Kou Qiu stared at him blankly.

The man also looked at him with a deep look, unable to tell what was in it.

"Kou Qiu——"

He said that when he called this name, his thin lips touched up and down, and there was an inexplicable lingering smell.

"Your father asks me to see you."

......

Kou Qiu sat in place, his hands still on his knees, without any reaction.

The brain stops functioning and the thoughts turn into mucus.

He could only mechanically repeat the man's conversation, "My, father?"

"Yes," Huo Qi said, his eyebrows slightly frowned, "Your father is Kou Tianming."

He paused and said, "I'll pick you up and see him."

Kou Qiu was still sitting, his mind was in a mess. He said, "Mr. Huo, you must have made a mistake. I grew up in an orphanage and was abandoned there by my parents. How could I... How could I have a father who would come and pick me up?"

The light that lighted up when he heard these two words lasted for a moment, then went out again, and a fog was heavy.

He forced a smile.

"You... don't joke."

I won't have a father.

Where did my father come from?

But the voice in his heart was shouting in a mess, roaring, as if he was to tear him apart. Kou Qiu had to take a deep breath to suppress the rising hope. He lowered his head and suddenly rolled up his loose trouser legs, revealing his knees.

The scar on the head was still left with a scar that had not been completely healed after the operation, like a hideous centipede lying on the white, almost transparent skin.

"You saw it, too," he said softly, not sure whether he was convincing the man or convincing himself, "I am in this situation... so I was abandoned."

Kou Qiu doesn't complain, it's true.

Perhaps he once complained when he was very young. At that time, he tried to go to elementary school. The classmates carried good-looking new schoolbags, and they took out a tin pencil case with a 99 multiplication table printed on it. Kou Qiu didn't have those, and all he could take out was a torn cloth bag that other children in the yard used.

There are many children in orphanages and fewer money. All the children have hardly used brand new things.

So Kou Qiu never complained.

When he was most sad, it was raining. At that time, the children were sitting in the classroom, and the parents were waiting outside with raincoats and umbrellas. When the teacher called out a name, a child would go out with his schoolbag and immediately be wrapped in his coat by his parents. They held an umbrella intimately, spoke and walked out together.

One by one.

"I'm leaving, see you tomorrow!"

"My mom said, I want to make braised chicken wings for me!"

"I still want to drink a bottle of Coke. I'll see if my dad can buy it for me later..."

The lively voice gradually disappeared, and the classmate who left finally said, "Goodbye, spoiled."

Kou Qiu sat in his seat, still doing his homework. He said, "Goodbye."

The teacher also took the bag and went out of the classroom. Before leaving, he stopped and asked him: "Kou Qiu, can I give you honestly?"

Kou Qiu still stared at the homework book and said, "No."

He knew that the teachers lived in completely different directions from the remote orphanage.

So everyone left, the classroom was empty, and he was the only one left.

Kou Qiu had to avoid the crowded crowd.

He lay on the window and saw that the flower umbrellas at the school gate were slowly floating away. When the street lights dimmed, he was wet in the rain and carefully avoided the slippery section of the road and walked back.

The dean's mother has to take care of so many children, so it is impossible for her to have time to pick him up.

Kou Qiu knew very well. But when the lights lighted up, he couldn't help but look up.

As he looked, he tasted something else.

It's salty, not rain.

That was the only time Kou Qiu cried for this incident in his memory. He walked alone in the rain while choking, crying so hard that his shoulders were shaking, but he also reminded himself not to fall. If he fell, it would cause more trouble to the yard.

Only then did he think about why they gave up themselves when they gave birth to themselves?

But he actually has the answer in his heart.

Where would anyone like his body?

His existence is troublesome.

After that, Kou Qiu never cried again, let alone complaining. There was nothing to complain about. Nuwa used soil to create other people, but pinched him to be particularly fragile. He was easily broken and would be broken in every possible way, which was not something that ordinary families could withstand.

If you have parents, you will only be more tired for him.

So it's better not to have it.

Since then, Kou Qiu has strangled all the related thoughts to death. If he doesn't expect it, he will naturally not be disappointed.

But now, where is the father who emerged from?

His shoulders were slightly trembling, but his waist was still straight and he stubbornly refused to believe it.

"Mr. Huo," he said, "you must have made some mistake."

Huo Qi was still looking at him, for some reason, as if he wanted to reach out and stroke his face.

But the man finally didn't move and just said in a deep voice: "That's right."

Kou Qiu opened his eyes wide.

"He has always wanted to find you," Huo Qi said, slowly taking out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, as if he was thinking of something, and then extinguished it again, handing over a paternity test, his eyes were very dark, "He was on the way to find you that day."

The young man closed his eyes suddenly.

"Your mother had a fight with him and thought he was someone outside. She was in a bad mood at that time and was a little depressed, so she committed suicide." The man said, "Before committing suicide, she gave birth to you and put you in an orphanage."

"Kou Tianming... He didn't know that he had a son like you. He didn't know until three years later."

"So he's going to find you."

But he didn't find it, but he got into a car accident on the way and became a vegetable. The confidant who came with him who knew about it also died in the car accident. After that, the people in the company clamored to fight for power, and no one cared about what the vegetative boss was going to go in that direction.

Kou Qiu stayed in the orphanage without waiting for his family.

He stayed until he was eighteen years old. Almost all the beautiful and well-behaved and caring children in the yard were adopted. Kou Qiu was the first parent to ask the dean for the first time, but after knowing that the silent and delicate boy in the corner actually had such a disease, they shook their heads one after another. What they wanted to take home was the child, not the porcelain doll that could be broken at any time.

Some parents felt sorry, but before leaving, they would quietly stuff a piece of candy into their hands.

But Kou Qiu was not adopted.

"He woke up, the first thing he did was to find you." Huo Qi said, his voice very heavy, "I'm sorry, I've been late for so many years."

“…”

Kou Qiu's hand moved.

Nearly twenty years later.

Twenty years!

He didn't sit up, but just looked ahead without any focus. After a while, he whispered: "Mr. Huo, please leave first, I have to think about it."

Huo Qi was not surprised, and stood up and said, "Okay."

He went out the door, but he didn't go down the stairs and stood outside the door.

The door panel was very thin and he could hear the sound inside.

After a long silence, he heard intermittent sobs, as if sad, as if relieved. The sound was like dense needles, all pierced in his heart, making him almost unable to help but rush in and hug the person who didn't even dare to cry loudly after being wronged.

But he can't.

If you go in at this time, all your efforts will be wasted. So the man pinched his palm tightly and did not move his steps after all.

He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and guarded the door.

......Qiuqiu.

-----

Is this true?

Or fake?

Kou Qiu couldn't explain it clearly.

But the sudden sadness that happened on that rainy night finally had the answer. He was thrown away not because of his illness. If he had been lucky enough, he might have even had a family at that time.

Such fantasies are so beautiful that Kou Qiu has to get up two or three times a night, repeatedly confirming the paternity test next to his pillow, and telling himself that it is true.

The couple next door were all asleep. The system was still awake and accompanied him and said: [Bad?]

【Azai.】
To be continued...