At that time, Han Xichen, who was only six years old, looked through her mother's diary very slowly. Her young heart was extremely heavy. The more she looked down, the more filled with hatred she became!
He remembered the name his mother had said before she died: Feng Wenbo——Feng Qianyu’s father! A ruthless and unjust man! He played with and deceived his mother’s feelings, took away the family property that originally belonged to his mother, and finally killed his mother.
The evil man who ruthlessly sold it to his biological father!
After an unknown amount of time, the little Han Xichen closed the diary in her hand. At this time, the door was gently pushed open, and a man walked in with a smile on his face.
"Who are you?" There was a change in the family, and Xiaohan Xichen was already walking on thin ice at that time, guarding against anyone approaching him, so he asked coldly.
"Have you finished reading the diary?" The man did not answer his question directly, but just looked down at him.
Han Xichen nodded, his face still expressionless.
"If you want revenge, I can help you." A harmless smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, which was very enigmatic. Yes, this man was the first old gang leader of the Xuanwu Sect who is now dead.
At that time, Han Xichen raised his head and looked the old gang leader in the eyes for the first time.
The old gang leader said nothing, and met his scrutinizing gaze with a sophisticated and deep smile.
"You are willing to help me take revenge, but what do you want? I have nothing." The little Han Xichen asked in the same cold tone as before.
The old gang leader raised his eyebrows, his smile spread to his eyes, and replied: "I don't want trash, and I won't help trash. I will test you. If you can pass my test, then I will take you in, train you, and help you get revenge.
In this way, I naturally don’t want anything, I just want you and your strength. Brat, can you understand what I say?”
"Deal." At that time, Han Xichen had already acted like a young adult and had become precocious, with no way out.
So, the old helper lovingly ruffled his short black hair that day and said: "Okay, you come with me."
Han Xichen picked up the diary, glanced at the blue birthday box, clenched her little hands into fists, then unclenched them, then turned around to follow the pace of the old gang leader.
"By the way, what's your name?" the old gang leader asked him without looking back as he walked in front.
After a while, I heard three words coldly uttered from the little Han Xichen's mouth: "Han Xichen."
In short, the once glorious Han family disappeared.
No one knows the whereabouts of Han's six-year-old son. Some say that on that thunderstorm night, Han Xichen's mother killed her husband who had been abusing her for many years and her own son before committing suicide. Others say that the child suffered the consequences himself.
He would have committed suicide without such stimulation. In fact, what people care more about is whose pocket the Han family's vast wealth fell into. The rumors have evolved into various versions. As time goes by, people no longer mention the Han family's horror.
People's murder cases no longer discuss the entangled love and hatred between Han's father and Han's mother. All the glory and everything fades away with the wind.
From that moment on, Han Xichen began to undergo cruel life-and-death training.
At the age of six, he was forced to wander the streets and endure the torture of hunger.
At the age of six, he was forced to fight with people sent by his old gang leader.
At the age of six, he learned to be ferocious and cruel, and his body was beaten with scars.
At the age of six, he was imprisoned in a juvenile detention center and was recognized by his old gang leader as a genius child with a malleable talent.
——In this way, with deep-seated hatred, the little Han Xichen grew up overnight. He vowed to kill everyone in the Feng family, destroy all the Feng family’s industries, and destroy the Feng family.
His descendants also had a taste of being played with their feelings and then abandoned. Therefore, it was only after he grew up that he thought of using Su Nuoan. Therefore, in front of Su Nuoan, he could not believe in love, but he clearly wanted to love,
But pretend not to love.
For such a child who has never received any favor since he was a child, no matter how cruel and cold he becomes when he grows up, who can really have the heart to blame him?
At least, Han Xichen felt that his world had always been dark and dark. For so many years, without Su Nuoan's company, he would have been even more lonely.
Now, putting aside the memories and returning to reality, it is another rainy day. It has been raining like this for a long time.
Han Xichen hated this kind of weather. The humid air always made him feel like there was a hint of blood hidden in it, and this smell made him want to vomit.
As he drove the car, his stomach began to hurt again. He opened a lid on the driver's seat, took out a small bottle, poured out two small white pills and swallowed them.
Stop suddenly! He looked up at the hazy sky, his heart... slightly aching. He didn't want to continue chasing Lu Ling now, and he didn't want to care about anything. He... missed Su Nuo'an. He missed that cold and indifferent person.
woman.
No matter how you look at it, Han Xichen feels lonely. He can neither let go of hatred nor know how to pursue true love. Just now, when he drove away after Lu Ling, he had to a large extent exposed Sunuo
An's face has chosen a side, and now, he has nothing but hatred.
Han Xichen recalled the first time she met Su Nuoan.
That year, he was sixteen and she was ten.
When he first saw the girl, he was attracted by her clear eyes. Her innocence made him feel unbearable. But he was no longer the timid little boy before, and he was no longer kind.
He walked up to the little Su Nuoan with a cold face, and the huge difference in height between the two forced him to squat down.
At that time, she was so small. She was ten years old, but she looked like she was only seven or eight years old at the time. Ten years old was just the right age to train him, just like the old gang leader trained him, and he could train a right-hand man of his own.
Back then, he slightly raised the corners of his lips and asked Su Nuoan: "Do you want to stay in Xuanwu Gate with your father? Do you want to live? Then, be good, tell me your name?"
"An'an, Su Nuo'an." Her voice was as sweet as a crisp ringtone. Her surname was Su, which was the same as his dead mother's surname. So, he held her pink baby cheeks with both hands, and her smooth cheeks were
The touch felt surprisingly good, and his fingers rubbed her delicate skin. His thick black eyebrows frowned slightly, and he begged the old gang leader at the time to give Su Nuoan a chance to survive on his own. He kept her and did everything possible to save her.
He was good to her. But now he has lost her.
Looking at the hazy sky, Han Xichen opened the car's accelerator to the maximum again. He sprinted down the busy street with sadness in his heart. He was thinking... Su Nuo'an, what should I do with you?
Where are you now? You know... I miss you very much?
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