Fuchen held the person down, punching him mercilessly with his small fists, staring intently at him with a ferocious intensity like a lone wolf.
"Ah——" An An curled up subconsciously, holding her head to protect herself, and cried bitterly.
"Fuchen!" Xue's father was shocked and pulled Fuchen away. Fuchen struggled in his hand with great strength. Xue's father almost let her break away again and hit An'an again, but he increased the strength of his hand before trapping her.
"Ah——" An An hugged herself and cried bitterly, still on the ground and did not dare to get up.
Father Xue looked distressed, struggling to control Fuchen, and yelled at Axi, "Why don't you care?"
A Xi watched calmly, unmoved. When he saw Xue Jiahui clinging to Fu Chen until it hurt, he let go.
An invisible force knocked Xue Jiahui down. Xue Jiahui was pushed backwards and fell to the ground. He looked at Axi in confusion. His first reaction was: This is outside? Why not hide it?
The surprise in his eyes was clear, he was not afraid or panicked. Axi hugged Fuchen who rushed towards him and looked at Xue Jiahui calmly.
The big one and the small one are very similar, both are soft buns.
Xue Jiahui always said that An An is like his mother. But no matter who looks at it, An An has the same soft-tempered temperament as him.
Ah Xi watched quietly, Xue Jiahui thought he was going to say something, but he didn't want to, so he turned around and left when he saw the person. He regarded the father and son as nothing.
Damn it?
Xue Jiahui got angry, so he got up and pulled An An up. When he saw An An, she was crying out of breath, her big eyes turned into small ones, and tears flowed down her face, like a little rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.
The fire in my heart was gone again.
Sighing and wiping away An An's tears, "Okay, don't cry." Holding the person in his arms, "little rabbit" An An still dropped the golden beans silently, "Tell daddy what's going on."
An An choked up and told the story.
I understood what was going on. Somehow everyone knew Axi's identity and touched Fuchen's nerves.
Fuchen fought for a whole day and finally beat An An as well.
Xue Jiahui looked at his silly son and didn't know how to comfort him. This was an unreasonable disaster and he was angered.
Fuchen is probably the only one who can pacify Fuchen now.
In room 404, Fuchen sat quietly, taking off his clothes, revealing his bruised and purple skin.
Sitting on the small bench, Fuchen had an expressionless face and lowered his head in silence.
Axi applied the medicine lightly and did not speak from the beginning to the end.
One was applying medicine, the other was enduring the pain, and everyone, big and small, remained silent.
Axi looked at the familiar injury and knew that with Fuchen's fighting ability, he could only fight in groups. And more than a dozen.
This kind of group fight will never win. If you are lucky enough to win once, it will not be defeated by the bricks being knocked from behind.
No matter if you actively resist the blow or if you shrink back and don't fight back, it's still a half-measure of pain.
Axi applied the medicine and rubbed the bruises.
Fuchen bit his lip, occasionally "humming" twice, holding back the tears in his eyes.
Axi patted her back gently, comforting her silently.
"Ah ah ah -" The crying irritated his eyes, and tears surged. Fuchen couldn't bear it any longer, so he raised his head and cried loudly.
Axi held her in his arms, patted her back gently with one hand, and continued to rub the bruises on his hand with the other.
Pain and grievance become the driving force of the storm.
"Ahem." Fuchen coughed and cried very happily.
After the storm passed, the grievances in my heart shrank into seeds.
Fuchen rubbed his red eyes and stopped crying, leaving only a few occasional tears.
The medicine is almost ready after kneading.
Axi put the medicine, picked him up and looked at him, sat on the sofa, and asked softly, "Do you want to say something?"
He probably guessed what happened.
He also knew that the Xue family and his son already knew his identity.
Xue Jiahui's reaction was normal, and he was not a fool. He knew that careful people would find out sooner or later.
He only cares about Fuchen's feelings.
Fuchen was held in his arms, his head lowered, still silent.
She was stubborn and didn't want to talk about it, and Axi didn't force her. He stroked her hair tenderly, with a little sadness in his eyes.
He can kill everyone, but Fuchen will always remain a human being.
Rumors are still there, isolation and exclusion are still there.
She always wants to live in the human world.
"Dad, can I be a ghost?" Fuchen put her head against his chest, and her clear voice conveyed cruelty and pain.
"No." Axi hugged her gently, pressed his face against her back, and said softly, "Dad can't accept it."
Fuchen remained silent, locked in Axi's arms.
"You can only hold on and get through it with strength," Axi said.
Fuchen remained silent, buried in Axi's arms and unwilling to see anyone.
Shanhe Villa.
An An cried and followed her father home.
Father Xue coaxed her a lot and told An An, "It's not that my sister doesn't like you. She just has a bad temper. It will get better after a while."
An An stopped crying and had dinner quietly.
After dinner, Xue's father washed the dishes and tidied the house. An An picked up her small schoolbag, packed her treasures, walked to her father, and pulled her clothes.
Father Xue lowered his head.
An An raised her head and said, "Sister."
His eyes were clear, and he completely forgot about crying just now.
Father Xue: ...If you go there now, you will definitely be beaten.
The little girl has a bad temper.
Father Xue knelt down and said to An An, "An An, you know that my sister is in a bad mood right now. If you go there, you will still be beaten."
The scar is healed and the pain is forgotten, and it cannot be done so quickly.
An An stared straight at it, unable to understand.
Father Xue thought for a while and then said directly, "You know your sister Fuchen's father is a ghost, right?"
An An nodded.
"You like Sister Fuchen."
An An still nodded.
Dad Xue's tone slowed down and he explained bit by bit, "Your sister Fuchen likes his father very much, just like you like me."
"If you want to play with your sister An An, you must accept that her father is a ghost. You cannot say that he is wrong."
An An opened her eyes and nodded slowly.
"We are not wrong either."
"It's just that your sister Fuchen is unhappy now. She misunderstood you."
An An's eyes were open, motionless and confused.
"She doesn't understand you."
"If you want to get closer, you can only say sorry."
An An stared at Xue's father blankly, even more confused.
Why.
Dad Xue also has a headache. How to explain: You are right, but you need to apologize.
Also, your sister Fuchen is now a Tyrannosaurus rex, and you will still be beaten if you go.
An An looked at her father quietly and opened her mouth, "Dad. I want to find my sister."
Father Xue felt distressed when facing his cute son, "Let's go find your sister in two days."
The wound on your face is not healed yet. If you add more, it will be nothing more than a rabbit.
An An lowered her head, tears falling again.
"Hey, hey," Xue's father stopped him, "Let's go over there."
An An was more afraid that his sister wouldn't like him than being beaten.
Xue's father knew that An'an liked Fuchen very much and liked to be played with. But Fuchen... For a moment, Xue's father thought of Axi's cold face.
It seems like I should go now.
If I don't go now, I'm afraid that just when the two families get along a little bit, they will be completely separated.
Fuchen's narrow-mindedness is obviously something he learned from Axi.
Father Xue opened his eyes: Ah, I don’t want to go...
