In the garden of one of the nine villas, a child dressed in either rich or noble clothes sat on a chair, holding his chin, frowning and looking ahead with a bitter face.

This child's name is Hong Fu, the villa behind is his home, his father Hong Sihai is the chairman of Sihai Group, and his mother is everyone's best girl, it stands to reason that such a family should be happy, but it is not so happy.

Sihai Group was originally a group with assets of billions, but in the past two years, its assets have been shrinking, and it is getting more and more serious.

At this time, Hong Fuxiao, who was curled up in the chair, had a sad face, aggrieved, and his mind was messy.

Half an hour ago, two servants in the living room were cleaning.

"Well, I heard that our owner's company is going out of business?"

"I also heard that Mrs. is very good to us, if this is the case, it is really unbearable, besides, the young master is still young, only thirteen years old. ”

"Do you still mention the young master? I heard that Mr. Hong's company was originally very large, and it was the leading enterprise in our province, and it was the number one in the whole country, because of the young master."

"Shut up Xiaohong, forget what Madame said!"

"Oh, I see, but really, Madame fell again today, alas. ”

"Alright, alright, don't say it, hurry up and get to work, Mr. is coming back. ”

The two of them immediately kept silent and went to clean up, and Hong Fu heard everything outside the door, and walked to the garden with his head in confusion.

I kicked off my shoes, curled up in a chair, held my face, and the words of the two servants just now sounded in my mind, my mother was injured again, is it because of me? How can this be, two days ago, my father's head was broken, although my father didn't say it, but I also knew that my classmates were far away from me, and the teacher was also disgusted with me. Did I do something wrong? Luckily, I still have my mom and dad.

A sparrow flew by, and a drop of bird feces fell straight down, and it happened that Hong Fu looked up slightly at the sunset that was about to fall in the distance, and the bird poop continued to fall, and finally dripped on Hong Fu's nose, snapped, and splashed out.

Hong Fu calmly stretched out his hand, took out a tissue, and wiped it slowly, he has encountered this situation a lot, since he can remember, bumping and bumping, burning and flirting, it often happens, but in recent years it has become more and more frequent, once a week in the past, and when it comes to elementary school, it is reduced by one day a year, until now, when the sixth grade of primary school is about to graduate, it is once a day, sometimes twice a day. Recently, it has even affected my parents, my classmates at school, and my best companions are now far away from me, only the little girl, but unfortunately she has moved.

"Kiki, are you okay?"

When the sun went down, Hong Fu put on his shoes expressionlessly, got up from his chair, and turned around and walked towards the villa.

The afterglow of the sky makes this villa look particularly heavy, just like Hong Fu's mood at this time. The oddities of this villa are obvious, it has no balcony, and there are no water chestnut protrusions, and if you look closely, you can see that this is not a problem with the design of the building, but has been remodeled at a later stage.

Hong Fu looked at the villa, his heart was warm, after being hit by something several times, the family moved here a few years ago and redecorated it. Mom likes to raise flowers on the balcony outside the window, and Dad also likes to drink tea on the balcony, but he abandons his habits and hobbies for himself.

Mom and Dad love to travel, and they met while traveling, but they haven't traveled for thirteen years.

Slowly walked into the living room, Hong Fu looked at the empty living room, walked to the sofa in front of the TV and sat down, turned on the TV with the remote control, and watched slowly.

His thoughts are not here, today is his grandfather's birthday, but he can wait at home for his parents to come back, he hasn't seen his grandfather for a few years, it's been two years. Since my grandfather fell a few times and went to the hospital twice, I haven't seen my grandfather again, and several uncles don't let me see each other, and I have quarreled with my mother several times, and the family is very unhappy.

The sky gradually darkened, the lights in the villa automatically turned on, Hong Fu took the remote control and flipped through the channel, looking at the air in front of him blankly.

The lonely figure is lonely and lonely, and the bright and spacious living room is filled with loneliness, which is mixed with a touch of sadness and confusion.

Why is he lonely, why he is confused, why is he sad, and what kind of pain this little boy has in his heart, perhaps only he knows and understands it.

A figure appeared in the innermost corridor of the living room, looking at the thin back in the living room, helpless and distressed in his eyes, and looking at the watch in the living room from time to time and feeling anxious.

She was anxious why Mr. and Madame hadn't come back, if they hadn't. The young master also won't eat.

This is a middle-aged woman, medium height, slightly blessed figure,

She thought about it for a long time, and finally stamped her foot and walked in the direction of the couch. The rustle of footsteps from the rubbing of shoes against the carpet breaks the gloom of loneliness in the living room.

"Young Master Fu, it's time to eat. The middle-aged woman walked up to Hong Fu's side and whispered.

Hong Fu raised his head, his confused eyes were unfocused, "Mother Wu, I'm not hungry." Shaking his head, he said, "Are Dad and Mom back?"

"Mr. and Mrs. haven't come back yet, if Young Master Fu doesn't eat, Mrs. will cry distressed when she sees it. Mother Wu said softly.

Hong Fu curled up on the sofa and nodded after a moment of silence.

Wu's mother was so happy that she even said that it was okay and went to prepare a meal.

In the restaurant, Hong Fu was eating one bite at a time, but the delicacies in front of him were bland and tasteless, and his heart was already in chaos. After drinking the soup in the bowl, he walked straight to his bedroom.

Hong Fu's bedroom is on the first floor, and since he fell down the stairs several times, Hong Fu's room has always been on the first floor. Walking into his room and sitting on a chair, Hong Fu stared blankly ahead.

"You broom star, we don't want to play with you. ”

"Hurry up, the bad luck is coming. ”

"Ah, I'm finally liberated, and I don't have to be in the same class as the unlucky guys. ”

The ridicule of his classmates, the cold eyes, the disgust, Hong Fu's distress, hatred, he hated himself, what was wrong, did he need God to punish himself?

looked at a book on the desk, smiled wryly and thought, maybe he was a big bad guy in his last life, maybe it was him?

On the desk was a book called Adolf Hitler. Perhaps, but are the hells of the West and the East connected? Or did they smuggle in?

Hong Fu teased himself comfortingly in his heart.

After half an hour, Hong Fu's mood gradually calmed down, put the book on the table on the bookcase next to him, and then took down a book and sat at the desk to read.

Flipping through the advanced mathematics in his hand, holding a pen and constantly writing and calculating, it is hard to think of a student who is about to graduate from elementary school, learning the knowledge of college, and is still in a state of nearing the end.

Since he was a child, Hong Fu was a demon with an IQ, but his test scores were a mess, he knew a lot and studied a lot, but no one except his family knew how demonic his talent was.

The bookcase in the bedroom is full of books, all fields, including some advanced knowledge, astronomy, mathematics, physics and chemistry, and miscellaneous science.

But it was such a demonic genius who was buried in the crowd of living beings.

It was late at night, Hong Fu put down his book, did eye exercises, turned off the lights and went to bed.