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When I was sick, my parents sat on both sides of the bed, asking about the health, my mother peeled the fruit, and my father talked about some funny trifles at work.

But these happiness seem to be very blurred. It has been too long, and Yan Chuyang can't remember clearly.

All he could remember was that his grandma was sick in bed, and he looked at his closest person almost desperately, slowly losing consciousness and leaving himself.

At that time, it was only him.

Yan Chuyang stood stiffly outside the door, watching them chatting and laughing, he didn't know how to step forward, because he felt that he was an outsider who didn't fit in, but in fact he was an outsider originally.

After standing for a long time, Fang Jingshu's husband suddenly saw the person standing at the door, his expression changed, and he hurriedly poked Fang Jingshu's arm.

The woman turned her head, saw that it was Yan Chuyang, her face was serious, and she showed a bitter look, she put down the fruit knife and walked in front of Yan Chuyang, crying and complaining: "Why did you come here now, you know that your brother was injured just now?" How big a crime is it?"

How much did you suffer?Yan Chuyang raised his eyes to look at the ruddy boy on the bed, and really couldn't imagine what kind of pain he had experienced just now.

Fang Jingshu leaned in front of the boy, reaching out to touch him, Wei Qing pulled him away one step ahead of her, pulled him behind him, looked at the woman and said, "Are you Yan Chuyang's mother?"

Fang Jingshu's eyes flickered, she stared at Wei Qing for a while, then suddenly raised her voice and said, "Ah, you are the rich friend of our Chuyang, right?"

Wei Qing's forehead twitched, and he turned to look at Yan Chuyang.

The boy quickly waved his hand: "I didn't say that, I never told anyone that I knew you."

"It's not what he said." Fang Jingshu smiled and said, "It was when I went back to my hometown to pack my things some time ago, saw Wei Yuan, and heard him say that he said that you had a good life and that you met a rich man. Friends, you don’t have to worry about spending money anymore.”

Yan Chuyang frowned: "What are you doing back home?"

Fang Jingshu snorted, raised her hand and brushed the hair beside her ears, and sighed helplessly: "A while ago, your younger brother's condition relapsed and he lived in the hospital every day. It cost too much money. I had no choice but to go back to my hometown. Thinking about packing up the things in my hometown, temporarily selling your grandma's house, and raising some money first..."

"Fang Jingshu!" Yan Chuyang suddenly raised his voice and interrupted her in disbelief, "That's the only thing grandma left me. It's not your house. How dare you think about selling it!"

Fang Jingshu's complexion changed, she pursed her lips and said, "Didn't I not sell it in the end? I thought you were nostalgic, and maybe you didn't want to, so I didn't move."

Yan Chuyang shook his head in disbelief: "Grandma is seriously ill, you haven't been back for a day, and you didn't even go to see her when she died. You have already reached this point, how can you still have the face to think about her house? my mother?"

The woman's face darkened, she curled her lips and said, "Your grandma is gone, the house is empty and no one lives there, I'm thinking..."

"You don't have to think about it." Yan Chuyang said coldly, "That house is mine, and no one can touch it without my consent."

Fang Jingshu said with a gloomy face: "Then what do you want me to do? Your younger brother is currently sick. It is a chronic skin disease. It recurs repeatedly. The hospital expenses cost a lot of money. I can't pay it. You are my son. You are my son now. I have grown up, I have money, I am in trouble, if you don’t help me, who will help me?”

Yan Chuyang snorted coldly: "When I grew up, I remembered looking for me. When I was a teenager and needed someone to take care of me, why didn't you show up?"

Fang Jingshu's face turned pale from being choked, and she hesitated for a long time: "Then what do you want me to do? At that time, your younger brother was just born, and he was still so young and weak. I had to take care of him, why...how I can take care of you."

Yan Chuyang's nose was sore: "Yes, I can't take care of it. When I was 13 years old, I had nowhere to go and ran to your house to ask you to borrow money. You didn't even dare to show your face, and you directly entrusted the neighbors to blow me away."

Fang Jingshu raised her head abruptly: "What's the matter, I really didn't know you were here at the time, your brother was always crying, and the noise in the room was so loud, I didn't even hear you calling me!"

Yan Chuyang smiled wryly and shook his head, took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it over: "There is 10 in it, I don't know how much you need, but [-] is already my limit, I can only help you for the time being." You are so much."

Fang Jingshu's eyes lit up, she quickly took it, stuffed it into her pocket in a hurry, and said to Yan Chuyang, "Son, where did you get so much money? Have you graduated now? Have you started working yet?"

Yan Chuyang snorted: "I'm a junior now, don't you even know where I went?"

"Eh..." Fang Jingshu looked embarrassed, and hurriedly explained, "I know which university you are in, it is the best art academy in Songcheng, right? I also said, let your brother learn more from you, and in the future Just like you, become a capable person."

Yan Chuyang looked at the boy who had been sitting silently by the bedside.

Eleven or twelve years old, looks somewhat similar to him, wearing glasses, with weak writing, one can tell at a glance that he is a child who was held in the palm of his hand and pampered and grew up.

Teenage, as old as he was then.

It's just that when he was a teenager, what he faced was the loneliness and fear of a person, and what this person faced was the pampering of the whole family.

But fortunately, he was not considered a loner at that time, at least he had a grandma who loved him.

So what if he had no parents, he survived well.

"Son." Fang Jingshu leaned over to grab Chuyang's arm again.

Wei Qing blocked it in time and protected him behind him.

Fang Jingshu hung her hands in the air without embarrassment, and finally continued with a forced smile: "Son, what kind of job are you doing? How do you earn so much money? What are you going to complain about? Think about your father. "Speaking, Fang Jingshu pointed to the man who had been sitting beside him and looked at him honestly, and said, "You dad, you are still working for someone in the factory, earning a dead wage..."

"He's not my dad." Yan Chuyang interrupted her calmly.

He was five years old when his father died, and he had already remembered.

He still has a memory of the word dad.