Author: Ice black tea extends life

Fu Fengye came home very late, and he was the last person to leave in the school.

Driving the hover car through a huge lawn, on the opened sidewalk, orange street lights were on, and from time to time, several servants walked in groups.

The brightest place in the manor is the Fu family's main courtyard, with its sharp spire emitting a faint light; a number of self-luminous crystals are reasonably installed on the entire wall, and the progressive colors are nice and beautiful.

But in fact, the colors of all crystal stones are cold, which makes people look a little depressed.

He got off the hovercar, and the servants passing by said hello to him:

"Young master, welcome home."

Nodding slightly and not giving any more indications, I walked towards the main courtyard. The first thing I saw was a large patch of creamy yellow nasturtium, swaying slightly in the evening breeze.

Fu Fengye's eyes darkened for a moment, then he quickly looked away and stopped looking.

After passing the biometric identification, the door opened. Looking at the dark living room, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment he pressed the switch next to the door, changed his shoes and stood up straight. A shiver spread from his tailbone throughout his whole body, feeling numb and numb, causing goose bumps.

Almost as a subconscious physical reaction, he looked at the sofa in the center of the living room. Sure enough, there was a person sitting on it. Although the figure was very blurry, he could quickly know who the person was.

The scarlet cigarette butt was extremely eye-catching in the dark. He tried to straighten his body and lowered his head slightly, "Father, haven't you gone to rest yet?"

For a long time, Fu Fengye didn't hear the other party's answer. On the contrary, he gradually felt that there was an invisible pressure in the living room, and it was growing.

Fu Fengye tried his best to resist the pressure on his shoulders. After a while, Fu Fengye felt that his whole body began to sweat.

He won't resist. This is a routine check for men, to test how much his strength has increased in the six months since he entered school.

There was not a word of concern or care, this was how the man always treated him. Although the two were father and son, in fact, it would be better to describe them as "familiar strangers".

At the last second when Fu Fengye couldn't hold on anymore, the man stopped releasing his pressure. Finally, he put out the cigarette butt between his fingers and threw it into the ashtray nearby.

A man doesn't know how to smoke, he just lights it, slowly watches it burn out in his hands, turns into a pile of ashes, and finally abandons it.

This is in line with a man's character, he likes to hold everything in his hands, then destroy it and play with it in the palm of his hand.

Cold-blooded, strong, yet gentle, elegant, humble and polite on the surface, this mask deceives all outsiders.

Fu Fengye quietly withdrew his gaze, not daring to take another look. Yes, he was afraid of men, and he was afraid of his father.

He has never felt fatherly love. On the contrary, as long as he does not do well and makes the man feel dissatisfied, the other party will use various means to punish him.

Incarceration is a common occurrence.

So it's not that he doesn't want to go home, he's afraid of going home.

There is no warmth and popularity of school at home, only endless silence and desolation.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

Fu Fengye stood under the light. He was the only light in the huge living room, and the darkness was swallowing up this weak light.

After a long period of tension, his head felt empty. He was a little absent-minded. It wasn't until the mechanical pendulum in the living room made a sound that struck the time that his eyes refocused.

"Trash, still of no use."

The man finally spoke, and his cold voice broke the silence, but for some reason, it made the already silent living room even more silent.

Fu Fengye knew what the man was talking about, so he just asked him again why there was no improvement in his abilities.

After organizing his words, he answered, "Father, I am working hard to practice." He paused slightly, "It's just because the college has too many courses, so I don't have much energy to focus on practice."

After finishing speaking, Fu Fengye only felt a dense drum beating in his heart. He didn't know if this reason could convince the man.

As expected, the man was not satisfied with this reason, and his voice was full of ridicule and displeasure.

"Oh, really?"

"Father, I didn't lie."

Fu Fengye raised his head and looked at the man who could only see a rough outline in the darkness, "I'm really trying to practice."

As he spoke, his voice weakened and he stopped speaking.

"Wen Yan?"

The man did not reply to him, but suddenly mentioned this, making Fu Fengye very familiar with and admired his name.

"I'm still a classmate with you. Ever since I entered the Imperial Scout Academy, he has become very popular on the Star Network..." His tone seemed to be appreciation, but also curiosity.

Fu Fengye didn't dare to speak. He couldn't hear any other meaning from the man's words. But what he was sure of was that the man was very dissatisfied and disappointed with him.

"It's from the Edge Star..." The man seemed to be thinking seriously. After a moment, he chuckled and continued:

"And you? Haha, as the legitimate son of the Fu family, one of the four great families, I have provided you with the best education, allowing you to have a status that everyone envies, but you can't compare to a child from a fringe star?

!”

There was a hint of anger in the man's voice, and Fu Fengye's heart beat faster in an instant. He knelt on the ground with a plop, "I'm sorry, father! I let you down, but classmate Wen Yan..."

Speaking of this, he recalled that all the things Wen Yan had done after enrolling in school were all things that were beyond his reach and would never be reached.

"Classmate Wen Yan is really outstanding."

"Shut up, it's obvious that you are stupid because of yourself, but you still don't know how to work hard."

At this time, the man's mental power connected to the brain of the main courtyard and gave an order to turn on all the lights in the living room.

After turning on the light, he looked at the person kneeling on the ground seriously, as if he wanted to see clearly the boy's embarrassment.

The sudden light made Fu Fengye close his eyes violently. He opened them only after he got used to the intensity of the light.

The man was sitting on a black leather sofa, his long legs casually resting on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He was wearing a white shirt that made him look very gentle, but his movements and expression were full of indifference.

"But it doesn't matter. I like Wen Yan very much, so I only give you two choices now."

The man's smile did not reach his eyes, "The first is to win her over and work for my Fu family; the second is to destroy her before she grows up."

After hearing what the man said, Fu Fengye was very shocked and looked at the man blankly, not knowing what to say for a while.

After a long time, he hesitated to reply, "But father... I have offended her partner... I'm afraid... she won't want to deal with me..."

And it was you who made me become "ruthless, arrogant and arrogant", saying that I could not lose the pressure of the Fu family. These words were all said by you, father!

Whatever you say, I will do it!

What I want... is just to see my mother, that's all...

But why are you always like this?

It makes me unable to fathom your heart and understand your intentions.

"I won't care about your affairs. I will only look at the results when the time comes. Since we can't be partners, so what if we become enemies."

The man's tough attitude did not allow him to refuse, let alone resist.

The floor where I knelt on my knees was so cold that I shivered all over, even though it was covered with a very soft carpet.

Fu Fengye gritted his teeth and calmed his mind.

"I understand father, I will... try my best to do it for my father..."

When the man heard the satisfactory reply, a rare smile of relief and appreciation appeared on his face, "This is my Fu Zheng's child."

Then he stood up and prepared to leave. When Fu Fengye saw this, he immediately asked the man again:

"Can I go see my mother? She will be very lonely alone on the bell tower... Besides, the nasturtiums she planted have already bloomed..."

Let her come out and take a look, it’s nice to have a look! Or let me bring her a basin and put it on the small table by the window of the drab and deserted pavilion. She will definitely be very happy...

But the man didn't seem to hear him and simply ignored the boy's request.

Seeing that the other party was about to go up the stairs, Fu Fengye quickly moved his knees, "Father! Father! Just promise me once, okay?! I will... I will do better and I will not let you down again."

These words obviously had some effect. Fu Zheng stopped and said in a gentle tone, "Then Xiaofeng must listen to my words and do what I say, otherwise I don't know if you will ever see that woman again in your life~"

Fu Fengye's whole body trembled rapidly, visible to the naked eye, and it took him a long time to find his voice, "Father...Father...I understand..."

I beg you, don’t hurt your mother...

Why imprison her because she doesn't love her? She is so gentle and beautiful, and she loves a man named Fu Fengye so much.

This is something that six-year-old Fu Fengye cannot understand at all. It was clear that a long time ago, when he and his mother lived together, they were very happy.

There was a dead silence in the living room again. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore. The boy kneeling on the ground covered his face and cried bitterly, with low sobs, like a trapped animal.

One month later.

"Brother Su Lin! Are you okay?" Wen Zhenyan stood in front of Su Lin's room door, walking around a little anxiously.

"Coming, coming!"

Hearing the sound, Wen Zhenyan faced Su Lin's door again, and the next second, an extremely exquisitely dressed young man appeared in his sight.

Wen Zhenyan couldn't help but take a breath of air-conditioning. Oh my God, it's amazing. Su Lin has all the characteristics that a handsome European boy should have, and it's even more perfect.

Unexpectedly, the other party was wearing Wen family-specific clothes (that is, clothes similar to ancient costumes), but they were also very suitable.

"What are you thinking about? You are so happy." Su Lin looked at the other person's hand reaching out to him, and took the initiative to hand the sleeve to the other person.

With a doting look in his eyes, "I didn't know you had a hobby of grabbing people's sleeves."
To be continued...