Without disturbing Li Yinhang on the bed, the two of them got into bed again, wrapped in the cold air.

Nan Zhou's body slowly recovered with Jiang Fang's help.

However, he was not in a good mood.

He was thinking about Xie Xiangyu's words.

He didn't think about this problem very seriously.

Xie Xiangyu made him have to think about it.

What if...Brother Fang and Yinhang know his identity?

Will they care?

Nan Zhou turned over.

He doesn't like to hide.

Before, he felt there was no need to say it.

Now, he cares a little bit.

But regarding himself, Nanzhou didn't know how to speak or what to say.

In the darkness, Jiang Fang had been watching Nan Zhou's back.

Nan Zhou was obviously unhappy.

Jiang Fang can probably guess the reason.

After a long and gentle gaze, Jiang Fang took a few deep breaths silently, and after doing enough mental preparation, he raised his hand.

He loosened the clasp of his choker.

The choker slid down his streamlined shoulders and neck onto the pillow, and the silver chain made a faint sound, attracting Nan Zhou's attention.

Nan Zhou turned slightly sideways: "Aren't you asleep yet?"

Jiang Fang laughed softly.

Nanzhou: "Ah. Me too."

Jiang Fang came closer, and his warm breath brushed the side of his neck.

He smiled and said, "If you can't sleep, let me tell you a bedtime story."

Nanzhou turned over: "Well, you..."

He suddenly realized that Jiang Fang's choker was no longer in its original position.

The faint moonlight outside the window shone across Jiang Fang's body, making the graceful lines and white luster of his neck particularly vivid.

It's perfect.

But on top of that perfection, there were a few dark hazes.

Jiang Fang didn't seem to understand the doubt in Nan Zhou's eyes, and started his story:

"Do you know why my name is Jiang Fang?"

Nan Zhou curiously wanted to touch her, but Jiang Fang stopped him halfway.

"...Jiang is my mother's surname. My father's name is Cruz Montoroka."

As he spoke, Jiang Fang took his wrist and guided him to place his index finger on the haze on his neck.

Jiang Fang's closed eyes were trembling slightly, and the fist of his other hand was clenched so hot.

He resisted the shame in his heart and the strong urge to cover up his imperfections, and fully showed the side of his neck to him. Nan Zhou curiously rubbed the tattoo on the side of his neck with his fingertips.

Jiang Fang tried to calm down his mood and said warmly: "His initials are like this."

——k&m.

Nanzhou used his fingertips to feel the tattoo and the reddish scar hidden under the tattoo.

The skin under the fingertips was warm and soft, but only that part of the skin felt tight and astringent to the touch because of the scar.

Jiang Fang said softly: "He died many years ago."

Nan Zhou pressed his tattoo and rubbed it gently, trying to relieve him of the strange tightness: "You carved his name here because you love him very much?"

Jiang Fang: "Yes, I love him very much."

"...But the little love I have cannot compare to my mother's."

…

Jiang Fang's childhood was very happy.

He had long forgotten his father's profession, because in his limited memory, his father was so omnipotent.

The family lives next to a small church in Kiev Oblast.

My father has no particular religious beliefs.

His only belief is his family.

His father took him to the World Stamp Exhibition and taught him to use simple Belgian to ask the guide about the history of the old stamp he was interested in.

His father would pick up Jiang Fang from elementary school after get off work. After sharing a piece of Kiev meat pie on the street, the father and son would go home without telling their mother.

My father loved ice hockey, and when his mother refused to buy him tickets, he would hold his mother's arm like a child and act coquettishly.

In his impression, his father was a rich, lively and energetic Ukrainian youth.

Gentle, cheerful, and always likes to laugh.

In contrast, Jiang Fang's childhood impression of his mother was very simple.

He only remembered that she was beautiful.

It's the kind of beauty that everyone praises.

Also, she loves her father very much.

When Jiang Fang was a child, he thought this was a great thing.

One Valentine's Day morning, my mother got angry because she had not heard my father's "Happy Valentine's Day" for a long time, so she deliberately made the dishes loud.

Mr. Cruz, who originally wanted to leave his confession to the evening, proposed a date, but was rejected by his angry mother.

When Mr. Cruz walked out of the kitchen, his youngest son had just finished his cereal.

He raised his head and asked in Ukrainian like a little adult: "Is our angel angry?"

Mr. Kloots: "It seems so."

The younger son said: "100 hryvnia. I will help you get the angel back."

Mr. Kloots laughed: "Oh, what did I hear? This is a better deal."

Little Mr. Lodoka, Jiang Fang, who was only eight years old, patted his waist, turned back to the room, quickly changed into a small suit, took a rose, and walked into the kitchen.

"Young beauty," he said loudly, "please buy the flower in my hand."

Ms. Jiang turned around and saw her son dressed like this, and couldn't help but smile: "Little sir, please tell me, why did I buy this flower?"

Jiang Fang said seriously: "I can get the money and give it to the gentleman behind me, so that he can take you out on a date."

His mother smiled and patted his head, then looked up at Mr. Kreutz, who was standing behind him with a smile on his face, and a touching blush appeared on his cheeks.

Jiang Fang had seen the best love in the world in her eyes.

Therefore, since he was very young, he had imagined how he would treat his lover and cherish him if he had a lover in the future.

This kind of pronoun for a lover was also taught to him by his father.

His father told him that love with any gender is a gift from the God of Love.

When it comes to gifts, be brave to show them and praise them bravely.

Jiang Fang's longing for this gift ended when he was twelve years old.

It was supposed to be a pleasant summer vacation parent-child mountaineering activity.

A sudden storm destroyed it.

Mr. Kreutz, who noticed the change in the sky, noticed the abnormality in advance when he was about to reach the top of the mountain.

The experienced former president of a mountaineering club hurriedly took his son down the mountain via the most convenient hiking trail that he was familiar with.

He was worried that the rain was heavy and they would not be able to return home tonight. His wife, who had never spent a night alone at home after getting married, would be worried.

But Mr. Cruz's weather predictions were seriously wrong.

Halfway through, I still couldn't escape the pouring rain.

While he encouraged Xiao Jiangfang, who was feeling depressed because of his failure to climb to the top, he used most of his rain gear to shield him from the wind and rain, and went all the way down the wet mountain road.

Perhaps because he cared too much about his son, Mr. Krutz, who was walking on the side of the mountain, stepped on a puddle of wet mud and the sole of his foot slipped.

He hurriedly stretched out his foot and stepped on a piece of land on the edge of the cliff.

However, after heavy rain erosion and years of wind erosion, this land has long been extremely soft.

His body fell uncontrollably toward the bottom of the cliff!

Xiao Jiangfang felt empty-headed and subconsciously grabbed his father's arm.

But he overestimated his own power.

Father and son fell into a deep valley together.

Jiang Fang's body was small, and the vines on the cliff saved his life.

But the clumps of vines could not save his father's rapidly falling body.

Jiang Fang was hung about ten meters away from the top of the cliff, and his entire body was suspended in the air above a hundred-foot-high cliff.

His cheeks were bruised with blood, and his arms and legs had varying degrees of contusions. He was in so much pain that he couldn't move at all.

He didn't dare to move either.

Even if he moved just a little, the vines rooted in the rock would bring down a large amount of soil and pour it on his hair.

The rescue team arrived three days after the mother reported her disappearance.

Jiang Fang barely survived the 72 hours by eating plant roots, drinking turbid rainwater, and singing to himself.

The father's torn body was found from the bottom of the cliff a week later.

My mother almost fainted from crying.

She refused to fulfill any formalities and refused to admit that the lifeless body in front of her was her husband.

Finally, she screamed and was taken away for a shot of Valium.

Jiang Fang's tears almost dried up on the edge of the cliff.

So now he just stood there blankly, signing the corpse confirmation form with trembling bandaged hands.

But in the middle of the night, Jiang Fang was awakened by strong uneasiness, went to the bathroom, and saw her mother hanging in the air, Jiang Fang still cried.

He rushed up and hugged his mother's feet, using all his strength to lift her up.

Jiang Fang exhausted all his strength.

Because he still remembers that just because he failed to hold his father back, he lost his father.

My mother was tied in a tight knot.

Fortunately, Jiang Fang's rescue was successful this time.

The mother was lying on the ground in a daze, breathing very softly, as if she was trying to suffocate herself to death.

Jiang Fang did not dare to cry too loudly, but knelt in front of her mother, covering the piercing scratches on her throat, twitching her shoulders, and letting her tears fall on the floor drop by drop.

"Don't abandon me." He sobbed softly, "Mom, don't abandon me."

My mother's eyes were empty as she murmured my father's name.

Ms. Jiang, who lost her loved one, was separated from her soul.

She was soon fired from the supermarket where she worked because of long-term and unreasonable absences from work.

The family lost its only source of income.

During his lifetime, my father was a firm believer in living a free and unrestrained life. He did not purchase any insurance and only had a bankbook on hand.

——Jiang Fang’s university funds.

These days, medical expenses and rescue funds for hiring search and rescue teams quickly squandered the funds for the future.

After calculation, Jiang Fang discovered that his tuition fees were gone.

Moreover, if there is no income, they will not be able to survive the Ukrainian winter.

I can't go to school anymore.

So, at the age of 12, Jiang Fang decided to drop out of school, forged an identity document, and started his working career.

Jiang Fang thought that he would spend this most difficult time with his mother.

I will definitely have the opportunity to go to school in the future.

But Jiang Fang could not have imagined that his mother's love was neither passionate nor eternal.

It is overflow, excess, and endless burning.

Soon, she became obsessed with anything that could numb herself.

Tobacco, alcohol, illegal drugs.

Jiang Fang became aware of his mother's depravity when he discovered that the money he took home was never deposited into his bankbook.

At first, he tried to persuade his mother seriously.

At first, my mother also listened to the advice.

She cried bitterly, apologized to Jiang Fang, and kept telling her love for her father, saying that this love would drive her crazy, and that she still did not believe that her father had left.

Jiang Fang stayed by her side and shed tears with her.

As a result, this cycle does not end.

My mother continues to indulge in alcoholism.

A bad life - a painful confession - pouring out her endless love - continuing to indulge.

In the protracted reincarnation, Jiang Fang gradually became unable to shed tears.

He learned to hide money.

But my mother also learned to steal.

He learned to hide money outside and not take it home.

Her mother learned to pay on credit, so debt collectors came to her door, forcing Jiang Fang to take out his wallet.

Their days were like tormenting each other, but they couldn't let go.

Jiang Fang was reluctant to let go of the warmth of his childhood.

How could he ignore his mother when she became like this?

One day.

Because of his face and smile, Jiang Fang got a huge tip and happily took it home. However, as soon as he entered the door, he kicked down a half-empty wine bottle.

There was a mountain of dishes and vomit in the sink.

My mother was leaning on the edge of the sofa, half awake and confused.

Jiang Fang endured it, rolled up his sleeves, and walked to the sink.

However, smelling the strong smell of alcohol filling the room, Jiang Fang finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He turned the faucet to the maximum and said to his mother: "Mom, forget Dad."

"I don't want you to be harmed by alcohol... In this world, you not only have your father, but also me."

"please."

There was no response from behind.

Jiang Fang lowered his head and continued washing the dishes, wanting to give his mother enough time to think.

However, when he finished washing the dishes, wiped off the water droplets on his hands, and looked back, he was shocked to find——

His mother stood behind him coldly, holding a fruit knife that still contained the juice from overnight apples.

Mother is a beauty.

A beauty is still a beauty even if her hair is disheveled.

However, to Jiang Fang, his mother looked like a female ghost that day.

Her piercing scream and the cold sharp edge against his neck successfully created countless nightmares for Jiang Fang in the years to come.

"It was obviously you who killed him, why do you want me to forget him?!"

"Have you forgotten about him?!"

"Remember it! Remember it!"

She pressed her son's head on the chopping board and used a fruit knife to carve her father's initials on the side of his neck.

If only she had been a little more biased or a little more ruthless, Jiang Fang might not have to see her like this again.

Jiang Fang lay quietly on the chopping board, waiting for his fate.

...Unfortunately, it doesn’t.

She dropped the fruit knife stained with fresh blood and ran back and forth in the room nervously, pacing.

Jiang Fang slowly got up, sat on the cold hard floor, pulled out the kitchen paper, and wiped the blood-stained collarbone clean bit by bit.

He thought, after all, it was of no use.

About ten minutes later, his mother came over with a cigarette in her mouth and took him out of the house for the first time.

In a shady corner of a nearby block, I found a Chinese tattoo shop without a business license.

She pushed Jiang Fang in, who was still bleeding.

The guest's gloomy and pretty face, and the embarrassed child she pushed in front of her, startled the tattoo artist who was smoking.

My mother's hand holding the cigarette was shaking badly.

Her pair of bright red lips exhaled snow-white smoke, covering her eyes with a layer of lingering mist.

It seemed that she could block her sight in this way, and could not see the blood dripping on Jiang Fang's neck in front of her.

"He misses his father so much."

"Let's make this name a tattoo for him."

Because there is no license, there are not so many taboos here.

Seeing that Jiang Fang didn't protest, the tattoo artist didn't ask much.

"There are a lot of nerves in the neck," he hinted, "and it will hurt a lot."

Seeing no reaction from the guests or children, he had to start preparing the tools silently.

Jiang Fang was lying on the sterilized bed, showing no reaction to the sharp blade that inserted the needle into his neck, as if he had a very dull feeling.

The tattoo artist praised him softly: "Brave boy."

Jiang Fang blinked his long eyelashes, and his whole person looked a little dull, like a beautiful doll: "Thank you."

That day happened to be Jiang Fang's 14th birthday.

A few days later, while his neck was still bandaged, he was spotted by the second boss of an underground casino.

After two weeks of special training, Jiang Fang stroked a pink heart-shaped tear from the corner of his eye and looked at himself in the mirror.

The bunny girl was very satisfied with her work: "How is it, does it look good?"

Jiang Fang turned around with a smile. The smile in his eyes was so sincere that it was a bit hypocritical: "It's beautiful. Thank you, sister."

After giving up the plan of using his spirit to redeem his mother, Jiang Fang thought that he should at least give her the best life.
Chapter completed!