In the gray attic, a thin boy of twelve or thirteen years old was lying on a table, burying his head in writing, looking at the way he meditated from time to time, he should have encountered some problem, but he did not mean to give up, and continued to think.

If anyone is around, they will be amazed at the boy's thinking, which is an extremely complex formula that can be difficult even for an excellent student who has just graduated from college.

The boy's thinking ability and professional level have far exceeded the scope of his own age, and perhaps the word "genius" is the most appropriate adjective for him.

Soon after, the boy had a smile on his face, and he was writing something quickly on the paper, and finally he put the pen in his hand and gave it a light touch at the end.

He, at last, was done

The boy was very pleased with his work, and looked at the page with a smile on his face, which was full of his own writing.

Crunchy!

The sound of oppression and friction between the boots and the old floor slab suddenly reached the boy's ears, and his face froze, and then his whole body tensed, and he lowered his head and did not dare to look in the direction from which the sound came.

"What are you doing?" A middle-aged man appeared next to the boy.

In the boy's heart, the cold voice had almost no feelings, only a chill that penetrated the heart and lungs, and perhaps the only emotion was the disgust and contempt that naturally carried in his tone.

"I'm asking you." The middle-aged man's voice became colder, and his gaze was like a sharp blade, scraping on the boy's face.

The boy shook his body, tried to squeeze out an innocent smile at the other party, and held the paper on top of his head.

The boy thought that maybe he would be praised this time, because this operation was actually one of the countless problems faced by the middle-aged man, and it was also the least important one, and the middle-aged man put it aside at will, obviously not having time to deal with such low-level things, because he had to face bigger and more difficult things every day, after all, he was a very powerful person.

But now that I've figured it out, it's at least a small help to him, and I should be praised, right?

Probably will, right?

Even if you don't praise yourself, at least you won't be beaten again today, right?

After all, I can finally help him.

The boy's young and fragile heart looked forward to it.

The man didn't say a word, his face was still indifferent, he glanced at the boy, then stretched out his hand and grabbed the page in his hand, and looked at it slowly.

After a long time, the middle-aged man withdrew his gaze, looked at the boy and asked, "You calculated it yourself?" ”

The boy lowered his head and nodded slowly, but he still didn't dare to look at the middle-aged man.

"One person calculated? Not relying on someone else's help? The middle-aged man asked again.

The boy nodded, still afraid to speak.

The middle-aged man continued to focus on the piece of paper, and after examining it again for a long time, a little emotion finally appeared in his eyes.

The boy secretly glanced up at the middle-aged man, and at this moment, he suddenly closed his eyes tightly, and he didn't even dare to move.

Boom!

As soon as the boy's eyes were closed, the middle-aged man's palm was already slapping his face. The boy's emaciated body was fanned out and fell to the ground, the old wooden floor slabs let out a burst of overwhelmed moans and crashes.

At this moment, the boy's face was swollen with a large lump, his nose was bleeding continuously, and the corner of his mouth was broken, and he was completely stunned by this blow, and in a daze, he heard a burst of rapid footsteps, coming from downstairs, getting closer and closer, and also, slower and slower.

When the footsteps reached the door of the attic, they stopped completely, and it was clear that the owner of the footsteps did not want to come in, or did not dare to come in.

The boy gradually came to his senses, he didn't dare to look at the other party, and even at this moment he didn't even dare to wipe the blood, he knew that if he dared to look at the other party, he would inevitably usher in a more violent beating.

However, if he dares to glance at the middle-aged man now, he will find that there is actually a little bit of other emotions in the other party's angry eyes.

That emotion is called, fear.

The boy didn't know why he was beaten, he couldn't think of any reason at all, in fact, there were very few people who could imagine the reason, even in this world, let alone a twelve or thirteen-year-old child.

The middle-aged man glanced at the boy coldly, walked to the door with the white paper, and said coldly to the woman who was standing outside the door, looking inward nervously, but never daring to step further.

"Look at the good son you gave birth to, he has learned to steal, this is from you, right? If I find out, next time, I'll just break his hand, huh! The middle-aged man used verbal attacks to vent his anger at the woman.

The woman's body trembled slightly, and she did not dare to speak. It wasn't until the middle-aged man left that the woman hurriedly rushed in to check on her son's injuries.

A few days later, the boy saw that the middle-aged man had published a breakthrough in a research project that could bring considerable benefits.

And the core of this achievement is the formula that the boy came up with a lot of time.

However, the boy still couldn't figure out why his father, Fa Rutian, beat him at that time.

Fa Ziqing sat silently in front of the iron window in a daze, of course he understood now.

"Hehe" Fa Ziqing let out an inexplicable laugh in his throat.

Fa Rutian, the great scientist who stood at the top of the Pyramid of Innocence, was jealous of even his own son.

This slap is not only jealousy of his son Fa Ziqing, but also a counterattack because of the shock caused in his heart by the page that he can't calculate!

Fa Rutian just felt that his position had been challenged at that moment, so simple, and so fucked.

It's just that Fa Ziqing still can't figure it out, why can a person be so unbearable? Is it selfish? No, it's definitely not just selfish.

Fa Ziqing obviously hasn't heard Dafang's sentence yet: People have instincts, but only instincts, they are not people.

What Fa Ziqing still doesn't know, or what he doesn't want to know, is that his father Fa Rutian is just one, downright beast.

And it is more likely that Fa Ziqing's subconscious, which has been hidden in his heart, has been subtly telling him that there is no point in retaliating against a beast.

Fa Ziqing also thought of his wife, Fang Rulan had said something to him at the moment of leaving.

"Do you know how your dad said you in front of me?"

"He said you're an incompetent trash, and that his abilities in bed must be much better than yours. Hehe, hahaha, this is your father, I have always wondered if he is his own father, if so, then your father is a brute! And you! But I still don't dare to resist it! You are more cowardly than it! You coward! ”

Fa Ziqing still can't forget Fang Rulan's face at that time, it was an indescribable face.

Yes, that question has been lingering in Fa Ziqing's heart: Am I his own child?

Unfortunately, the answer is yes.

Fa Ziqing himself has held Fa Rutian's hair more than once and made genetic comparisons, but each time the results are consistent with each other.

Fa Ziqing continued to sit in front of the bed, staring blankly at the cold moon rising outside the window.