Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Chapter 220 Extra - Fan Qiheng

If everyone's life can be redeemed, then even the most imperfect beginning will have a happy ending.

There are so many unfortunate people in the world, which shows that salvation is one in a million, and I am that one in a million. I have my own salvation - my grandmother.

I was born in the countryside, a poor place where I only had five yuan of pocket money a year.

That’s right, five yuan a year.

My brother and I are very different.

Before I was born, my brother enjoyed the love of his parents and a happy family life, so his feelings for his parents are much deeper than mine. However, the few memories of my parents in my childhood are all very "impressive".

The mother my brother talks about is like a stranger to me.

I have never visited my biological mother who was crazy in a mental hospital. But my brother has been there many times. He went there secretly and came back secretly, but my grandmother and I knew about it but didn't expose it.

I know that grandma doesn't want to hurt a child's love for his mother, even if the other party is not a qualified mother.

I have always lived with my grandparents, accompanying my grandfather in selling buns and my grandmother in making marinade. I have seen the conditions at home getting better and better, and my two elders getting older and older.

Time is the fairest. No matter whether you are rich or poor, man or woman, it never stops for any creature. It just moves forward ruthlessly along its own trajectory, never looking back to see how many duckweeds have fallen under its feet.

When my grandfather passed away, I was sad, but I was also somewhat grateful that my grandmother was still alive.

I felt like the sky was falling until my grandma passed away.

Most of the time I was silent and ignored Fan Chao and Ji Lerong. It was not until my grandmother passed away that I began to hate them and developed immense hatred for the person who just provided sperm and gave me life.

After my grandmother’s funeral, I never saw that man again in my life, even though he was very old and even though he died with his eyes open.

When the man died, the brother went to the funeral.

When my brother asked me if I would go with him, I refused. Everyone around me, except my wife, tried to dissuade me, but I did not compromise in the end.

Many times I feel that I am ruthless, and I am not afraid of others saying that I am a ruthless person.

I live in my own world, not in the language and discussions of others.

Many people are born at the bottom of a well and only see the sky at the mouth of the well. The whole world they think of is just an obstacle that I need to step over. Why should I care about what they say?

I have two children. Although I prefer daughters in my heart, I have never treated my sons differently, just like my grandmother has never neglected either me or my brother.

I don't favor one child over the other because one is doing better, nor do I ignore one child because one is more likable. What I can give my two children is not only wealth and knowledge, but also rare fairness.

When my aunt passed away, I took my family to attend the funeral.

I even felt lucky that my aunt lived longer than that man, otherwise I really wouldn't want to look at him again.

At the funeral, I met my half-sister, the indirect murderer who caused my grandmother's death.

I saw her walk over and say shyly, "Second brother, long time no see."

I looked at her indifferently.

The cold face did not scare the other party away. She patted the little boy beside her and said:

"This is my second uncle. Many of the science fiction movies you like are produced by his company. In the future..."

I interrupted her and said:

"I don't even recognize my father, and you still want me to recognize you as my sister. That's ridiculous."

I saw my eldest brother coming over to smooth things over. I nodded to him, then left indifferently with the child.

I heard my son ask, "Dad, is that my aunt? Why have I never seen her before?"

I touched the two children's heads and said:

"That's not my aunt. The only relatives are my uncle and my cousin's family. Let's go and play with my cousin's brother. You met him the last time you went to Kyoto. Do you remember?"

"remember."

The cousin's family I am talking about is my aunt Fan Yu's daughter's family.

My brother talked to me many times. He always said that after all, we are family and we can’t lose contact for the rest of our lives.

I didn't say anything and didn't refute, but in my heart I was thinking, what's the point of not contacting them? I don't want to have relatives like them.

The person with the worst mental state has the best health. Everyone has passed away, but Qiumei is still alive. Over the years, she has moved from a mental hospital under forced supervision to a mental sanatorium. The expenses are shared by her brother and half-sister Qiu Niannian.

When my brother asked me to go with him to see Qiumei who was dying, I was very reluctant.

I still remember my brother saying:

"No matter what, she is our mother. She gave birth to us. Although she was not a good mother, I have no regrets seeing her before she died."

I said indifferently:

"What's the use of meeting once? It can't erase all these years of mutual indifference."

My brother said something I couldn't refuse:

"Come with me to see her, and I'll give you the phonograph that my grandmother gave me."

I thought I could meet Qiumei for my grandma's record player.

My brother and I went to the nursing home alone and saw the woman lying on the hospital bed. Her old face looked unfamiliar to me.

There was a woman sitting next to the bed, who looked somewhat like the young Qiumei.

Speaking of it, our fate is very similar because of this irresponsible pair of parents. The difference is that my brother and I were raised by our grandparents, while Qiu Niannian was raised by her grandparents.

I heard from my eldest brother that grandparents treated her very well. Now she is a teacher in a middle school and often comes to see Qiumei. It was she who sent the old couple of the Qiu family away.

Over the years, my brother seems to have been in contact with all those relatives I didn't want to care about. He even attended the funeral of my grandparents in name only. I can't help but sigh that he is really sick.

Seeing us come in, Qiu Niannian stood up and greeted us, saying:

"Brother, second brother, you are here. Mom seems to be much more awake now. After so many years of treatment, she has become more and more clear. Unfortunately, she is old now and her memory has declined. Her thinking and memory are stuck in the past."

I nodded slightly, accepting the title of second brother, but my eldest brother talked to the other party in a familiar manner.

Qiumei didn’t recognize my brother and me at all. She seemed to be looking at us with fear.

I saw my brother's tears falling, and I felt bored.

After seeing each other for the last time, I returned to Kyoto.

I heard from my brother that he and Qiu Niannian held the funeral together. Thinking about how my brother donated his gramophone so that I could live a life without regrets, I still transferred all the expenses needed for the funeral to my brother.

That emotionless number bears witness to my equally emotionless dedication.

My heart is small, I have few relatives, and even fewer people who can stir my mind.

I am such a cold-hearted person. There are not many people I can remember in my heart. My biological parents are not even as important in my heart as the brothers who started a business with me.

I am the mutated chromosome that has escaped the control of selfish genetic inheritance and bloodline constraints.