Han Xiyan felt that he had never seen such a beautiful girl, with a pink puff-sleeved princess dress, a crystal hairpin with a bow, big watery eyes, ivory white skin, and delicate facial features that were as exquisite as finely carved.
Han Xiyan fell in love with Nangong Minglu right away. She was so beautiful, as beautiful as a princess in a fairy tale or an elf in a story.
But Nangong Minglu didn't like him, and called him "Second brother!" in a soft and sweet voice in front of Rong Baichuan. But as soon as Rong Baichuan and his mother went out, Nangong Minglu rushed over and gave him a hard blow.
He slapped him, held his head high and said, "You are a bad boy who stole my happiness. I hate you!"
Before Han Xiyan could react, Nangong Minglu ran away.
When his mother came back, he told his mother. His mother cried and held him in her arms, caressed his beaten face and said: "Xiaoyan, you have to remember that it was my mother who was too selfish to take away the child."
Xiaolu’s happiness. So no matter how she treats you, you must love and protect her like her own brother, and you are not allowed to bully her, remember?"
Eight-year-old Han Xiyan nodded solemnly amid her mother's tears.
He thought that as long as he was good to Nangong Minglu, Nangong Minglu would accept him, but the fact was not what he thought at all. No matter how hard he tried to please Nangong Minglu, Nangong Minglu would always look like he hated him, and even
Will make up lies to frame him.
Once, Nangong Minglu injured his face while fighting outside. After returning home, he told Rong Baichuan that he was injured by Han Xiyan. Nangong Minglu's innocent face and clear eyes made Rong Baichuan look at Nangong Minglu.
Believing her words, Rong Baichuan coaxed her daughter with kind words, but Nangong Minglu refused to let go in Rong Baichuan's arms, crying aggrievedly and saying: "Dad, if you have a second brother, you won't hurt Xiaolu anymore."
, Dad won’t feel sorry for Xiaolu’s injury. I don’t want to live here anymore. I want to go find my mother..."
Han Xiyan watched from the side. He didn't understand why this beautiful girl could tell lies so naturally that even he, a person who had been wronged, believed it to be true.
Rong Baichuan sighed and glanced at Han Xiyan. Han Xiyan saw the embarrassment in Rong Baichuan's eyes. He understood that Rong Baichuan believed Nangong Minglu's words and thought that he had injured Nangong Minglu, but Rong Baichuan could not punish him because
He is not Rong Baichuan's biological son.
Han Xiyan silently walked up to Rong Baichuan, slapped himself hard twice, lowered his head and said to Rong Baichuan: "I'm sorry, dad, I shouldn't have hurt my sister. I will never do it again!"
The pain in my heart hurts more than the slap in the face when I admit a mistake I have never made!
From that day on, Han Xiyan understood more clearly what it meant to live under someone else's roof, and he understood more clearly that no matter how close Rong Baichuan was to him, he was not his biological father after all...
Soon, Han Xiyan's mother passed away due to illness, and Nangong Minglu's pranks became more and more excessive, and even almost killed Han Xiyan several times.
Those things made Han Xiyan unforgettable and fresh in his memory every time, but the most unforgettable thing was when he was eleven years old. One day when he came home from school, he found that all the photos of him and his parents were gone.
