After the shock, Bo Shiyu paused, remembering his good-for-nothing father's extreme cleanliness.
He raised his eyes sharply and asked in confusion, "No, how could Bo Yanzhou, who has mysophobia, touch a stray cat?"
The man sitting next to him lowered his eyes when he heard this, and the smile on his lips gradually faded: "Your father didn't have mysophobia originally."
"His mysophobia is nothing more than a psychological disorder left over from the abuse and killing of his pet."
As soon as these words came out, Bo Shiyu, who had reached the "ceiling of cognition", turned his head abruptly with an expression of disbelief on his face.
If he was just a little surprised by the previous words, then Bo Shiyu was no longer surprised by this sentence!
This has become a horror!!
Whether it was the fact that his heartless and icy father once had a pet, or the fact that he developed a mental illness after his pet was abused and killed.
In his eyes, it seemed that none of this had anything to do with Bo Yanzhou...
Perhaps the young boy's shocked expression was too surprising, so Song Xingzhou turned his head and glanced at him. The next second, he dropped a shocking piece of news. He said, "And the person who tortured and killed his pets was his father, your grandfather."
"That afternoon, I happened to be looking for Bo Yanzhou. Before I even entered the Bo family mansion, I saw your father carrying a large box and digging with a shovel. I thought it was the time capsule he had buried, so I went over and dug, and I saw the little orange cat, its skin torn and covered in blood."
"Since then, I've noticed that your father is different. His coldness isn't just superficial silence; it's suddenly taken on a sharp edge."
The young boy looked puzzled, "Why did Bo Qishan want to kill the cat? Was it just because he was dissatisfied with Bo Yanzhou?"
Song Xingzhou glanced at him, smiled sarcastically, and shook his head. "Of course, that's partly the reason. The main reason is that your father had a crucial match that day, but on the way there he encountered a stray cat that had been run over by a car and had its hind legs broken. He was in a hurry to get the cat to the hospital, and ended up missing the match."
"When your grandfather found out, he was furious. He beat your father with a ruler and killed the cat the next day."
Having said this, he paused, turned to look at Bo Shiyu and said, "Shiyu, I know you're very smart. After all these years, you've already noticed that something's not right between your father and Bo Yuqi, right?"
The young boy hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
"That's because, before Liu Manlian entered the Bo family, your father and Bo Yuqi, and your third uncle and Bo Yanli were all good friends, the kind of confidants who could talk about anything."
With a "buzz" sound!
Bo Shiyu's mind went blank, and he stared at Song Xingzhou who was sitting next to him with his eyes wide open!
Even though he had some guesses and suspicions before, he never imagined that Uncle Yu Qi and his father were actually close friends!
Sensing the burning gaze beside him, Song Xingzhou continued to speak slowly:
"The day Liu Manlian brought the children home, your grandmother had been suffering from depression and was in very poor health. When she saw the two children, who were about the same age as your father and your third uncle, she fainted on the spot."
"But your grandfather seemed to have lost his mind. When your grandmother was taken away by emergency medical treatment, your grandfather was still flirting with Liu Manlian and discussing the wedding date."
"Shi Yu, can you imagine how it would feel to have your mother being taken away in an ambulance, not knowing whether she was dead or alive, while your father was still holding his mistress and illegitimate child and talking to you about when your mother would die?"
How can I not imagine it?
The most worrying thing is probably that his father’s illegitimate son is his best confidant, right?
The little boy couldn't help but clench his hands on the quilt.
"Your father abused you, your best friend turned against you, and you were dragged by your mother to commit suicide. This was your father's childhood." Song Xingzhou's voice was extremely steady, as if he was slowly telling a plain story, but Bo Shiyu suddenly understood it for some reason.
He suddenly felt that after going through all that, it was only natural that the bastard would develop this kind of personality.
The man in the white coat breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile on his face. He raised his hand and ruffled Bo Shiyu's hair, explaining, "Shiyu, I'm not telling you this today to make you sympathize with your father."
"It's not to make you forgive the harm your father caused you when you were a child."
"I just want to tell you, don't think your father was born with this personality. Maybe your father doesn't love you, but before he understands love himself, he doesn't know how to love others, nor does he understand."
"Especially since you and he have the same temperament.
"So, if you don't hate your father so much, please give him more time."
"I don't hate him." An empty and slightly childish voice sounded.
The young boy, who was used to disguising himself, looked at Song Xingzhou indifferently, as if he was just stating a fact that couldn't be more ordinary.
The two of them sat with their heads turned to face each other. The ward suddenly became quiet and even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.
There was a long silence.
The man in the white coat suddenly smiled faintly.
His eyes flashed, and he looked at Bo Shiyu firmly and said, "Do you know? In psychology, the eyes are the windows to the soul. They are the most loyal part of the human body."
"The eyes can never deceive."
"For example..."
"The way you look at your father now is exactly the same as the way I looked at Song Qingchen in my previous life."
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