A vicious male partner will do whatever he wants

It is a pair of father and son walking in the alleys of the old city.

The son who followed was young, with short arms and short legs, stumbling along behind his tall father.

The child looked only two or three years old, and he couldn't walk very well.The clothes on his body looked very worn out and unclean, and the shoes were even bigger like boats, and the white edges of the shoes were also dirty.

The only good thing is that there is no dust on the child's face, nor any tears and snot.But even so, it still makes people frown.

Because this father raised the child too rough, it was just dirty and messy, the front of the clothes was not even buttoned up, and the shirt tucked into the trousers was also partly inside and partly outside.

Just looking at it makes people sigh, and it is by no means a likable child.

Maybe it was because of this that the man in front didn't like him.Only one back was left, and he didn't even look back.

But even though the man is so indifferent, the smile on the child's face is still so real.He stretched out his hand towards the man full of expectation, his eyes were almost overflowing with admiration, and he opened his mouth as if to call Dad again.

So, this is Lu Bai's childhood?The child's similar eyebrows and eyes to Lu Bai made people subconsciously connect with Lu Bai himself.

And the moment these two characters appeared, it also made Lu Bai's lifeless painting come alive, as if it was a delicate old photo, bringing people back to that era.

"Lu Bai really knows how to draw!" Someone outside the Tianguang classroom couldn't help sighing.

"Yeah! I was also taken aback. It's too far away and I can't see clearly, but I think he draws well."

"It should be good, you see Tan Yi has been watching him."

Yes, Lu Bai did draw paintings, as if they were soul-infused characters, making Tan Yi put down his brush and want to keep staring at Lu Bai's paintings.

It was only now that Tan Yi finally felt Lu Bai's aura.I also felt Lu Bai's excellent talent in oil painting.

That child, those eyes, are like stars filling the entire sky, making Tan Yi want to reach out and hug him.

It's a pity that Lu Bai has a Yan Fu who doesn't dote on children.Tan Yinaobu Lu Bai's father may be the type of machismo who doesn't know how to get along with children.

But soon, Tan Yi felt something was wrong.Because the scene that Lu Bai described next was not gentle, but rather dark.

Around the father and son, there are many black shadows pointing.Although it was impossible to tell what those people were talking about, every black hand pointed at the young child behind the man unceremoniously.

But the man didn't look back, and the little boy didn't seem to be able to hear or see. He only saw the back of his father in front of him.

Tan Yi didn't know Lu Bai's situation, but instinctively felt sad.

But outside, Xiao Sui and the others had red eyes. "Fucking beast! It's enough if you don't raise it after giving birth."

They knew about Lu Bai's life experience, the way of nature. Because Lu Bai's adoptive father loved his wife, he ignored Lu Bai's son very much from the moment Lu Bai was born.

But immediately after, the second picture made everyone worry even more.

Still on this road, the child grows up a little bit.I don't know where he was beaten, he was injured, there was blood on the top of his head, and a bloodstain slid down his white face.

But instead of crying, he held back the tears in his eyes, and his eyes were also very stubborn.

He kept staring at his father and opened his mouth to speak.And there were more black fingers pointing at him around.

But the father still didn't look back, leaving only an indifferent back to the boy.

Tan Yi took a deep breath and subconsciously covered his chest.He felt a little distressed.

However, in the next scene, the boy who looks like Lu Bai grows up a bit.

He went to elementary school and was able to take care of himself.Even if it's just the most common old school uniform, he has washed the school uniform to white, hair, hands, and face, all of which are very clean.With the certificate in hand, he tried to tell his father, but was ignored.

In the next scene, the grown-up boy was covered in water like a drowned rat. He didn't know if he was bullied or he didn't bring an umbrella because it was raining, but the man still only had his back and didn't look back.

In the next scene, the boy won the first place in the district.

In the next scene, the boy receives a scholarship.

In the next scene, the boy is sick.

On such a long path, Lu Bai painted very meticulously. In each scene, the boy's expression was lifelike, from longing to unwillingness to pleading, but the man in front of him who should be his father never looked back He glanced.

The back was full of gloom, like an old city that grew darker as it went to the end, with no light to be seen.

As a result, the road got longer and longer, and the smile on the boy's face gradually disappeared.

His desire gradually dimmed, and even his eyes were no longer full of light.The only thing that changed was that there were more and more pointing hands around him, and they became more and more unscrupulous.

From being hidden at the beginning, they gradually surfaced.From the secretiveness at the beginning, to the fearlessness in the back.Even those dark shadows gradually have faces.

These people stared at the boy with mocking or contemptuous eyes, and those hurtful words became a prison to lock up his happiness.

He was walking in the mud, dragging a long chain behind him.His waist hadn't bent down yet, but his knees could no longer bear the weight, and he almost staggered to the ground.

"God! Dad, turn around and look at him!" Someone stared at Lu Bai's painting, their noses sore.Each of those vivid scenes weighed heavily on their hearts.

"My God, turn around and look at him! Isn't this your son?"

"I can't do it anymore, it's too cruel. If this is Lu Bai's scheme, I have to admit that he really touched me. Now I feel a pain in my heart."

Tan Yi next to Lu Bai is the one who can empathize with him the most, and he even blushes directly.

He finally knew why Lu Bai was so silent before, because he was accumulating his feelings, and wanted to twist all the grievances into a long stream, otherwise, if the painting was not completed, the collapse that had never been embraced by his father would destroy him. Submerged quickly.

Soon, in high school, that was the boy's best result, No. 1 in the city mock exam.He was carrying a scholarship with a long-lost smile on his face.But among the people around, there was a man with a ferocious face, with a greedy and ferocious expression.

In Lu Bai's school, those who had experienced Lu Bai's cheating in the college entrance examination immediately understood that this was about Lu Bai being threatened by loan sharks.

Many people's hearts are hanging.

Because that man is too dangerous.Just looking at it like this makes people feel frightened. How scared would Lu Bai be when he was followed all the way home and threatened?I'm afraid it is still a nightmare for him to live through!

However, there was no change in the expression on Lu Bai's face, and he continued to draw the next scene as if he was not affected by this memory.But halfway through the painting, his pen finally stopped.

Tan Yi looked over and found that Lu Bai's hands were shaking, as if he was in great pain.

"Are you okay?" Tan Yi held Lu Bai's waist from the side, "I'll get you a stool, do you want it?"

Lu Bai shook his head mechanically, his eyes never left the canvas, and all the more excited emotions were suppressed in his eyes, causing him to tremble all over.

At this moment, Tan Yi seemed to hear a wail from Lu Bai's painting, as if the oppressive blackness was Lu Bai's cry that could not be revealed in front of others.

Tan Yi subconsciously hugged Lu Bai, which was a comforting gesture.

But in the next second, he was pushed away by Lu Bai forcefully.

"Sorry, thank you." Lu Bai whispered these four words, changed the deformed pen in his hand, and took out another one.

He closed his eyes, stabilized his emotions, and then drew the most unbearable and painful memories in his heart.

Birthday.

And this day was also the only time my father turned his head and took the initiative to talk to him.

In the picture, the father is holding the cake in his hand, his half-turned face is no longer indifferent, and there is a smile on the corner of his lips.The boy following him didn't dare to go past his father, but he raised his hand and held his father's clothes.Full of nostalgia.

Is this a turnaround?

Everyone thought that this was going to become warm.But Tan Yi's heart floated up again.He sensed a bad premonition.

Sure enough, in the next scene, there was only one person left on the road, that lonely boy.He changed out of his school uniform and was dressed in black, which almost blended into the darkness in the background.

And the father who never showed his face finally showed his appearance.

A rather good-looking middle-aged man with handsome eyebrows and eyes, he looks like a calm scholar.It's a pity that such a good-looking person, but in the end only the whole picture appeared on the portrait in the boy's arms.

So, is that father actually dead?

And looking at the scene in Lu Bai's painting, this man died on Lu Bai's birthday!

Tan Yi looked at Lu Bai in shock, he wanted to ask, is this painting real?

But Lu Bai changed a pen, this time, what he drew was the sun above his head.

The sun shines through the clouds, lighting up the dark sky in the old city.Even those rotten things are covered with a divine light.It seems like everything will pass.

But the most ridiculous thing is that the boy never received any care in the first half of his life.

And this is the family where Lu Bai grew up.It was all the experiences that Lu Bai had never shared with everyone in the past.It is also the simplest and clearest explanation and counterattack he gave to all those who have insulted, hated, and despised him in the past.

Yes, he's dirty and muddy, and that's because no one has ever been willing to dust him off.

He is gloomy and not good at expressing, that's because he bears the reputation of killing his mother, no one wants to look at him at all.

He never mentioned his parents, as if he was not filial, it was because both his parents died and he had no home to rely on.And the only father he has ever seen, from childhood to adulthood, has never hugged him.The only candy I ate was also filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

And this is the truth that everyone, all along, clamors for.