Everything is back to zero

Back in Nanshi, everything was back to zero.

Fang Huai felt uneasy because the hospital had not yet notified him.

The longer the time drags on, the more complicated the process becomes, and the results are often unsatisfactory. Fang Huai is almost immersed in anxiety and uneasiness.

Kong Lingyu also came to see him, but Fang Huai always refused to see him.

His adoptive parents in his hometown heard the news and called him every few days, asking him about his work in a roundabout way. Fang Huai pretended to be calm and downplayed the matter.

Fang's mother never mentioned anything about her love life. Every time she called, the first thing she asked was whether Fang Huai had eaten.

"Has the hospital been notified?"

"When do you start work?"

Fang Huai always used ambiguous words to gently brush off the problem. Hearing the uncertainty in Fang Huai's words, Fang's parents quickly contacted their youngest son, who was on a business trip in a coastal city. The three of them bombarded Fang Huai with a barrage of questions.

Fang Henan always called right after his father and mother hung up, as if the call was timed.

"Brother, I'm back from a business trip. The company gave me a day off. Can I come see you?"

"You have no idea what a hard life I've been through in another city for nearly six months. I've been dealing with data all day, and it was a closed-door training session where I couldn't even touch my phone."

Fang Henan was complaining on the phone when he suddenly heard a buzzing sound coming from Fang Huai's side, and his mind suddenly exploded.

Hesitantly took the phone away, then after a moment moved closer to it and stammered, "Brother?"

"What...what are you doing?"

Fang Fang He Nian held his breath, counted to ten in his mind, and asked again tentatively: "Brother, is it inconvenient for you now?"

"Come on." Fang Huai operated the juicer while dealing with Fang Henan's strange tone.

"It's not very convenient. I'm making juice."

"Oh, oh, juice. Juice is good for the body." Fang Henian scratched his head like a fool. "I like to drink juice too."

"Um."

The two fell silent again. Fang Huai leaned against the counter and drank his juice slowly. "Anything else?"

Fang Henian's hands were shaking as he held the phone. Suddenly, he said, "Brother, I'm sorry."

Fang Huai was suddenly stunned, and then he heard Fang Henian repeat again: "I'm sorry."

"Forget it, it's okay. I'm hanging up first. I'll come see you in a few days." Fang Henian hung up the phone in a hurry. Fang Huai was stunned for a moment, drank the juice in his hand, and muttered: "What on earth is this guy thinking?"

......

Fang Henian was very mobile and came to Fang Huai's house with his luggage the next day.

With him, Fang Huai found it much easier to deal with his adoptive parents. Whenever they asked about his work and Fang Huai couldn't answer, Fang Henan would naturally take the phone from Fang Huai and change the subject.

Pulling his parents to chat, He Lijun certainly understood his youngest son's thoughts, but she still followed his wishes and continued the conversation.

He Lijun said something on the phone. Fang Henian covered the phone in panic and quickly went to the balcony.

Fang Huai sat on the sofa and watched the mother and son chatting on the phone quietly.

"He Nian, Mom was wrong."

"I only just found out that your brother is allergic to shrimp. I have done so many wrong things to your brother." He Lijun couldn't help crying on the phone. Fang Henian looked back at Fang Huai sitting in the living room in panic. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that Fang Huai was not looking at him.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

He Lijun burst into tears on the phone, and her husband comforted her, "The child has stopped blaming you. Why are you crying?"

Her husband's words were like a knife, stabbing He Lijun again. She said into the phone, "Don't you know whether you're not complaining or you're not caring?"

"Is it me who doesn't understand, or you who doesn't understand?"

"Whether you don't care anymore or you don't hate anymore, you all know it in your hearts."

Fang Henian leaned on the railing and quietly endured his mother's emotional outburst. After she hung up the phone, he slowly walked into the house.

Fang Huai saw his lost look. If he had a tail, it would have been dragging on the ground. Fang Huai pushed the freshly squeezed juice in front of him to Fang He Nian, "Freshly squeezed juice."

"elder brother."

Fang Huai looked at Fang Henian. Fang Henian looked at him with a complicated expression, and finally uttered three words from his throat: "I'm sorry."

He Fanghuai just glanced at him and took his phone: "What's there to be sorry about? I should be thanking you."

Fang Henian's face flushed crimson. He hesitated, as if he was about to speak but hesitated. After a long while, he asked, "Brother, are you and...Brother Li Xuan serious? Do you really like boys?"

"It's true." Fang Huai typed the words on the screen, sent the message, and looked at Fang Henan, who had a complicated expression.

He paused and continued, "Why? You can't accept it?"

Fang Henian waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, I'm just surprised. I'm not feudal, I'm just a little curious."

"As long as you are happy."

Fang Huai was busy with his work again and said "hmm" without any emotion.

Fang Henian sat opposite Fang Huai and looked at his brother so seriously for the first time. His brother was wearing ordinary home clothes and sitting on the sofa with his back straight. His expression was very dull, as if he had encountered a problem, with his brows slightly furrowed.

Fang Huai's looks are very popular in any circle. He just wonders why his brother likes boys. Not only does he like boys, but why would he be with Li Xuan?

Is it because Li Xuan helped him?

Fang Henan supported his chin, and his heart sank suddenly when he thought of what He Lijun said on the phone.

"Don't you care anymore, or don't you hate him anymore?" Fang Henian had a hunch that his brother didn't hate him, because there would be no hatred without love.

The Fang family had never given Fang Huai "love", so how could he hate him? Maybe they just didn't care anymore and didn't want him anymore.

His eyes fell on Fang Huai's neck. The home clothes did not have a high collar, and the soft and loose fabric slid down slightly as the owner raised his hand, revealing a hideous scar. Fang Henian's pupils suddenly shrank.

The face of his brother in front of him coincided with the face of the young man who had run away from home in a mess many years ago.

He seemed to have returned to that rainy day many years ago. The house was pitch black. He and Fang Huai were hiding in the small room. His brother covered his ears to prevent him from hearing the derogatory insults his parents were hurling at each other.

But his brother's hands were small and cold, with rough scars on them... Fang Henian stared at the scars on Fang Huai's body. Fang Huai noticed something was wrong and looked up in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

Fang Henian lowered his head and murmured, "It's okay."

Fang Huai saw that Fang Henian looked normal, but he was still worried and walked forward to touch Fang Henian's forehead. He only stepped back after making sure that Fang Henian did not have a fever.

Fang Henian's thoughts were swirling, and he didn't know what to say to Fang Huai's gaze. He stammered and awkwardly changed the subject: "Brother, don't blame Mom and Dad, they're just worried about you."

"I know." Fang Huai's attitude was normal. Fang Henian glanced at him secretly. After making sure that there was no trace of displeasure on Fang Huai's face, he scratched the back of his head and chuckled twice.

Fang Huai found his stunned look inexplicably funny. He suppressed his laughter and said:

"I'm going to the supermarket, do you want to come with me?"

"Not going." Fang Henannian withdrew his gaze and shook his head subconsciously. Fang Huai did not force him. He changed his shoes and went out directly.

After the people left, Fang Henian rushed to the door as if he had just woken up from a dream. Fang Huai, who had already walked away, turned back as if he had sensed something and looked at him puzzledly.

Fang Henian waved his hand at Fang Huai in a sullen manner, "Be careful on the road."

"knew."

Only after the thin figure completely disappeared from his sight did Fang Henan withdraw his gaze. He slowly walked into the deserted living room, staring at the juice that had already oxidized, lost in thought.

When he was a child, there was no juicer at home, but he saw a juice drink advertisement on TV and cried and shouted for juice. At that time, his brother had just entered junior high school, and before going to school, he promised him that he would buy him juice when he came back from school.

He lay in the corridor all day and refused to leave no matter what, waiting for Fang Huai to come home and for the juice.

It was already dark, but Fang Huai still hadn't returned home. Mother Fang picked him up from the ground distressedly and coaxed him, "Mom will buy it for you tomorrow. Go back and eat first."

At that time, he cried and shouted to the empty corridor: "I hate Fang Huai the most. My brother is a big liar."

Fang Huai came back in the middle of the night, holding a cup of warm juice in his arms. He was dirty and was scolded by his father and mother.

Fang Henian woke up the next morning and found a bottle of juice next to his pillow. He excitedly ran barefoot to Fang Huai's room and found obvious scars and slap marks on his brother's face... Fang's father and mother calmly pulled him to the dining table to eat and poured Fang Henian a glass of juice.

"What about my brother? Doesn't he eat?"

Father Fang was eating without looking up, holding a newspaper in his hand. He Lijun picked up some food for Fang Henian while glancing at her brother's room. "He's not hungry, eat quickly."

No matter how Fang Henian exaggerated his words, trying to tell Fang Huai how much his parents loved him and cared about him, once these words fell on Fang Huai, they became pale and powerless, and the thick ink turned into obliterated dust.

He tried hard to find evidence from his memory that his family loved Fang Huai. He wanted to tear his brain apart and separate every layer of veins to find evidence in those gaps, but the results were always the same - only hurt, indifference and cold violence.

Even he was the same. His brother's cold personality was just a lame excuse they tried to make for themselves.

Fang Henian picked up the juice on the table and drank it all. When he saw the message pop up on his phone, he quickly picked up the phone to reply.

Boss: [You went back to your hometown? ]

Fang Henian replied honestly: [No.]

"Boss, what can I do for you?" Fang Henian asked cautiously, placing the glass casually on the table.

Kong Lingyu, who was still working overtime, pouted angrily. Assistant Feng next to him immediately understood and showed him Fang Henan's detailed information.

Kong Lingyu slowly looked through Fang Henian's information, looking calm and composed. He was not in a hurry, but many people were.

Fang Henian, who hadn't received a response for a long time, became restless. He couldn't let the vacation he had finally won be canceled just because he offended his boss. He typed on his phone, "Senior?"

[I'm at my brother's house. Is there something wrong with the company?]

Assistant Feng was standing next to Kong Lingyu. When he saw the message sent by that stupid boy Fang Henan, he couldn't help but smile.

Kong Lingyu glanced at Assistant Feng, who immediately stopped smiling and said, "You can leave first."

"Okay, boss."

Assistant Feng walked out of the office, and Kong Lingyu calmly took out his mobile phone. The chat interface between him and the top of the page was still full of exclamation marks.

Reluctantly shaking his head, he didn't even look at the message from Fang Henian, and directly sent a short message: [It's okay, then spend time with your family.]

Family? Fang Henian was stunned by these two words.

His home is simple yet complex, and can only accommodate a fixed number of people. The complexity is that if there is one more person, the other will be squeezed out.

It seems that his brother has never been accepted by this family.