The atmosphere in the living room is completely different from the lively outside, it is desolate, quiet and cold.

A middle-aged man is sitting on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone in his hands.

The busy woman in the kitchen brings out the meal and a cake with candles.

Father Han put down the phone and asked with a frown, "Who's birthday is today?"

"Son's."

Mother Han pulled out the chair and sat down, took out the lighter and lit the candles one by one, with a bitter smile on her face and careful movements.

But after hitting it several times in a row, I don't know if it's the problem of the lighter or the resurgence of the candle, and it won't light at all.

"bass."

The flames lit and went out.

Mother Han's smile gradually disappeared, her strength seemed to be taken away, her limbs were weak, "Heng'er, are you blaming mother, mother is wrong, really wrong..."

Han Tianheng, who was in the air, was stunned for a while, his thin face with little flesh was a little confused, his lips twitched, "So today is my birthday..."

I have already forgotten.

Looking at the mother who kept crying and complaining that she knew she was wrong, there was an unexplainable uncomfortable feeling in her heart that was no longer beating.

Maybe this is the blood relationship that is hard to let go, even if you are angry and resentful in your heart, you will be moved by a sentence.

Yan Zhixu watched calmly.

I saw Father Han on the sofa put down his phone, put on his shoes, strode to the dining table, and lifted the cake with his hands.

"boom--"

The pretty little cakes fell and the cream splattered on the clean marbled floor.

"What's your birthday? You still have the face to celebrate your son's birthday? Back then Heng Er clearly said that he was beaten by the teacher at school, but you didn't believe him. You even thought it would be nice to beat him more if he didn't obey him! Now that his son is dead, What's the use of you regretting?"

Father Han roared hysterically, his face contorted with anger, the veins on his forehead burst, and his face turned red.

It was snowing outside, roaring inside the house, and the couple who had been married for many years quarreled endlessly.

Mother Han looked at the broken cake, and her spirit was greatly stimulated.

With a bang, he stood up and scuffled with Dad Han.

"What do you mean by saying this? Could it be that my son's death was caused by me alone? You also know that Huihan has a problem, but after Heng'er's death, you have not accepted the three million compensation from the other party, no? Do you want to pursue this matter again?"

Han's mother's fingernails were not cut cleanly, and the scratches were all scratches when she scratched the other's body.

Father Han pushed her away hard, "Huihan School has a strong potential and background should not be underestimated. Is it difficult to sue them if you don't accept compensation for your son's death? Do you think we can win? The three million compensation is me. Is there any misuse? It's not used to buy this house!"

The two got into a fight.

The truth of the matter was torn apart, Han Tianheng looked at them and felt that it was unprecedented hypocrisy and unfamiliar.

Is this... Really Mom and Dad?

"Big sister, let's go."

Han Tianheng reached out and held Yan Zhixu's little hand.

The question you want to ask has already been answered, and there is no need to stop there.

Maybe my death did make my parents feel a little guilty, but that little guilt didn't change anything.

"Okay."

Yan Zhixu held his little hand instead.

The growing child was thin and skinny due to long-term malnutrition, and there was no flesh on his body. At this time, his whole body exuded a sense of sadness.

"..."

She glanced at the Han couple who were still arguing. Their children's line in the palace was bleak. Except for Han Tianheng, they would never have any more children in this life.

Alone forever.

"Let's go."

Yan Zhixu retracted his gaze and left the house with the little guys.