"Run away! An'an, just run away! You have betrayed my sincerity today, and you will definitely regret it in the future! I will definitely make you regret it!" Feng Qianyu shouted at the empty sky, so angry and desperate.
Feng Qianyu's heart here is like a cold wind passing through, and Han Xichen over there is like a thousand hammers from purgatory.
Han Xichen stopped while chasing Lu Ling. It rained again. The gloomy weather once again reminded him of the unbearable scenes in his childhood. It was precisely because of those past events that the relationship between him and Feng Qianyu was resolved.
He has endless hatred. He doesn't know who to hate, so he hates everyone in the Feng family.
Memories, more than ten years ago————
The little Han Xichen raised her head and looked at the dark clouds in the sky outside the window, feeling uneasy in her heart.
"Young Master, Mr. Han is back." The maid stood at the door and politely announced.
Looking back, Xiaohan Xichen's immature face suddenly showed an expression of excitement, and she said eagerly: "Quick, help me see what the clothes I'm wearing are like?"
The maid raised her eyes and looked up and down, then smiled and said, "It's perfect, young master."
This outfit is his favorite. The dark blue plaid shirt and small bow tie make him as cute as a little gentleman. He couldn't wait to put on this outfit a few hours ago.
.However, the little Han Xichen still looked in the mirror for a long time worriedly before nodding with satisfaction, and then carefully picked up the blue paper box on the coffee table, with a large colored paper folded gift on it.
"Where is my father?" he asked the tall maid, raising his little head.
"Mr. Han should go change clothes now." The maid replied respectfully.
So Xiaohan Xichen held the box in his arms and ran up the stairs happily. Today is his father's birthday. It took him a week to make the clay sculpture by himself, which he wanted to give to his father as a birthday gift.
!
When he ran upstairs and opened the door of the master bedroom, he quickly called out before he could take a breath: "Dad! Dad, where are you? I have a gift for you! I remember today is your birthday.
!”
Huh? Not there. Han Xichen's big obsidian eyes turned and shone again! His flexible little body turned and ran to the room with a closed wooden door at the end of the third floor!
Just as he was about to push the door open, the roar coming from inside completely froze his little hand that was already on the doorknob...
"You damn woman! How many times do I have to say it before you understand? Do you not understand human speech, or do you just want to annoy me on purpose?"
Xiaohan Xichen could tell that the angry voice was his father. He timidly retracted his little hand, holding the box and leaning against the door, the smile on his young face gradually disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, more unbearable curses reached Han Xichen's ears, making his little body start to tremble slightly——
"Do you think it's okay not to say anything? Huh? Do you think I don't know that you are still thinking about that man in your heart? Do you think I don't know?" This was Han's father's angry voice!
"Speak! You bitch, speak to me!" This was still Father Han's distorted and crazy voice!
A series of crackling sounds, the sound of things falling to the ground and falling apart, mixed with the sound of belts being slapped on flesh came out...
The little Han Xichen was only five or six years old at the time. He knelt down, hugged himself tightly with his hands, his delicate thick eyebrows were knitted, and there was a layer of mist in his eyes. He had seen such scenes of parents quarreling and fighting before.
There were too many, but he was so weak that he couldn't stop anything at all.
Why don't his parents even look at him even though he is already very well-behaved and gets first place in every exam? Why don't his parents even look at him? They don't love him, right? They all just like to quarrel, right?
There was another beating and scolding! Han Xichen suddenly stood up, mustered up the courage to push open the door, and saw that the room was in a mess, with things scattered all over the floor.
"Dad, please stop!" Although his voice was small at that time, it was very firm.
Father Han's right hand holding the belt stopped in mid-air. He glared at his son at the door with his thick black eyebrows, suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Xichen, you go out first!"
The little Han Xichen swallowed, and instead of exiting, he stepped further into the house. When he saw the disheveled woman on the ground who had been beaten to a bloody pulp, he felt a heartbreaking pain in his young heart.
"Dad, please stop hitting mom." He said weakly, his voice was so pale and feeble.
But Han's father seemed not to have heard anything. He snorted disdainfully, looked down at the woman on the ground again, raised his hand and threw away the belt in his hand, and shouted at his son: "Did you hear that?! Little brat
What do you care about adults?! You have no business here, get out of here!"
"What did Mom do wrong that you have to treat her like this? Dad... why do you hit mom so often? Why don't you love me and mom? Why... no matter how hard I try, you won't hug me, no
It would be good if you are willing to be nice to your mother, even just a little bit..." The little Han Xichen endured her trembling body and came to her mother. She put the birthday box she had prepared in her hand on the floor beside her and helped her weak body up.
His mother, his cold hands pushed away the long black hair that was blocking his mother's face. Then, he took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the undried red blood on his mother's face.
Why don't you love him and his mother? Ha, good question!
Xiaohan Xichen's words seemed to trigger a switch, causing Han's father to suddenly fly into a rage. He kicked his son away in anger and grabbed the woman's hair with his big hands, like a crazy beast holding a puppet.
No mercy!
"You brat, you want to ask your mother what you did wrong?" The cold smile on Father Han's handsome face instantly became very distorted. He continued to laugh and said to his wife, "Haha, your son asked you
What did I do wrong? Woman! What do you want me to tell him? Well?! Oh, do I want to tell him? Do you want me to tell my son what kind of woman his mother is? What kind of woman!"
The woman who had been tortured into a human shape finally tugged at the corners of her chapped mouth. Her breathy voice made people think that she would close her eyes and die in the next moment. She closed her eyes gently and said weakly: "It's up to you. You
Whatever you want to say...it's up to you."
"Don't you care at all?! Damn woman! You don't care at all even now! Can you bear to let your lovely son know that his mother is actually just a whore who can do anything but a husband?
?!"
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