Super Field Energy Controller

Yang Fan leisurely exhaled a puff of smoke, glanced at Wu Tongchen, and said: "Master Wu, you don't look very good. How about it, do you dare to listen now? If you don't dare to listen, just say Yang Fan, I admire you, Yang Fan, you are the most powerful, domineering and handsome, and forget it."

"..."

Everyone was speechless, and found that the development of the matter seemed to have unconsciously turned to a strange direction.

Wu Tongchen's eyes twitched slightly, staring at Yang Fan with a sharp blade, more bloodshot eyes, and breathing became more rapid. Suddenly he gritted his teeth: "Just say it!"

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Yang Fan held the pipe in his mouth, and nodded slightly with admiration. In his life, the old demon Fan liked this kind of people who didn't cry until they saw the coffin.

The story continues.

"That was a very pitiful woman."

"Because she gave birth to an ugly son, she and her husband had more and more friction, and her husband even suspected that the child was not his. In fact, a genetic test could clarify the matter, but the husband never did it. It was not because he had no money, but because he was afraid. He was not afraid of knowing that the son was not his own, but because he was afraid of knowing that the son was really his own."

"The husband did not really think that the son was not his own, but he just did not want to believe that he would give birth to such an ugly child. He hated the little son and the wife who gave birth to the little son, but what he hated most was I hated all this, and the guilt in my heart made it all turn into a fight between husband and wife..."

"This kind of life lasted for seven or eight years. The woman's face was bruised almost all year round. So, in order to cover these bruises, she wore heavy makeup all year round. Therefore, in the eyes of the ugly child, his mother's face was always heavily made up. "

"The ugly child often saw his father kicking his mother, and he knew that they were arguing because of him, but the young boy didn't know how to change this situation except fear and helplessness. "

The atmosphere became particularly quiet.

Everyone present knew that what Yang Fan was talking about at this moment was what happened to Wu Tongchen and his parents.

Because he knew that this was not a story, but a real past event, he felt particularly heavy.

Wu Tongchen's face kept changing as Yang Fan told the story.

"Until one night, perhaps it was destined, the ugly boy was thirsty in the middle of the night, got up and went to the living room to drink water, and what he saw was a scene that completely changed his life."

"On a low stool, there was a half-deflated ball, and on top of the ball, there was a pair of barefoot women's feet. The woman had a rope around her neck. She must have cried for a long time. The tears washed away the heavy makeup on her face, revealing bruises that made her look very funny."

"At the foot of the low stool, there were several pieces of clothing of the ugly child, which were stained with the woman's tears and foundation."

"That was a mother's final farewell to her son . "

"This poor woman didn't not love the ugly child, but she was too tired to live, and finally chose to hang herself in the middle of the night."

"The most pitiful thing about this woman is that even if she wanted to die, she was so cautious. The reason why she stood on the half-deflated ball was that she was afraid that when she committed suicide, she would make a noise by kicking over the stool. If she woke up her drunken husband, he would be beaten again."

"If it was a ball, she wouldn't be afraid of this problem. She could die quietly without being disturbed..."

"However, she didn't expect that the ugly child would suddenly come out to drink water and see her hanging. "