My name is Qi Haoyu, and I was born in a family that many people envy.

My father is the chairman of Haoyu Group, and my name is based on the name of the group, which shows that my father attaches great importance to me.

Since I was a child, I don't know what trouble is.

My father also raised me according to the elite line since I was a child, and I was destined to become an elite person in high society.

That's what my parents told me since I was a child, and that's what I've always thought.

But when I was nine years old, something big happened.

My younger brother Qi Haoxuan came to this world, and the world says that brothers work together, and their profits are gold.

I also wished for my brother's arrival, but his arrival brought disaster to me.

I don't know why my mother died in childbirth when my family was so rich, I have never been able to figure it out.

When my mother was leaving, she was holding my hand, and it hurt me very much, and I didn't understand what death meant at that time.

But I always remember what my mother said, let me take care of my younger brother, it is my responsibility as an older brother.

From that day on, the trajectory of my life changed.

I could still go to an aristocratic school, but I was put in a dormitory.

My classmates also dared to bully me, and the first time I went home, I told my dad about it, and he just said that he knew, telling me that a man should have his own ability, and he didn't care about me.

And the first time I went home, I also saw my younger brother who was still in his infancy.

He's so little that he cries all the time when he sees me.

Thinking of my mother's words, I tried my best to tease him, and then he laughed.

On the first weekend without a mother, the presence of my younger brother made me feel like I still had relatives.

When I was teasing my younger brother, I found that my brother's little eyes were full of flattery, as if he could speak, and he was a little afraid to flatter, and I felt like that.

The younger brother still has a few marks on his arm.

I went and asked my dad and he said it was a birthmark.

I'm nine years old, and even if I'm not very smart, I know that my dad lied and someone bullied my brother, but I realized that my dad didn't spoil us anymore.

He loved his mother so much, he loved us.

But that was before, the first weekend I came back, there was an extra woman in the house, younger than my mother, but I felt that she was much uglier than my mother.

I started to get a little scared.

My mother told me to protect my brother, but I didn't dare to stay at home, I just wanted to escape.

I used to be flattered by everyone in school, but when I went back to school, I became a turtle with a shrunken head, and I started to try to read books that I didn't like to read.

Because I know that I will have nothing to rely on in the future.

Many adults say that as long as you study hard, you can have a good future.

I don't know if I have a good future, I look forward to growing up, looking forward to being able to support myself enough, and looking forward to one day being able to protect my younger brother.

A year later, I had a younger brother and a child with the same father but a different mother as me.

I don't like this brother, because his arrival has made my life even worse.

I'm 10 years old, and I'm still very timid, but I still insist on going home every weekend, and there is still a little life waiting for me at home.

That little life is my own brother, the first person he spoke to call was my brother, he couldn't call his father and mother until he grew up, but he always talked about his brother.

I just went back to tease him, but I didn't dare to call the shots for him, and I didn't have the ability to call the shots for him.

His skin is yellow and his body is very thin.

Every time I go back, my brother is very dirty, and I can smell the smell from afar, and I will carefully help my brother take a bath, his gaze is distressing.

He always cries in the shower, and I try to be careful but it still hurts him.

I was so afraid that when I got home, my brother would be gone.

When I was eleven years old, I was thinner than my peers, but I made a decision when my mother died.

I sneaked out of the house behind my brother's back, and I knew where the man was going to put the money, so I stole some of it.

I didn't go to school anymore, I kept walking after I left home with my brother on my back, I didn't know where I was going, but I was really afraid that my brother would die.

Because every time I go back on the weekend, my brother's condition gets worse and worse.

I was eleven years old and my brother was three.

I took him to the big restaurant, I ate a lot, and I cried while eating.

My brother was holding a big chicken leg in one hand, and his mouth was full of oil, while wiping my tears with his oily hands.

I didn't have a plan, so I took my younger brother to wander the streets, and my family in Yunhai had a certain influence, and I thought that if that man was really looking for us, he would have found it a long time ago.

No one looked for us, and when the money was gone, I took my younger brother to ask for food, pick up garbage to eat, live on park benches, and live in bridges and caves.

One time I had a high fever, I don't know how many degrees I burned, I felt like I was going to die.

My brother was crying on top of me, and he told me to stand up, and he said he was scared.

I can't die, thank God I survived.

After surviving that high fever, I began to hate the world, in fact, I had already begun to hate, and I hated this city.

I left the sea of clouds with my brother and went to another city, and without the intervention of that man, my brother and I were sent to an orphanage by well-wishers.

I couldn't believe anyone, but gradually I found that the orphanage was okay, there was food to eat, and there were people to take care of my younger brother.

Even if some aunts have a bad temper, they will not deliberately hurt me and my brother, and I still have the opportunity to study and go to school.

I worked very hard and my grades were always good, because my brother and I had a better time in the orphanage.

In the high school exams, I was admitted to a prestigious school with excellent grades, and I knew that the good days of my brother and I were getting closer and closer.

My results have been recognized by all walks of life, and I have also received a sum of money.

I gave most of it to an orphanage, without which I would not have been able to go to school, and without the orphanage my brother and I would have died long ago.

With the rest of the money, I bought my brother new clothes and toys that he always wanted.

It was the happiest day for me and my brother, and my life finally dawned.

But on the first day of my university, a thunderbolt fell on me.