"Why should I tell you?"

Li Feihong said: "Before doing this business, I was in business, and I usually only do one thing: make money!"

"I think I'm smart, so I'm only willing to invest in something that I earn back. ”

"And you!"

Li Feihong looked at Fan Yecheng with a breathtaking eye, and stared at Fan Yecheng in his heart:

"I've invested 20 million in you, so you'll have to tell me more than 20 million worth of information!"

Fan Yecheng gritted his teeth: "I don't have such valuable news. ”

"You have!" Li Feihong looked at him, he still refused to speak, and then laughed.

"I'll tell you the truth. If it weren't for the first time we met, I found out that you still have a little humanity, and you would have died at my hands by now!"

"I know because I'm not human anymore. "There's a little bitterness in Fan Night City.

This kind of unrecognized pain is not something that ordinary people can endure.

Li Feihong looked at him and felt that he didn't seem to be suitable to talk about something. He has too much bitterness to speak, and too many grievances to confide in.

He thought about it for a moment and took out the Seven Mountains:

"You haven't had a bar in those three months. ”

Fan Yecheng hugged his head and looked a little irritable: "I drank a little at first, but as soon as I was dizzy, I was taken advantage of by that disgusting power, saying that you are a hero chosen by the Demon Realm, let me accept his power." I struggled for a long time to recover, and I still don't dare to drink again. ”

Li Feihong sighed: "The power of the demon world is pervasive, I have seen you as a strong-willed person like you." ”

His eyes were wolf-like: "What are you protecting, and who are you fighting for?"

”

Fan Yecheng was a little overwhelmed.

Before, he had been resisting the erosion of the power of the demon world, causing his head to be in severe pain all day long, and now that he was almost governed, his head suddenly cleared, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Li Feihong handed him a bottle of Qizhongshan: "Come on, come on, drink a bottle first, it's not enough for me." ”

Fan Yecheng took it, no matter what brand of wine it was, he opened the wine and drank it, "tons and tons and tons" and "cough cough cough ......"

"Slow down!"

Li Feihong saw that he was drinking very quickly, and he was a little helpless.

He casually took the album and began to flip through the pages.

"Is this your son?" Li Feihong whistled, "It's much clearer than that pocket watch!"

"yes, stupid. Although Fan Yecheng said this, a smile appeared in his eyes

"Do you have a son? Oh, yes, you look so young, you must have no son. ”

"No, really, but your son seems smart. ”

"Hehe, he's not smart at all. When I was born, I was only five and a half pounds, and my mother had a difficult birth, so anxious that I couldn't sleep all night, but I finally survived.

He also likes to play games, clutching his phone all day long, and sometimes as soon as I stop him, he cries and makes trouble, and he doesn't let go. When he grew up and went to kindergarten, he didn't want to go, so he closed the door and pressed his body against the door, just not letting it go.

His health has not been good since he was a child, so I forced him to jump 100 times every time he came back from school, and then let him drink honey water. I just thought that when he was older enough to have a good physique, he wouldn't be so thin anymore. Older one, go to a good school, get a good job, and marry a daughter-in-law he likes. ”

There was a smile in his eyes, and he was looking forward to his future.

"I want to wait until he is successful in his studies and career, and he can give me a confident, high-chested, happy smile, and then I can no longer see him crying. ”

"I always ask him to do this and that, I always want to wait for him to grow up and take fewer detours, I always think that if I am strict with him, he will suffer less outside. I feel that those bad habits in society, those dirty things, should not be shown in him.

I think that when we are old, when he achieves something, he can come to see us often. Really, I don't want them to come to see us often, even if it's only once a year or every two years or three years. I kept thinking that the two of us were cooking in the kitchen when I heard him knock on the door. When I opened the door, he and his wife and children said happily, Dad, Mom, we're back, that's enough, what else can I hope for? You say, I've figured it out, why don't I make it happen?"

He choked and struggled to control the shaking of his lips, his black pupils glowing with white light. That is the light of hope.

"I can often see the stubbornness in his eyes, his refusal to admit defeat, his desperate ruthlessness. I am very grateful, I think he should be brave to break through, to fight, I don't want him to do nothing forever, I don't want me to see him begging on the street one day, I don't want to see him depressed, depressed. I've been working hard and trying hard to achieve this goal...... ”

He couldn't go on anymore, and the words he spat out and the choked voice were already connected. He could only gag his mouth with the mouth of the bottle, so as not to let the last shred of dignity flow out.

Li Feihong pushed his glasses, but he didn't say much.

"You say, you say, it's such a big person, if you say no, it's gone. It's gone, it's gone, but I still can't forget it, this brain is still thinking. ”

"You're going to have a son later. ”

"Really?" he smiled with tears in his eyes, "maybe I don't deserve it anymore." I've had it all, what do you say?"

Li Feihong suddenly had an indescribable anger.

He stood up and grabbed Fan Yecheng by the collar.

"Are you afraid of them? or are you afraid of yourself?"

Fan Yecheng turned his face to the side.

He didn't have a taste in his heart.

The wine only added to his sadness and his hesitation.

"Listen!" Li Feihong saw that his face was wrong, and hurriedly shouted: "How can you face the future with your decadent appearance?"

"Grief and attachment can't stand in the way, you know?"

Fan Yecheng said: "But...... I...... I can't let them go. ”

He doesn't look like a father with a son now, just a big boy who loves to cry.

Li Feihong suddenly didn't want to talk more.

No matter how much you say, it's not as important as your own understanding.

He put down Fan Yecheng's collar, thought for a long time, and took another bottle of wine and touched a glass with him:

"Don't think about it so much, drink first. ”