After my epilepsy, the entire entertainment industry shunned me like a snake or a scorpion.

Meng Shuo looked at the now stubborn Meng Yi, as if he had just met him for the first time.

"Meng Yi, wake up!" He could no longer bear it, and tightly grasped Meng Yi's shoulders with both hands and shook him, trying to stop him from falling into depravity. "Mom is gone, she wouldn't want to see you like this!"

Meng Yi was like a soulless walking corpse, with only an empty shell left. No matter how much Meng Shuo tried to persuade him, he did not respond at all.

It was not until Meng Shuo mentioned his mother that his empty and numb eyes gradually began to focus.

He tilted his head, his eyes falling on Meng Shuo's hand that was tightly grasping his shoulder, and he waved his hand away mercilessly.

"roll!"

Meng Yi held back a bit of his strength so as not to actually hurt Meng Shuo.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs!"

His attitude was so tough that Meng Shuo laughed twice at an inappropriate time as he stared at his empty hand.

No matter what, Meng Shuo couldn't associate this sinister, cold-blooded man in front of him with his brother who protected him in every way when he was a child.

Today's communication broke all the illusions Meng Shuo had created for himself, leaving him with no escape.

It turns out that he is the only one who has stayed in the past.

"Oh! Meng Yi, do you really think I want to take care of you?" Meng Shuo took a deep breath and stabbed him in the heart. "If Dad hadn't asked me to take good care of you, I wouldn't care about you even if you died out there!"

"Don't mention him to me!"

Meng Yi clenched his fists and impulsively punched Meng Shuo directly.

Meng Shuo didn't dodge at all, just stood there and took his punch head-on.

Meng Yi, who has been doing fitness since he was a child, is a martial artist. He threw the punch impulsively without showing any mercy or holding back his strength.

The physical pain caused by the huge inertia and impact force is far less intense than the psychological pain.

Meng Shuo was hit so hard that he staggered back a few steps before he could stand firm.

It is said that you should not hit people in the face, but this punch directly disfigured Meng Shuo's face.

The right side of his face was covered in a large red area, and blood could be seen seeping out of the skin at the corner of his mouth.

He spat on the ground, but what came out was a mixture of salty blood and saliva.

Seeing the bloodstains on the ground, both of them were stunned for a moment.

A barely perceptible nervousness flashed across Meng Yi's face. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, but after meeting Meng Shuo's cold gaze, he withdrew his hand unnaturally.

The latter subconsciously reached out and touched the corner of his mouth.

A slight stinging sensation of pulling came, which made Meng Shuo frown instantly.

There was a little blood on his fingertips, and he sneered at himself.

It seems that I have come here in vain because of my meddling in other people's business.

"whatever."

Unable to persuade him, Meng Shuo shut up.

No matter what decision he makes in the future, it will have nothing to do with me.

He pulled an old pocket watch from his neck, and as if in a fit of anger, threw it to the ground without any nostalgia.

The old item could not withstand the test to begin with, and the lid and dial fell apart instantly after he threw it so hard.

Meng Shuo slammed the door and left. His subordinates, who heard the noise, broke in without permission because they were worried about his safety and afraid that something might happen.

As soon as the woman came in, she saw the house was in a mess.

"Get out!"

They were scolded as soon as they entered the door and had to leave in shame.

Meng Yi was the only one left in the living room. He stood there for a long time, until the sun set, until the fireflies began to glow, and until the cicadas stopped chirping.

The pocket watch on the ground had stopped ticking. He took two steps forward, but his legs became numb from standing for so long, and he suddenly went limp and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Boom!

Kneeling on one knee on the ground, Meng Yi reached out to take the broken pocket watch.

The bronze pocket watch was engraved with delicate reliefs and floral and bird patterns, and the outer shell was inlaid with agate and shells. The workmanship was exquisite and sophisticated. Although it was an old item from twenty years ago, its workmanship was still as good as those in recent years. He also had a similar pocket watch, which was a hundred-day gift from his mother.

On the inside of the pocket watch cover is a photo of their family of four.

In the yellowed photos, everyone's faces gradually become blurred with the erosion of time.

The mother's face has lost its original color due to being touched, but you can still see that the owner protects her very carefully.

Because pocket watches are fragile, they are bound to be damaged by bumps and collisions when worn frequently. The fact that they are preserved so well shows that they are well stored. However, people often take them out to look at them, so you can tell at a glance that they are very cherished.

Meng Shuo brought it here today, probably because he wanted to ease the rift between the brothers.

Meng Yi picked up the debris on the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

……

After coming out of the apartment, Meng Shuo went home with a bruised face.

Meng Xiang, who was sitting on the sofa in her nightgown and eating fruit from a fruit plate, heard the door open and immediately stood up to greet him in surprise. However, her expression changed instantly after seeing the wound on Meng Shuo's face.

"Uncle, what happened to you?!"

Meng Xiang hurriedly put down what he was holding and ran over. When he saw the bleeding corner of Meng Shuo's mouth and the bruised right cheek, he was so scared that he didn't know what to do.

Meng Shuo, who had just been rejected by Meng Yi, came home and saw Meng Xiang was worried about him. He finally showed the most sincere smile of the day. He pulled the corner of his mouth that was aching and said, "It's okay."

"What do you mean it's okay? You're already so badly injured!"

Meng Shuo didn't think it was a big deal. It was just a minor skin injury. She was making a big fuss about it.

"It's okay, it just looks a little serious."

I have seen a lot of ups and downs over the years, and it's just a minor injury. If I had known that my return would make her make such a fuss, I would have hidden outside for a few days.

Meng Xiang chattered like a little adult, saying a lot, and then he found the first aid kit from the cabinet in the living room, and found disinfectant cotton swabs and medicine in it.

"No, I'm not that delicate."

Meng Shuo raised his hand to block and rejected Meng Xiang's kindness.

"No, what if my face is disfigured?"

Meng Xiang took the cotton swab dipped in medicine and pushed it against Meng Shuo's face with a tough attitude.

It would be unreasonable to refuse again, so Meng Shuo had no choice but to sit quietly on the sofa and let Meng Xiang control him.

When I dipped the cotton swab in iodine, it felt cool at first, but later on the wound felt like it was burning.

But for Meng Shuo, this little pain was just like playing house.

Instead, Meng Xiang was standing next to him, grinning with a very expressive look.

"I'm the one who's hurt, why are you hissing?"

He looked at Meng Xiang with a smile on his face, and felt a rare sense of relaxation being with her.

Meng Xiang saw that Meng Shuo was beaten black and blue, but he seemed to be in a good mood.

She asked cautiously, "Uncle, did you go to fight with others?"

Meng Shuo opened his eyes: "Yeah."

"Did you win?"

"No, I was the one who got beaten."