"The tea is getting better and better."

The little Fu Xun who said that the big men were not afraid of scars gradually overlapped with the man who took a sip of the teacup in front of him.

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

Hear the words.

Fu Yu glanced at Fu Xun.

"What about you and my tea-making boy?"

The tone of blame is not the slightest hint of blame.

Fu Xun snorted and stopped speaking.

There were similar traces of blood between the brothers' eyebrows, and they looked at each other, as if they were back on the night of the hospital—

The corridor was full of people, and the smell of disinfectant water was on the nose.

Fu Xun finished sewing the stitches, with white gauze wrapped around his head, sitting on the rest chair, Fu Xun handed over the bread and water he had just bought, Fu Xun was not polite, he reached out and tore it open and ate it.

"When did it start?"

Fu Ji turned his head sideways to look at his younger brother, who was gulping bread, and asked him when his father started beating him.

"I can't remember, I think I have a memory."

Fu Xun's voice was not light, and his tone was an understatement, but Fu Xun's heart was shocked and uncomfortable, and he only felt that his throat was dry.

"Why didn't you tell your mother?"

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

Fu Yu was silent for a while, and he suddenly remembered the time he went to find his stepmother before.

The envelope sent by the private investigator mentioned:

After marrying the second wife, he pampered the second wife in every way, affectionately and made up for all the guilt of the first wife.

Father Fu put on a gentle and good husband skin, and deceived her like this.

The woman who fell in love with all her heart didn't even care about her own son, she only felt that her son was too naughty and mischievous, undisciplined, and would only make her husband angry, and she wouldn't know that all the dark side of her husband was left to her son.

Fu Yu asked, "Haven't you thought about revenge?" ”

Fu Xun took a break from the milk, raised his head, and looked at Fu Yu without hesitation: "Of course, I want to kill him in my dreams." ”

"Fu Xun."

Fu Yu suddenly called his brother's name and looked at him: "Come with me to study in the United States, there is an application for an exchange student quota in the school, and my classmate's family has a relationship, I will ask him to help you apply for a place too, and then I will also find a way to get my father to agree, let's leave here first." ”

No way.

Fu Yu and Fu Xun have the same idea, but at present, they are too young, one has no economic foundation, and the other has no social connections, so they can't do anything.

So the best way is to leave and go to a place out of Fu's father's reach.

Fu Xun: "Why did you help me?" ”

Xiao Fu Ji's eyes were full of sincere family affection at that age, and he replied without hesitation: "You are my younger brother, shouldn't I help you?" ”

"Cut."

Fu Xun sneered pretentiously, turned his head, and tried his best to hide his touched face.

After a long time.

Fu Xun still rejected Fu Ji.

"I can't go, my mom is still here, I must expose the true face of that beast, and I will take my mom with me if I want to go."

Fu Ji still wanted to persuade something.

I heard Fu Xun say to him: "Fu Yu, when I persuade my mother to divorce him, I will go to the United States to find you, you have to take me in." ”

Fu Yu said, "Okay." ”

Then he reacted: "Wait, you just called me by name?" You should call me brother. ”

Fu Xun was right.

"The ghost Lao Tzu just shouted, I'm two years younger than you, okay, I won't shout."