing indulgently.