“The tea is getting better and better.”

The little Fu Xun who said that a grown man is not afraid of getting scars gradually overlapped with the man in front of him who picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Time flies, and the scar remains forever on his brow bone.

Hearing this.

Fu Jie glanced at Fu Xun.

"Do you think I'm your tea-making servant?"

The tone of blaming, but there is no intention to blame at all.

Fu Xun snorted and laughed, but didn't express his opinion.

There were similar traces of blood between the two brothers' eyebrows. They looked at each other, as if they were back to that night in the hospital.

People were coming and going in the corridor, and the smell of disinfectant was in the air.

After Fu Xun had his stitches done, he sat on a recliner with white gauze wrapped around his head. Fu Jie handed him the bread and water he had just bought. Fu Xun didn't hesitate to take it, tore it open and started eating.

"When did it start?"

Fu Jie turned his head to look at his younger brother who was swallowing bread in big mouthfuls, and asked him when his father started beating him.

"I can't remember clearly, until I remember."

Fu Xun's voice was loud and clear, and his tone was nonchalant when he answered, but it made Fu Jie feel frightened and extremely uncomfortable, and his throat felt dry.

"Why didn't you tell your mother?"

"I told her, but she didn't believe it."

Fu Jie was silent again, and he suddenly remembered the time when he went to see his stepmother.

The envelope given by the private detective mentioned: Probably because of the death of his first wife, Mr. Fu was really sad. After marrying his second wife, he doted on her and was very affectionate to her, making up for all his guilt towards his first wife on her.

Father Fu put on the appearance of a gentle and kind husband and deceived her.

A woman who is so deeply in love that she doesn't care about her own son at all, thinking that her son is too naughty and undisciplined, which only makes her husband angry. She has no idea that all the dark sides of her husband are left to her son.

Fu Xun paused while opening the milk, raised his head, and looked at Fu Jie without any reservation: "Of course, I want to kill him in my dreams."

"Fu Xun."

Fu Jie suddenly called his brother's name and looked at him: "Come with me to study in the United States. There are places for exchange students in the school. My classmate's family has connections. I will ask him to help you apply for a place. Then I will also find a way to get my father's consent. Let's leave here first."

no way.

Fu Jie and Fu Xun have the same idea, but at the moment they are too young. They have no economic foundation and no social connections, so they can't do anything.

So the best way is to leave and go to a place where Mr. Fu can't reach you.

Fu Xun: "Why are you helping me?"

Little Fu Jie's eyes were filled with the sincere affection of his age, and he answered without hesitation: "You are my brother, isn't it my duty to help you?"

"cut."

Fu Xun sneered in a pretentious manner, turned his head away, and tried hard to hide his moved face.

After a long time.

Fu Xun still rejected Fu Jie.

"I can't leave. My mother is still here. I must expose the true face of that beast. If I leave, I want to take my mother with me."

Fu Jie wanted to give some advice.

Then he heard Fu Xun say to him: "Fu Jie, when I convince my mother to divorce him, I will go to the United States to find you and you must take me in."

Fu Jie said, "Okay."

Then he realized, "Wait, you just called me by my first name? You should call me brother."

Fu Xun was confident and justified.

"I'm the only one who's going to yell. I'm only two years younger than you, okay? I'm not going to yell."