"Fan." He Beichen held up the phone but was silent for a long time, he pursed his chapped lips, he didn't say a word for a long time, and He Beifan on the other end of the phone seemed to sense his strangeness.

"What's the matter, brother, you are talking, you are really in a hurry to die like this."

He Beifan on the other end looked wilted, as if he hadn't woken up yet, the boy's voice sounded sluggish, and he was lonely revealing a helpless atmosphere.

"Nothing." He Beichen pretended to be calm and said, but the young man's voice was inevitably a little hoarse, he sounded very tired, the same as before, revealing a melancholy temperament.

"Fan, do you have time today? I want to call you out and talk about your heart. "He rarely asks him out, but today is an exception.

"Yes, then you can set a point." He readily agreed.

Half an hour later, Van met him at a café in front of his house. But He Beichen in front of him was not as good as what the young man saw on weekdays, at that time he was sitting opposite Beifan, looking at the coffee cup at the corner of the table with dull eyes.

The young man's slightly immature right hand shook the handle of the spoon slightly, and a hot aroma greeted him.

His dark eyes were red and swollen, mixed with a little bloodshot, and the embarrassment on his body was not enough to express the boy's current exhaustion.

Beichen seemed to have been sitting here for a long time, but when He Beifan came to the opposite side slowly, he didn't seem to realize it at all, and just stirred the coffee in his bowl by himself, looking thoughtful.

Seeing that He Beichen was so silent, Fan seemed to be a little unable to hold back his temperament, "Brother." ”

He just called him softly, and Bei Chen's hand that was shaking the handle of the spoon stayed in mid-air like that.

He was visibly stunned for a moment, then raised his head visibly, "You're here." Bei Chen said lightly, and then smiled politely.

"Hmm." He looked at his brother sitting in front of him, and suddenly felt a little more panicked, even He Beifan himself didn't understand what was going on.

"Are you looking for me?" It may be that after a long silence, He Beifan realized that he should speak first. At the same time, the young man's eyes looked directly at his brother, as if observing his every move.

"Hmm." He answered, but there was no more to follow, as if there was something that made him difficult to speak, or just a simple description, there would be a pain like revealing a wound.

"Just say it, I'll listen." Seeing him so silent, Beifan was also a little tired, he gently took a sip of the coffee in front of him, but he didn't feel sweet at all, but had a tasteless feeling.

Seeing his younger brother waiting for him quietly like this, He Beichen didn't seem to have any reason to delay any longer, he bit his lower lip, and his tired black eyes looked very stoic at this moment.

"She's pregnant." He Beichen said word by word, as if he was challenging his great patience, before he spat out such a few simple words.

He Beifan looked at his brother with dull eyes, he didn't understand what he was talking about, and as if in a dream, he had a hazy feeling.

"Who?" He asked a little bit of a rhetorical question, that is, the young man's eyebrows were a little puzzled, listening to He Beichen's words was like a Arabian night.

"Xie Lan." He Beichen gritted his teeth, and spit out these two words as if full of resentment, and then he was like a deflated ball, and the whole person softened.

Fan, who was sitting across from him, didn't come to his senses for a long time, "What did you say?" The boy's eyes widened, a noncommittal look.

Bei Chen didn't reply to his brother's surprised demeanor, he just stirred the mocha in his cup indifferently, and his cheeks looked extremely calm, as usual.

It's just that He Beifan, who had just reacted, was not so calm, his breathing became short, and his eyebrows couldn't help revealing a little excitement, "When did it happen?" He tried to pretend to be calmer, mainly because he was afraid that Beichen would not be able to stand it.

"I don't know." He Beichen absentmindedly fiddled with the coffee spoon in his hand, his lips were so dry that a bloody mouth cracked.

He Beifan had an inexplicable sense of madness about his brother's casual behavior, he clenched his fists angrily, and he didn't know how his brother would be in the mood to sit here and drink coffee now.

"And when did you find out?" Fan gritted his teeth and tried to make himself look less than that.

"Yesterday." He Beichen was like squeezing toothpaste, it seemed that he really didn't want to say anything more about Xie Lan's pregnancy, but he felt very strange why his mood fluctuated because of such a thing.

Even he couldn't tell. After spitting out these two words again, He Beichen didn't want to say anything more, just bit his lip and habitually pursed his lips.

Those empty wooden eyes made He Beifan unable to see what his brother was thinking again, and Fan's heart was like a spice box that was accidentally knocked over, with mixed tastes.

"Did she tell you herself?" After a long time, I asked helplessly. "Yes." He Beichen's voice was straight and hoarse, and there was no lack of a sense of pain in the wound being revealed.

"And what is she going to do?" He Beifan asked a little calmly, at this time, no matter how excited he was, it would be useless, Fan seemed to understand this in his heart, he was just worried about whether He Beichen would not be able to think about it now.

In fact, he suppressed his emotions again and again, but in the end, he only let the wound fester, so that there was no possibility of healing.

"What else is she going to do?" He Beichen smiled, a sneer with contempt, this is an emotion that he doesn't often express, even in He Beifan's opinion, he will have an inexplicable sense of rustiness.

Beichen seemed to be laughing at him, and it seemed that he had asked a question that only a fool would ask. Such cold words made Bei Fan feel an inexplicable disgust.

"Do you hate her?" He asked leisurely, and then fiddled with the coffee cup in front of him, he really needed to talk to him.

It can be seen that Beichen wants him very much now, at least, he is vulnerable at this moment. Even if he always disguised himself as strong.

"Hate." He Beichen's voice was very low, but it was lined with a bit of an urge to gnash his teeth, and after that, Beichen's eyes seemed a little distracted, as if even he didn't know that his feelings for his mother had become so unbearable.

Of course, some time ago, he still loved her, but this time was a long time ago, and I'm afraid even He Beichen himself didn't know.

He has always been knowledgeable and courteous, but now he said such rebellious words but did not surprise He Beifan, he had already discovered that Beichen had a dark side in his heart, but he covered it up very well.

After all, there are some things that can only be hidden in the heart alone, and can only stay in dark corners, and cannot see the light.

"Why?" He looked at his brother's complicated eyes, and didn't seem to understand what hatred was all about, not to mention that He Beichen shouldn't be grateful to a mother who gave birth to him and raised him, how could he say that he hated him.

"I hate her for giving birth to me." He Beichen said word by word, the young man's cheeks were very cold, not at all like the old man who should have this year.

"Why?" For such cold words, He Beifan was even a little inexplicably afraid.

He didn't know how his brother, who grew up with him, could have such terrible thoughts. If it goes on like this, He Beifan even suspects that one day, Beichen will hate himself.

"Because I'm not happy, I can't seem to have a love for the world, because the world I perceive is painful. It made me depressed and even dead. ”

Bei Chen paused in his throat, he seemed to have lost his temper, but he just let himself continue to talk.

"Working day after day, living a gray life without respite, it's really terrible." The more He Beichen spoke, the more excited he became, and the tears in his eyes flowed uncontrollably.

"I'm 16 years old, but there don't seem to be many things in my life to be happy about, really, just a handful." He Beichen said, and seemed to be very sure of his thoughts, but he was particularly distressing in He Beifan's eyes.

"Isn't there something happy about that? For example, the time at my grandfather's house. He Beifan asked cautiously, but before he could finish speaking, his brother beat him coldly.

"Perhaps, but that was a long time ago." He couldn't help but sigh as he spoke.

"I think it's really necessary for you to communicate with your aunt, if you don't say some feelings, she won't understand." When he saw his brother's sad face, he didn't know how to comfort him.

"Is it possible? She won't understand. I told her more than once that I hated it, that I was tired, that I was in pain, that I was sad, but she always used it as an excuse for me to be lazy. "

"What's more, I don't expect her to give me much warmth at all, I just want her to be like a mother of the same age. It would be nice if she didn't have time to control me, I just hope that I can have a life where she doesn't interfere. He finished in a row, and his eyes turned red.

"But she might have her own ideas, right?" He Beifan cautiously came out with a sentence, as if he was afraid that his brother would be angry.

"Yes, she can have her own ideas, but you know what? She never thought about my feelings, never. Bei Chen's voice trembled, and a tear stain inadvertently slipped across his thin cheeks.