Without disturbing Li Yinhang on the bed, the two of them were wrapped in cold air and got back into the bed.
Nan Zhou's body slowly recovered with the help of Jiang Fang.
However, he was not in a good mood.
He was thinking about Xie Xiangyu's words.
Before, he had not thought about this issue very seriously.
Xie Xiangyu made him have to think.
What if... Brother Fang and Yinhang knew their identities.
Will they care
Nan Zhou rolled over.
He doesn't like to hide.
Before, he felt there was no need to say it.
Now, he admits that he cares a little bit.
It's just about himself, Nan Zhou doesn't know how to speak, and he doesn't know how to say it.
In the darkness, Jiang Fang has been watching Nan Zhou's back.
Nan Zhou was obviously unhappy.
Jiang Fang could probably guess the reason.
After a long, gentle gaze, Jiang Fang took a few deep breaths silently, and after doing enough psychological construction, he raised his hand.
— He loosened his choker's chain.
Choker slid down the pillow along his streamlined shoulder and neck, and the silver chain made a fine sound, attracting Nan Zhou's attention.
Nan Zhou leaned over slightly: "Have you not slept yet?"
Jiang Fang laughed softly.
Nan Zhou: "… Ah. Me too."
Jiang Fang got closer, and his warm breath brushed against his side neck.
He smiled and said, "If you can't sleep, let me tell you a bedtime story."
Nan Zhou turned over: "Well. You... "
He suddenly realized that Jiang Fang's choker was no longer in place.
The faint moonlight outside the window sprinkled on Jiang Fang's body, highlighting the graceful lines and white luster of his neck.
Perfect.
But on top of that perfection, there were a few dark hazes.
Jiang Fang didn't seem to understand the question in Nan Zhou's eyes, and started his story on his own:
"Do you know why my name is Jiang Fang?"
Nan Zhou curiously wanted to touch, but Jiang Fang intercepted his wrist halfway.
"...Jiang is my mother's last name. My father's name is Cruz Montoloca."
Saying that, Jiang Fang pulled his wrist and guided him to put his index finger on the haze around his neck.
Jiang Fang's half-closed eyes were trembling slightly, and the fist of the other hand was hot.
He resisted the shame in his heart and the strong urge to cover up his imperfection, and showed him the side of his neck completely, and Nan Zhou rubbed the tattoo on the side of his neck curiously with his fingertips.
Jiang Fang tried his best to calm his emotions, and said warmly, "His initials are like this."
—Kap;ap;M.
With his fingertips, Nan Zhou felt the tattoo on his neck and the pale red scar hidden by the tattoo.
The skin under the fingertips was warm and soft, but only the skin there felt tight and stagnant because of the scars.
Jiang Fang said softly, "It has been many years since he died."
Nan Zhou pressed his tattoo and rubbed it lightly, trying to relieve his strange tension: "You engraved your name here, do you love him very much?"
Jiang Fang: "Yes, I love him very much."
"... However, my love is no match for my mother in any way."
…
Jiang Fang's childhood was very happy.
He had long forgotten his father's occupation, because in his limited memory, his father was so omnipotent.
The family lives next to a small church in Kiev Oblast.
My father had no particular religious beliefs.
His only religion is his family.
His father took him to the World Stamp Fair and taught him to ask the guide in simple German about the history of the old stamp he was interested in.
The father would pick up Jiang Fang from the elementary school after get off work. After the father and son shared a Kiev patty on the street, they pulled the hook and did not tell their mother, and then went home holding hands.
His father likes ice hockey, and when his mother refuses to buy him a ticket, he will hold his mother's arm like a child and act like a spoiled child.
In Jiang Fang's impression, his father is a rich, vivid and energetic Ukrainian youth.
He is gentle, cheerful, and always likes to laugh.
In contrast, Jiang Fang's childhood impression of his mother is very simple.
He only remembered that she was beautiful.
It's the kind of beauty that everyone praises.
Also, she loved her father very, very much.
As a child, Jiang Fang thought this was a great thing.
One year on Valentine's Day, my mother got angry because she didn't hear "Happy Valentine's Day" from my father, and deliberately made the dishes louder.
Mr. Cruz, who wanted to leave the confession in the evening, offered to go on a date, but was turned down by an angry mother.
The younger son had just finished his cereal when Mr. Crutz walked out of the kitchen.
He raised his head and asked in Ukrainian like a little adult, "Is our angel angry?"
Mr. Crutz: "It seems so."
The younger son said: "100 hryvnia. I will help you get the angel back."
Mr. Crutz laughed. "Oh, what did I hear? It's the best deal."
Mr. Luodoka, the eight-year-old Jiang Fang patted his waist, turned back to the room, quickly changed into a small suit, took a rose, and walked into the kitchen.
"Young beauty," he said loudly, "please buy this flower in my hand."
Ms. Jiang turned around and saw her son's outfit, she couldn't help smiling: "Sir, please tell me, what is the reason for me to buy this flower?"
Jiang Fang said seriously, "I can get the money and give it to my father, so he can take you out on a date."
His mother patted his head with a smile, looked up at Mr. Cruz, who was standing behind him, smiling, with a touch of blush on his cheeks.
Jiang Fang had seen the best love in the world in her eyes.
Therefore, he has imagined since he was very young, in the future, if he has a lover, how to treat him and how to make him happy every day.
This kind of nickname for his lover was also taught to him by his father.
His father told him that love with any gender is a gift from the god of love.
When it comes to gifts, show them boldly and praise them so as to live up to them.
Jiang Fang's yearning for this gift ended when he was twelve years old.
That should have been a pleasant summer parent-child mountaineering.
A sudden storm ruined it.
Mr. Cruz, who noticed the changes in the sky, noticed the abnormality in advance when he was about to reach the top of the mountain.
The experienced former president of the mountaineering club hurriedly took his son down the most convenient mountaineering trail that he was familiar with.
He was worried that the rain would be heavy, they would not be able to go home tonight, and his wife, who had never stayed at home alone after marriage, would be worried.
But Mr Crutz's forecast for the weather went horribly wrong.
Halfway through, they just hit the pouring rain.
While encouraging Xiao Jiangfang, who was depressed because of his failure to reach the summit, he used most of the rain gear to shield him from the wind and rain, and went down the wet mountain road all the way.
Perhaps because he cared too much about his son, Mr. Cruz, who was walking on the side of the mountain abyss, stepped on a puddle of wet mud, and the soles of his feet slipped.
He hurriedly stretched out his foot and stepped on a piece of land on the edge of the cliff.
However, after heavy rain and wind erosion, the land has long been soft and unusually soft.
His body fell uncontrollably towards the bottom of the cliff!
Xiao Jiangfang's heart was suddenly empty, and he subconsciously grabbed his father's arm.
But he overestimated his power.
The father and son fell into a deep valley together.
Jiang Fang's body was small, and the vines on the edge of the cliff saved his life.
But the bushes of vines couldn't save his father's plummeting body.
Jiang Fang was hung about ten meters from the top of the cliff, and his entire body was suspended above the Baizhang high cliff.
His cheeks were smeared with blood, and his arms and legs were bruised to varying degrees, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't move at all.
He didn't dare to move.
Even if it was only a slight movement, the vines rooted in the rock rustled down a large swath of soil and poured it over his hair.
So, all he can do is wait.
Rescue team three days after mother reported missing --gt;gt;
came later.
Jiang Fang barely survived the hellish 72 hours by eating the roots of plants, drinking turbid rainwater, and singing to himself.
The torn body of his father was only found from the bottom of the cliff a week later.
Mother cried so hard she almost fainted.
She refused to go through any formalities, refusing to admit that the lifeless body in front of her was her husband.
Eventually, she screamed and was pulled for a valium shot.
Jiang Fang's tears almost dried up on the edge of the cliff.
So now he just froze, signing the corpse confirmation form with trembling bandaged hands.
But in the middle of the night, when awakened by a strong anxiety, when she came to the bathroom and saw her mother hanging in the air, Jiang Fang still cried.
He rushed up to hug his mother's feet, and with all his strength, he lifted her up.
Jiang Fang exhausted all his strength.
Because he still remembered that because he failed to hold his father, he had no father.
The mother tied the knot.
Fortunately, Jiang Fang's rescue this time was successful.
The mother was lying on the ground in a drowsy state, breathing lightly, as if trying to suffocate herself to death.
Jiang Fang didn't dare to cry too loudly, but just knelt in front of her mother, covering the dazzling rope on her throat, twitching her shoulders, letting her tears fall to the floor drop by drop.
"Don't leave me." He sobbed softly, "Mom, don't leave me."
The mother's eyes were hollow and she could not see him. Only muttering his father's name.
Miss Jiang, who lost her loved one, was taken away from her soul.
She was soon fired from the supermarket where she worked for prolonged and unexcused absenteeism.
The family lost its only income.
While my father was a staunch dashing lifeist, he did not purchase any insurance and only had a passbook on hand.
- Jiang Fang's university funds.
These days, medical bills, and rescue money for hiring a search-and-rescue team, quickly blow through the money for the future.
Jiang Fang found out after calculation that his tuition fee was gone.
Moreover, if there is no income, they will not be able to survive this winter in Ukraine.
I can't go to school.
So, 12-year-old Jiang Fang decided to drop out of school, forged an identity certificate, and started his working career.
Jiang Fang thought that he would spend this most difficult time with his mother.
When my mother cheers up, she will definitely have a chance to go to school.
But Jiang Fang could not have imagined that his mother's love was neither warm nor eternal.
It's overflow, it's excess, it's a never-ending burn.
Soon, she became obsessed with anything that could numb her.
Tobacco, alcohol, illegal drugs.
Jiang Fang noticed his mother's depravity when he found that the money he took home had never been deposited into the bankbook.
At first, he seriously persuaded his mother.
At first, the mother also listened to the persuasion.
She cried bitterly, apologized to Jiang Fang, kept telling her love for her father, saying that this kind of love would torture her crazy, and that she still did not believe that her father had left.
Jiang Fang stayed by her side and shed tears with her.
As a result, this cycle does not terminate.
The mother is still repeating the life of alcoholism.
Bad life - painful confession - pouring out her unending love - continuing to indulge.
During the protracted reincarnation, Jiang Fang slowly stopped crying.
He learned to hide money.
But my mother also learned to steal.
He learned to hide money outside and not take it home.
The mother learned to use credit, and let the debt collectors come to the door, forcing Jiang Fang to take out his wallet.
Their days lived like they were torturing each other, but they couldn't let go.
Jiang Fang was reluctant to let go of the warmth of childhood.
His father left and his mother became like this, how could he not care
someday.
Because of his face and smile, Jiang Fang received a large tip and happily took it home, but as soon as he entered the door, he kicked down a half-empty wine bottle.
Dishes and vomit piled up in the sink.
Mother was leaning on the edge of the sofa, not awake, and her thoughts were chaotic.
Jiang Fang endured it, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the sink.
However, smelling the strong smell of alcohol in the house, Jiang Fang finally couldn't bear it any longer.
He turned the faucet to maximum and said to his mother, "Mom, forget about Dad."
"I don't want you to be harmed by alcohol. ... In this world, you not only have dad, but also me."
"please."
There was no response from behind.
Jiang Fang lowered his head and continued to wash the dishes, trying to give his mother enough time to think.
However, when he finished washing the dishes, wiped the water off his hands, and turned around, he was shocked to find—
His mother stood coldly behind him, holding a fruit knife that still had the juice of the apples in it overnight.
Mother is a beauty.
Beauty with disheveled hair, still beauty.
However, the mother that day was like a ghost.
Her piercing scream, and the sharp and cold edge against his neck, successfully created countless nightmares for Jiang Fang in the years to come.
"It was you who killed him, why do you want me to forget him?!"
"Have you forgotten about him?!"
"Remember me! Remember!"
She pressed her son's head to the chopping board, grabbed his hair, and carved his father's initials on the side of his neck with a fruit knife.
As long as she leaned a little bit, or started a little harder, Jiang Fang might not have to see her like this again.
Jiang Fang quietly crouched on the chopping board, without resistance, as if waiting for rescue between the cliffs, waiting for his fate to come.
…Unfortunately, no.
Mother threw down the fruit knife stained with fresh blood, grabbed her hair tightly, and walked back and forth in the room nervously.
Jiang Fang slowly got up, sat on the cold and hard floor, pulled the kitchen paper, and wiped the blood-stained collarbone a little.
It was useless, he thought.
About ten minutes later, his mother came over with a cigarette and led him out the door for the first time.
In a shady corner of a nearby block, she found a Chinese tattoo shop without a business license.
She pushed Jiang Fang, who was still bleeding, inside.
The gloomy pretty face of the guest and the embarrassed child pushed in front of her shocked the tattoo artist who was smoking.
He asked, "…Guest, do you have any needs?"
Mother's hand holding the cigarette trembled terribly.
Her dark red lips shrugged white smoke, covering her eyes with a misty barrier.
It seemed that she could completely block her sight in this way, and she couldn't see the blood dripping from Jiang Fang's neck in front of her.
"He misses his father so much."
"Make this name a tattoo for him."
Because there is no license, there are not so many taboos and rules here, just do it for money.
Seeing that Jiang Fang did not express any objection, the tattoo artist did not ask many questions.
"There's a lot of nerves on this side of the neck," he hinted. "It's going to hurt a lot."
Seeing that there was no response from the guests and children, he had to start preparing tools silently.
Jiang Fang was lying on the sterilized bed, showing no response to the thin blade pierced into his neck by a needle, as if he was very insensitive.
The tattooist praised him softly: "Brave boy."
Jiang Fang's long eyelashes blinked, and the whole person looked a little dumb, like a beautiful puppet: "Thank you."
That day happened to be Jiang Fang's 14th birthday.
A few days later, while still wearing a bandage on his neck and serving dishes in a restaurant, he was spotted by the second owner of an underground casino.
After two weeks of special training, Jiang Fang touched a pink peach heart-shaped tear at the corner of his eye and looked at himself in the mirror.
The bunny girl is very satisfied with her work: "How about it, looks good?"
Jiang Fang smiled and turned back, the smile in his eyes was so sincere that it was a little hypocritical: "It's beautiful. Thank you, sister."
After giving up the plan to redeem her mother with spirit, Jiang Fang thought, at least give her the best life.
He began to find his own way of survival from the cracks. :,