It's not the real name.

His name is Qu Mu.

The Wu Jiaqi that Su Ran met and Qu Chao whom he heard were actually his biological parents.

Qu Mu only had deep hatred and twisted revenge for his parents, and there was no love or affection at all.

Even if he is unwilling to use Qu Mu's name, it feels like a shame.

In order to prevent himself from forgetting the hatred in his heart, Qu Mu separated the surname Qu and turned it into reality.

Que, the corpse comes out.

That is the origin of reality.

In fact, I used to live in a beautiful and quiet village like countless children.

In fact, it is not natural to be evil, nor is it born with resentment and anger in your heart.

He was once a child like a flower, with innocence and innocence, and a beautiful vision for the future.

The small village that was once engraved in the painting is the hometown of the painting.

But there is really no beautiful childhood, only deep disgust and unbearable memories.

Because of living in a small village in the mountains, life is hard.

Therefore, when I was young, like other children, my family told me that I must study hard and get into a good school in the future so that I can truly get out of this mountain.

Away from poverty.

This is their only purpose and direction in life, and the rest are all wrong paths.

What is the only way to change one's destiny when thousands of troops cross a single-plank bridge?

All kinds of remarks and beliefs have been deeply engraved in their minds since childhood.

People in the village warn their children in this way.

And, for this only way, they all reached the point of madness.

Children in the village do not need to do anything except study and study. No matter how hard life is, they still have to wear clothes and eat.

As long as you study hard, you can help you with almost anything you want.

This is what many people would say, "It is pitiful to the hearts of parents in the world, and they have worked hard for the future of the next generation."

You can’t even suffer your children.

etc.

However, this approach also creates a distorted phenomenon.

That is, if you find that you do something that has nothing to do with study, the punishment you will be unthinkable.

In the mild case, it means that one is punishing one for not being able to eat, facing the wall and reflecting on one's mistakes.

The most important thing is the addition of sticks, and some children are even nailed to the desk by their biological parents.

It is to prevent children from going out to play.

At that time, there seemed to be a pathological comparison between the people in the entire village.

That is the learning of your own children.

If a child who can recite the text, a child who cannot be a child will be punished by being beaten.

If a child has the best grades, then the backward child may be interrupted.

If a child of a family plays for a while, he will be despised and criticized by the whole village.

If a parent doesn’t care about his children’s studies, it’s like a sinner forever.

etc.

All kinds of pathological phenomena that cannot be understood without reason.

No matter how much you fall behind, even if you are a point or a mistake, it is not allowed.

At that time, in their eyes, the whole world had nothing but learning.

There is no warmth of a family, no care of parents, no childhood of play, and even no friendly friends.

In their own eyes, every other child is an enemy and the culprit who may punish him.

The parents' pathology was soon spread to their children.

In their eyes, no friend said that anything that is weak is a waste.

Bullying, contempt, even insulting and trampling.

Anyone who is stronger than you is the existence that is incompatible with the laws of nature. If you don’t surpass it, and if you don’t see him covered in wounds, you will not be able to hide your secret pleasure in your heart.

It is in such an environment that the entire village has a breathtaking feeling of suffocation.

And at this moment, it was a chance to fall into an ancient tomb.

At that time, the actual output was very small, and I didn’t know what this ancient tomb was, and what valuable things were inside.

The only thing that attracts real is the exquisite murals on the wall.

It is very bright, and it has an indescribable beauty and a stunning color that has never been seen before.

In just a moment, I was really fascinated by the exquisite murals.

He fell in love with such pictures, fell in love with the beauty that is different from the book, and fell in love with the gorgeous colors that he had never seen before.

It is this different color that is different from those boring books that deeply root in the real heart.

At that moment, it seemed like a seed was planted in his heart, and he decided that he would also use his own hands to draw such beauty.

This is the color that should be found in the world, and this is the true diversity of the world.

After that, I was actually in the ancient tomb for two days, completely immersed in the exquisite murals and couldn't extricate myself.

It was at that time that I actually saw a place on the mural.

Up and down grocery store.

Although the murals are exquisite, they are intoxicating.

However, because he was unable to leave the ancient tomb, he was hungry and cold, and he really wanted to find and help his parents.

Just when he was really hungry and fainted in the ancient tomb, he was finally found by his parents.

However, what I got was not the care of my parents, nor was it the care of him to see if he was hurt.

It’s just a scolding and slap from parents.

He blamed him for only knowing how to play, he blamed him for wasting two days here, and he blamed him for how many courses he had missed.

At that moment, my heart was really cold.

He began to not know the person in front of him, and he was even less clear about what the word "parent" actually represents.

After that, I actually returned to normal learning.

However, the exquisite murals and beautiful colors have taken root in the real heart.

It begins to take root and sprout, blossom and bear fruit, and beautiful flowers grow in the real heart, as exquisite as murals.

So, I can't control my desire in my heart after all.

Start drawing quietly in the dark.

From the beginning, I slowly imitated the ready-made pictures, and later, I could actually draw different paintings based on my own imagination.

I really never knew that my painting talent was so great.

However, he dared not tell anyone about such a thing.

Because he knew that once others knew about such a thing, others would not care how realistic and vivid his paintings were.

I don't care whether his talent is high or low.

The hat on his head is to delay study and not do his job properly.
Chapter completed!