Heart-wrenching words often come from the people who know you best.

Yan Fugui's reaction just proved that Yan Jiefang had seen through his inner struggle.

For more than three months, my family has kept silent about this. This is a shared scar.

Now Yan Jiefang is going crazy, tearing it open and making everyone suffer.

The chopsticks in Yan Jiekuang's hand stopped, and Ge Shuqin in the back room covered her mouth, holding back her cry.

Yan Jiedi supported her father, but her eyes were wide open. She didn't understand why her second brother did this.

Especially the mother who was hiding in the kitchen. She would rather cry in the kitchen than come out to persuade her.

What happened to this family?

"Second brother!"

Yan Jiedi shouted with tears in her eyes: "What on earth are you going to do!"

"Woooooo~"

She was actually still young and was really frightened by the situation at home.

Now he was crying, taking care of his father, and asking: "Can't we survive this year?!"

"Celebrating the New Year? Of course we have to!"

Yan Jiefang seemed to be crazy, his expression was filled with madness, and even the words he spoke sounded like crazy words to her ears.

"Why not? These dumplings are so delicious~ Yeah!"

He picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, and said with an afterthought: "It's been how many years, how many years since I've eaten a dumpling during the Chinese New Year."

After saying this, he looked back at his third brother Yan Jiekuang, suddenly showed a smile, and said: "Eat, eat open, our family celebrates the New Year today!"

"..."

No matter how careless Yan Jiekuang is, he still knows that he can't use chopsticks at this time.

The chopsticks in his hand were now heavier than weights, and he didn't dare to see his second brother's madness, let alone his father's decline.

It's not that I can't do anything, but I can't bear it, and I don't want to face the situation where my family is about to fall apart.

"Why don't you eat? Drink?"

Yan Jiefang smiled "hehe", waved and said, "Wine is good. You can forget everything after drinking. Do you want some?"

Yan Jiekuang kept his head silent and silently placed the chopsticks in his hands on the table.

Not to mention drinking, he didn't even dare to eat.

"Oh~"

Yan Jiefang saw that he didn't drink, so he drank another glass. While drinking, tears flowed from his eyes.

"Dumplings are like wine, the more you drink, the better you get!"

"After drinking this glass of wine, I forget my worries and sorrows... I forget the sins I suffered before, I forget my broken leg, I forget..."

His eyes never left the door of the back room, because the person he wanted to forget was in the room.

"Second dick~~~"

When Yan Jiedi turned around, she found her mother standing there holding the door frame with tears on her face. She quickly put down her father and went to help her mother.

"Mom! Are you okay? Mom!"

She shouted one after another, seeing her mother's face as white as frost, her eyes full of misery, and she seemed to be even crazier than her second brother.

"Second brother, you want your father's life."

Hou Qinghua held on to the door frame with one hand and walked into the room with his daughter supporting his other arm, and stumbled to the table.

"Mom knows you are suffering, but I won't let you suffer~"

With the support of her daughter, she sat on a stool and looked at Yan Jiefang and said: "You send your dad away first, and when he dies, your mother won't stop you."

"mom!"

Yan Jiedi looked at her mother in shock, and then at her father in fear. She didn't know why the family had reached this point.

Yan Jiekuang finally couldn't stand the depression anymore, stood up silently and walked out.

No one paid attention to him, and he didn't want to disturb anyone in the room. He just wanted to go out and get some air, otherwise he would feel like he was suffocating to death.

Hou Qinghua didn't seem to hear his daughter's call. He only pointed at his wife Yan Jiefang and said, "Look at how virtuous he is. If you just say a few words or play a few tricks, he might pass."

"We won't treat you. We won't treat you this time."

She said with a look of dementia: "Let's just wait for him to die. Once he dies, no one will stop you."

Yan Jiefang held the wine glass with his green fingers. The pads of his fingers were already flattened. The chopsticks of his other hand were trembling, and the madness on his face turned into a struggle.

Of course he knew that what his mother said was irony and was an exhortation under extreme circumstances.

"Mom, I feel... so miserable."

"Mom knows, Mom knows"

Hou Qinghua looked at his son like crazy, nodded and consoled him: "Yes, yes, mom knows that, and mom understands you."

"No, you don't understand"

Yan Jiefang drank another glass of wine, poured it on his own, looked at the glass and said: "I have never been happy in my life. I am cautious about everything and I have to fight for everything. I am too tired."

His tears suddenly came down, and he choked and said: "We have to maintain the image of teachers' children outside, and other children can play, but we have to stay in the room and pretend to read and write homework."

"Other people's children can make mistakes, but our children who are teachers have to be in the top three."

"It's fine outside. It's our incompetence that embarrasses the teacher, but what about at home?"

His face was full of resentment, and he ignored the tears that fell. He stared at his silent father who was sitting on the chair and asked through gritted teeth: "Do you hate your child too much and insist on putting him in a basin to fight to death?"

A few will make you happy!"

Snap!~

Suddenly, as soon as Yan Jiefang finished speaking, he was slapped by his mother.

After beating Yan Jiefang, Hou Qinghua was also stunned. Then he seemed to regret and said in a warning: "You can't say that about your dad, your brother...it's me...it's me!".

"Haha~"

Yan Jiefang looked at his mother with a wry smile, not paying any attention to the pain on his face, which made him feel that he was still alive.

"You think about him so much, has he ever thought about your pain?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at his father and said, "Do you really think it was my mother who killed my eldest brother? Didn't you collect the money? In your eyes, money is always more important than children..."

"Enough!"

Yan Fugui slapped the Eight Immortals Table, but it seemed that all his energy was wasted on this slap.

He looked at his son out of breath, his head no longer hurt, but his heart felt cold.

"You're deceiving yourself, right?"

Yan Jiefang was not afraid of him, and sneered: "You think that my sister-in-law gave the money to my mother, and my mother gave the money to you, so you are no longer involved in the cause and effect, right?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He stared at his father in a sinister tone and said: "My eldest brother will never forgive you, never."

After saying that, he glanced at the tearful mother, picked up the wine glass and drank the increasingly bitter wine.

Yan Jiedi was also crying now, and fell to the ground, lying on her mother's lap and crying.

What the second brother said was extreme, but everything he said was true. If his father hadn't been obsessed with money, why would the brothers and sisters have been plotting against each other since they were young?

At this time, Yan Jiekuang came back from outside, entered the room silently, hesitated, and put a handful of money on the Eight Immortals table.

This was something he secretly saved himself while participating in activities outside.

I had gold and silver, and I exchanged the money with someone. I just wanted to go out and live my life as soon as possible.

But now that there is no hope for life and the family is about to be separated, what is the use of this money.

Listening to what his second brother said, he could not but think clearly that the death of his eldest brother had something to do with the tense atmosphere between his parents and brothers at home.

You guard me from eating too much, and I guard you from taking too much. Brothers are more calculating and calculative than friends on the outside.

He didn't know what he was feeling before, but now he just feels hard and extremely tired.

I went to the cabinet and got a wine glass, sat down next to my second brother, picked up the wine bottle, poured myself a glass of wine and drank it with my eyes closed.

He really wanted to take out the money as soon as possible, even if it was a small amount, it would be able to alleviate the conflicts at home.

Only when the family is about to break up does he realize that there is only one family where he has a tile to cover himself, and the children of each family live in the open.

Hou Qinghua was just crying, hugging his daughter and crying. She was not cursing her lover to die when she said harsh words, but she was trying to ask her son what he was thinking.

If you are willing to let your father die for yourself, then her heart will die and her life will be over.

But what I know now is that all the depression in my son's heart has been pooled together. Even though he complained about his father like this, he never thought about being unfilial.

I don't know what to say. She is a woman, and she still has enough energy to support several children.
To be continued...