Han Zhihuan snapped his fingers: his father hated him and was afraid that he had ulterior motives, and his sister encouraged him to be ambitious......

What's right and what's wrong?

I was thinking about it repeatedly, and suddenly I changed my mind: Although my mother is not my biological mother, I must be able to call my father "Mom" again, right?

As soon as his thoughts turned to this, Han Zhihuan couldn't help but shudder, and even suppressed his strong thoughts about An Cairui.

Han Zhihuan walked out of the office building in a daze, drove home in despair, he heard and understood the story told by Jingying's sister, once he thought of losing a father because of this, but he didn't want to really believe it anyway!

He needs more definitive confirmation!

The only way to find my mother!

ran a red light several times along the way, and almost crashed after an overtaking, and Han Zhihuan returned home in a thrilling way.

opened the door of the house with a trembling hand, forgot to change his shoes, walked through the hallway, and when he looked up and saw his mother sitting alone on the sofa in a trance, Han Zhihuan realized that he hadn't paid attention for a few days, and his mother seemed to be several years older.

"Mom—" Han Zhihuan cried out as if he was allowed to shout for the last time in his lifetime. The voice whimpered, cried and desolate, which made people sad to hear.

With just this shout, Tang Yunrou understood everything.

What she took precautions against still happened: Huan'er knew the secret of the year!

"Mommy I'm sorry for you!"

Two lines of clear tears, gliding across the face. Tang Yunrou finally stood up from the sofa, she opened her arms towards Zhihuan, thinking of the neglect of him over the years, and now asking him to suffer such a change out of thin air, her heart was full of regret.

The two of them stood at a distance of three or four meters, standing like sculptures.

The sentence "Mom is sorry for you" shattered Han Zhihuan's hidden luck. He didn't need to ask for verification anymore - what he knew was the truth.

"No, no, it must be a dream!"

Han Zhihuan muttered to himself, ran away from his mother like a nightmare, turned around and ran out of the house.

He didn't even wait for the elevator and rushed into the fire staircase.

Like a gust of wind, he rushed down the stairs. I ran for a dozen or twenty floors in one breath before I gasped and stopped. There was a white wall opposite, and he pressed his head against the wall and finally cried.

Since he was a child, whether it went well or not, he basically never shed tears, let alone cried.

He has always been considerate of adults and has always loved his parents silently.

It was like an innate love, because they gave birth to him.

He accepts their neglect, their indifference, their unconscious punishment, and even their overt or implicit dislike...... He accepted it so calmly because he was convinced that he was part of them.

Sometimes, you hate yourself too, don't you?

It turned out that he was not part of them.

Therefore, those neglects, those indifference, those punishments, and those dislikes are not the short-term manifestations of emotion that he imagined, but the expression of true feelings from the heart.

For so many years, he has been deceiving himself and living like a joke.

Therefore, no matter how much he respects that person, how much he loves that person, and how much he worships that person, he is destined to get no attention.

He had always been secretly proud to be that man's son, and it turned out that he had always been a disgrace to that man.

Thinking of his misunderstood past, Han Zhihuan uncontrollably banged his head against the wall.

Tired, cold, and hungry.

Hunger and cold, and tiredness hit.

Han Zhihuan squatted down against the wall, his head buried between his knees.

He hugged his legs, wiped the snot and tears that flowed out, there was a touch of red in the palm of his hand, it turned out that blood came out of his forehead, and he didn't even notice the pain.

The coldness of the wall behind him was transmitted to his body through the cotton clothes. Venting and coldness made him calm.

He asked himself, if An Cairui was him, what would he think in his heart when he experienced this moment?

At that moment, a clear thought emerged from the chaotic mind: An Cairui must be strong!

Thinking of An Cairui, Han Zhihuan's irritable mood gradually quieted down.

He asked himself: Even if the whole world doesn't want you anymore, you at least still have yourself, what's the big deal! Not to mention that you are an adult and have the ability to live independently!

He asked himself again: Are you so sad, do you feel too sorry for yourself in your childhood? But An Cairui's life is harder, she has endured more injustice, at least you have enough food and clothing!

If you ask a few questions, your bipolar depression will be greatly reduced.

It's just that I still don't want to go home.

I don't want to go to Xiangsheng Yujiangwan to see things and think about people.

Walking down the twenty or so flights of stairs and walking out of the building, Han Zhihuan looked much calmer.

Out of the community, I took a taxi casually and casually reported an address. The car was parked, and it turned out to be the most familiar Pentagon. Once upon a time, he loved to sweep the streets here and watch passers-by match their clothes.

Walking aimlessly into the Wujiaochang business district, the commercial pedestrian street surrounded by buildings, people come and go, and the popularity is not affected by the cold air, and the damp and cold air is filled with a lively atmosphere.

Han Zhihuan had a calm face, seemingly having a goal, but in fact, he was just believing in the horses.

His gaze was too scattered, and he didn't know it when he bumped into someone.

It wasn't until the man pulled him over and shook him repeatedly that he regained focus.

"I'm my aunt, what's wrong with you?"

Aunt Tang Yunjie has now become a treasure in the eyes of the reunited old lovers - they worked together to grab the little tail of the big youth, conceived naturally, and conceived a child.

Since she was pregnant, a strong woman in the workplace instantly changed her role, and began to entrust her subordinates with various important tasks. In order to maintain a good mood during pregnancy, she didn't even go to her sister's house where she had lived for many years.

"Auntie!"

Han Zhihuan is an aunt, and he has a thousand words in his heart, and he doesn't know where to start for a while.

The detective man, who had been leaning over to remind his girlfriend not to get excited, turned around, recognized Han Zhihuan in just a second, and blurted out: "I know you!"

Han Zhihuan and Tang Yunjie ignore the detective man.

"Let's find a place to sit down and talk. The aunt supported Han Zhihuan, who was vain, and the detective man supported the aunt.

I turned into a nearby shop that served afternoon tea, and when I looked up, it turned out to be Burger King. The detective man went to order food happily, believing that this was an excellent opportunity to add food to Tang Yunjie. At present, his son's place is still second to his body weight, and he will spare no effort to fight with him.

While the detective man ordered food, Han Zhihuan chuckled: "I'm not a biological ......"

Tang Yunjie saw that Han Zhihuan said lightly, and thought that he didn't care too much, so he also laughed: "I have long thought that I should tell you, but my sister refuses." I had to keep hinting and show all kinds of documentaries about holding the wrong child...... Alas, maybe I should have secretly revealed it to you. ”

"But what am I going to do next......