A sickly child turned into a rich family's only son

A concert with tens of thousands of people.

There were tens of thousands of people at the scene, and their light signs and glow sticks formed a sea of ​​lights. These people gathered here just for one person.

The real uncrowned king today.

I stand on the stage, looking at the sea of ​​people and the spotlight. Today is my battlefield and the dream I am fighting for.

I am the second child in the family. I have an older brother who is brilliant and outstanding, and a younger brother who is confident and steady.

Ever since I can remember, I have never been someone who can easily attract attention at home.

He is neither the eldest nor the youngest, neither the highly anticipated eldest son nor the youngest son with clear plans and definite goals.

My father's evaluation of me has always been: lukewarm, introverted, not decisive enough, not hardworking enough, no goals... In short, none of them are positive.

I have never been a person who strives to be the best. Or, in my opinion, my father's affirmation is not enough reason for me to strive to be the best and work hard.

At the beginning, I didn’t really admire my brother that much.

The one who truly admires his brother is Chengbei.

Maybe it's because birds of a feather flock together, they are alike, so Chengbei has admired his brother since he was a child and looks forward to his brother's return home every time.

My father spent most of his time on his career, while my mother focused her energy on her hobbies and beliefs.

The time when they are both especially gentle is when the elder brother comes home.

If the father paid special attention to the older brother because of his expectations for being the eldest son, then the mother seemed more like she was doing some social practice. She seemed to want to see what the older brother would eventually grow up like in such an environment.

The eldest brother attracted too much attention from everyone in the family, even the housekeeper and the servants.

The fact that everyone is praising his excellence doesn't stop me from being the only one who feels hypocritical.

He put himself in the shell of the eldest son and elder brother, being kind, righteous, polite, wise and trustworthy. He was courteous to his elders and kind to his brothers.

Whenever the eldest brother showed off in front of others, Chengbei would always look at him with sparkling eyes.

Although we two brothers knew that our eldest brother was still immature at that time and was largely pretending, this did not prevent Chengbei from admiring him.

Even though he knew his brother was pretending, Chengbei might have also exclaimed in admiration: He can pretend so well!

When did you change your opinion of your elder brother?

Maybe it was because I always played some little tricks to tease my older brother. I don’t know what the adults thought about it, but they probably thought I was just being naughty.

But only my brothers and I knew that it was not mischief, but my purest malice.

I quietly hid myself behind a pillar and watched my elder brother remain calm. The storm disappeared silently in his generous smile.

Then he grabbed me, dragged me into the fighting arena, and beat me up. He didn't care that my head and nose were bleeding. I don't know if my nose was broken by him.

He grabbed my hair, forced me to hunch over, lower my head to him, and listen to him.

He said, "Be a man! Do things honorably, especially when it comes to your brothers."

He grabbed my hair and I tried hard to look at his expression. I didn't understand what the relationship was between being upright and being brothers.

He wasn't in the mood to talk to me much, and the look on my face was as if he saw a cockroach in a sewer.

He let me go, and took a superior attitude. He looked much more pleasing to the eye after taking off his gentle and steady appearance.

My eldest brother walked away leisurely. The moment he walked out of the fighting arena, he turned into the dignified eldest son again, which made me feel sick.

Chengbei had been watching from the bottom of the ring. He looked at my miserable state, sneered mercilessly, and said with a grin, "You deserve it!"

Oh my goodness, these two disgusting, pretentious fellows are my brothers.

It's so disgusting.

I thought my brother would pretend to be a novice and admit his mistake to my parents first, but it turned out that I was overthinking it. And he was right! I was not worthy of it.

He has his pride!

My parents saw my miserable wounds, and my biological mother looked at me meaningfully and then said nothing, not even a word of concern.

Dad wanted to show some concern, but he knew that if he questioned his eldest brother, even in the gentlest manner, it would anger his eldest son.

So he could only torture me and talked to me for half the night. The general content was that I couldn't beat him, so I should just stay away from him.

Fucking parents, and disgusting brothers.

But the three of us still hang out together often. Maybe there is some strange attraction due to blood relationship. We are pretty good when those two are not disgusting.

I gradually began to understand where the worship of Chengbei came from.

He is really strong, with powerful learning ability, impeccable psychological quality, and comprehensive social skills. I once suspected that he might have some achievements to achieve.

Because his existence is like a bug.

The three of us are closely connected and yet mutually exclusive.

We often fight in private, but we know that each other is someone we can trust.

I often sit in a corner with headphones on, singing loudly to myself, imagining myself as an international superstar.

My family often called me a psychopath and even thought about taking me to see a doctor.

Only my eldest brother came to my side when I didn’t know and listened to my entire song. He said to me, “I didn’t expect you to have such talent. You sang well.”

I thought to myself that I should try to curse him less in my mind next time.

From then on, in order to cover for me, whenever I went to learn a musical instrument, he would accompany me, and Chengbei would always be the last one to arrive, reluctantly.

But Chengbei really has no talent and doesn’t have any of his elder brother’s spirit. The violin seems to be struggling in Chengbei’s hands.

From then on, my elder brother and I decided to torture Chengbei as little as possible, which would also free ourselves.

Later, my brother became busier and busier, and had more and more things to learn. I don’t know when it started, but I, like Chengbei, began to listen to him. It was as if he had completed his mission on me and accumulated trust and faith.

My brother was determined to become an adult, as if he was born to be an annoying adult.

However, as he became more and more adept at disguising himself, I gradually got used to it and no longer disliked him as much as before.

He once secretly raised many small animals at home, including rabbits, squirrels, chickens, turtles, and even snakes and ants. In his opinion, all non-human animals could be pets.

Since he was too busy, he often asked Chengbei and I to feed him. Chengbei and I often searched for our brother's hidden tasks in our large maze-like garden, and occasionally we would get scared.

Once during a New Year gathering, a relative from a poor family came to visit our house and killed my brother's squirrel with a slingshot.

In fact, in my opinion, the kid cannot be blamed entirely. The squirrel was raised by my brother like a fool. It gets close to people when it sees them. I don’t know how many troubles it has caused. It was all thanks to my and Chengbei’s negotiations, and the butler’s tolerance.