Chapter 355 It’s the Starting Point and the End Point

The child thought this was the most comfortable bed he had ever laid on.

It was so comfortable that he couldn't sleep. With his eyes wide open, he didn't want to kick off the quilt even if his body was very hot. He didn't want to let go of this hard-won warmth at all.

This was all given to him by Pangpang.

There was only one thought in the child's mind.

At such a young age, he has a mind beyond his years.

Little Qin Che was already thinking about how to keep Pang Pang.

He didn't want to grin at her or bite her. He wanted to keep her, not let her go, and stay here with him forever.

This is the first person who is willing to give him food and accompany him.

The child was thinking about it, and suddenly he rolled over and got out of bed. His small body was extremely agile. He opened the door and ran out without wearing shoes.

Han Fei's room is not far from the small courtyard. At this moment, Han Fei, who has been busy for a day, has already fallen into a sweet sleep. She even grinds her teeth. A stream of sparkling liquid hangs on her mouth, and her whole body is coiled up. On the bed, a rather large mess.

The child opened the door and walked into the room quietly, looking at Han Fei's sleeping form.

What an ugly sleep.

He thought so.

Then Han Fei suddenly turned over, and the wooden bed creaked, as if it was about to collapse.

The child was startled, and looked tense, ready to jump away at any moment.

But after waiting for a while, I found that Han Fei made no other movements.

He felt relieved, moved closer with his bare feet, and looked down at Han Fei's round face.

The child's dark eyes were quite stubborn.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and the long nails on his little hand were particularly obvious, looking even sharper in the moonlight.

Han Fei originally discovered that the child's nails were too long, but she couldn't find the tools to cut him, so she let it go for a while.

Such nails look a bit ferocious at night, and do not match the innocence and ferocity of a child.

The nails slowly approached Han Fei's fair neck.

Just when they were about to meet, the child stopped.

His face looked hesitant.

He thought that the best way to keep people alive was to kill them.

He has never killed anyone, but he has seen murder. In a remote place, he witnessed his mother squeezing someone to death. He thought it was very simple and he could do it, so he would keep it day and night. I polish my nails every now and then when I have free time, just to be useful when they are needed.

But Xiaozai suddenly felt that he couldn't do it anymore and he couldn't bear it.

When he thought that Pangpang would no longer smile at him, teach him with a straight face, find food for him, or wash his quilt, he suddenly couldn't do anything.

In the end, the child shrank his hand and touched Han Fei's round and fair face. It felt very good.

The child seemed to be under a spell and slowly climbed onto the bed. Suddenly he felt very sleepy. Heat was still radiating from Han Fei's body. He yawned and carefully curled up on Han Fei's body. He rolled himself into a small piece on his side and fell asleep just like that.

When the little boy's breathing stabilized, Han Fei slowly opened her eyes that should have been closed, with a trace of helplessness in them.

She didn't expect that the child still had such dark thoughts hidden in his heart.

Sure enough, how could a child who grew up in such an environment be as innocent and heartless as they seemed on the surface? Perhaps it was deeper than she thought.

But when the child stretched out his paws towards her neck.

Han Fei's heartbeat skipped a beat.

But in the end, little Qin Che still didn't kill her.

Han Fei had to be grateful that maybe in the eyes of children, she still had some merits. This was a good start. As time went by, she would slowly get deeper into things in the future.

Thinking of this, Han Fei also felt sleepy. Seeing that the child's curled up body seemed a little pitiful, she stretched out her big hand and hugged him whole.

Han Fei's maternal nature was filled immediately.

At night, the two figures on the bed, one large and one small, look particularly harmonious and warm.

The next day, when Han Fei woke up, there was no one in the bed, and everything remained the same. If she hadn't been awake last night, she probably wouldn't have known that the little kid had been there.

Han Fei got up, washed up, and went to look for the child. She found the little figure on the rockery. The little kid seemed to particularly like squatting in that position, doing nothing and just watching.

Han Fei laughed dumbly and did not disturb the little boy's daily activities. Instead, he went to the imperial kitchen first and got back a pile of pretty good food, as well as a few stale potatoes that Yangliu had worked so hard to bring. And a baby cabbage.

The smile on Han Fei's face almost broke her ears, and she almost started humming a song while walking on the road.

After returning to the small courtyard, she finished breakfast with the little boy and then picked some nutritious food to send to Xue Guiren. The other party did not refuse her kindness and said a meaningful thank you.

Han Fei didn't care. After finding the little boy, he said earnestly: "Master Che, let's play a game, shall we?"

The child's eyes lit up when he heard the word "game".

Han Fei's smile deepened and she said, "Just play the imitation game."

"What?"

Han Fei casually picked up a branch on the ground and squatted down reluctantly, like a soft hill. The child couldn't help but smile.

Han Fei didn't notice that she was laughed at, but concentrated on writing a word on the ground. It was Qin Che's word "Che", one stroke after another, very neatly.

Han Fei pointed at the word and said: "Look, this is your name, Qin Che's Che. If you can perfectly imitate this word today, then I will promise to give you something more delicious."

The child looked away as if he had no interest.

Han Fei maintained a good attitude and said in a long voice: "So you can't do it, then forget it, I won't play anymore."

After saying that, Han Fei immediately erased the words on the ground.

The child suddenly became anxious.

"I, I can!"

Han Fei clapped her hands, dusted off the dust, and said, "No, I won't. I won't force others to do it. You can play it yourself."

With that said, Han Fei seemed to be leaving.

The child became competitive, picked up the branch dropped by Han Fei, and began to write crookedly on the ground.

Han Fei glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and was shocked.

Children can really write it. Even if the handwriting is incredibly distorted and the strokes are all wrong, they can still tell that it is the character "Che".

This kid is probably a genius.

Han Fei suppressed her shock and said: "It's so ugly, it doesn't look like him at all."

The little boy blushed after being criticized, with a look of reluctance on his face.

Han Fei said calmly: "Does it make sense to write so ugly? Is my handwriting so ugly? It's nothing like what you imitated. Just watch, I'll write it for you again."

This time, the child looked at Han Fei's writing seriously.

Only this time, Han Fei felt a little strange.

Her handwriting was originally imitated by the male god.

But now, the male god is imitating her.

This is like a circle, it is the starting point and the end point.