Don't think of rebirth.

As he looked at the cold moon in the sky, Fan Ziran's last thought was that it would be better if he had never met Liu Siyuan.

Looking back on his life of more than thirty years, Fan Ziran searched everywhere but could not find what achievements he had made.

When he was a child, other children had good grades and mastered various talents, but he was ordinary and naughty, which only gave his father a headache.

When he grew up and became more sensible, he wanted to make his father proud of him, but he didn't know where to start because he really had no talent.

Sometimes Fan Ziran would think, it would be great if there was a machine that could measure a person’s talents, so that he would know in which direction to work hard.

But if you think about it carefully, if there really is such a machine, he might not even dare to stand in front of it.

What if the test results show that he has no talents?

Wouldn't that lead to even deeper despair?

He just muddled through his junior high school years, and when he entered high school, school life became even more difficult.

There are too many wealthy people in Mingdeli. With the accumulation of resources, students have more channels to explore their talents, and all kinds of geniuses emerge in an endless stream.

In such an environment, Fan naturally felt more pressure and gradually became a marginalized person in the class. His grades were not only the last in the class, but also the last in the entire grade.

However, he still has a few friends who can get along well with him, such as Yuan Wuwei, who has a very similar personality to him.

Because of the difference in gender, Fan Ziran couldn't help but feel a little concerned when getting along with Yuan Wuwei.

It’s not that he is interested in Yuan Wuwei, but he is worried that others will misunderstand his relationship with Yuan Wuwei.

He tried very hard to avoid being misunderstood. For example, when chatting, he would only face each other at least one meter apart and would never sit next to each other. For example, unless he helped someone who fell down, there would be no physical contact.

After Yuan Wuwei noticed it, he laughed and said that he was really making a fuss out of nothing.

But she couldn't say this sentence anymore after the class division in the second year of high school.

The two of them happened to be in the same class after being divided into different classes. After class, it would definitely be better to get along with familiar classmates rather than with unfamiliar classmates.

As a result, just because of this, some people started talking behind his back, saying that he and Yuan Wuwei were in love.

Both of them tried hard to explain, but unfortunately they were always hit back by others with a casual response like "Then why do you always stay together?"

Fan naturally didn't want to cause trouble for Yuan Wuwei, so in the end he took the initiative to distance himself from Yuan Wuwei, and lost another friend.

Because of this, he couldn't concentrate when attending the elective classes. He felt that he couldn't even breathe smoothly sitting in the same classroom with these people.

Mingde was well managed and it was impossible for him to skip school. He could only wander around aimlessly with his schoolbag after school.

He didn't want to go home. Whether it was report cards or parent-teacher conferences, his presence seemed to only embarrass his father.

Fan Yicheng also seemed to have no expectations of him, and his words were always so harsh.

He also wanted to become a talented person so that his father could be proud of him, but he couldn't do it.

Not to mention Fan Yicheng's critical words, which always hurt Fan Ziran's heart.

It was during this stroll that Fan Ziran met Liu Siyuan.

The day they met was very dramatic. He was riding his mountain bike and saw a car accident at an intersection. The delivery guy who was rushing to run the yellow light was hit head-on by a car that was about to turn.

Although the collision was not serious because the car's starting speed was not fast, the takeaway food the guy was about to deliver was scattered all over the ground, so it was obvious that this order was not going to be successful.

Passersby wanted to call an ambulance, but the young man waved his hands and said that he had no money for an ambulance, and he limped to the hospital on his own.

Fan Ziran looked at the man covered in dust and his clothes were torn. He locked his mountain bike on the side of the road, got on the young man's electric bike, and took him to the hospital.

On the way, he also heard the guy calling a customer, apologizing humbly, and then calling the merchant to ask the merchant to make another one and find another rider to deliver it.

Fortunately, the customer was a good person. When he heard that he had been in a car accident, he told him not to worry, confirmed the delivery, and gave him a tip of 100 yuan.

After the man was sent to the hospital, Fan Ziran did not leave. He paid the young man's medical expenses and sent him back home.

That's how he got to know Liu Siyuan, and they gradually became good friends who could talk about anything.

Fan naturally had to admit that when he was with Liu Siyuan, he did seek some comfort from Liu Siyuan.

Although their grades were not good, he was still able to study and had the support of his family. Compared with Liu Siyuan, he was already very happy.

He hid his despicable thoughts, and because of this shame, he was doubly nice to Liu Siyuan.

He treated Liu Siyuan to meals and lent his pocket money to him to do business. After Liu Siyuan started his stall, he often went to help after school.

The rest of my high school time passed uneventfully in this busyness.

——So much so that Fan Ziran didn’t notice that his relationship with Fan Yicheng was becoming increasingly distant.

After graduating from high school, he was sent abroad to study, but he kept in touch with Liu Siyuan.

He complained to Liu Siyuan about how much foreign food did not suit his taste, and marveled at how hard his classmates in the same group studied.

Liu Siyuan always agreed with him with a smile, asked him if he could adapt to life abroad, and looked forward to his early return so that they could have a good reunion.

At that time, Fan Ziran really regarded Liu Siyuan as his only good brother in his life.

So, when he returned to China that day and saw Liu Siyuan standing next to Fan Yicheng in a suit and tie, he felt overwhelmed by the absurdity.

Fan Yicheng said that Liu Siyuan was someone he had his eyes on, and he had been training Liu Siyuan over the years.

Fan Yicheng said that although Liu Siyuan's academic qualifications are indeed a shortcoming, he is a down-to-earth, hard-working person with a flexible mind and a promising future in business.

Fan Yicheng said: "You should learn more from Xiao Liu."

Fan naturally couldn't hear anything.

The recognition he wanted from Fan Yicheng appeared so casually from his most trusted brother.

What was Liu Siyuan doing when he was complaining to him about his study abroad life?

Follow Fan Yicheng to learn how to handle company affairs, accept Fan Yicheng's praise, be introduced to partners, and accompany Fan Yicheng to various occasions?

How did Liu Siyuan view him over the years? Was he laughing at his stupidity and ignorance in his heart? Why didn't he tell him?

Fan Ziran felt betrayed by his father and his best friend.

Not to mention that after that, he watched Liu Siyuan being admired and praised by others in the company, and heard others whispering behind his back.

Those people said that compared to Fan Ziran, Liu Siyuan was more like Fan Yicheng's son and had a better future.

He had no way to stay in that home that did not belong to him anymore, so he ran out empty-handed. On the cold winter night, he wandered the streets like he did in high school until the moment he lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was blinding white.

Fan Ziran subconsciously wanted to raise his right hand to cover his eyes, but was forced to put it back because of the pain.

Just as he put his hand down, he heard the door open again. After a brief silence, there was a loud and familiar shout: "Doctor, doctor, he's awake!"

During the busy examination by the medical staff, he pieced together Liu Siyuan's fragmented words and learned that he had fainted outdoors due to pneumonia. If a passerby had not discovered him, called the emergency number and sent him to the hospital, he might have died.

The reason why I use the word "fragmented" is because Liu Siyuan was crying so hard that his tears and snot were streaming down his face and his speech was intermittent.

Fan Ziran was lying on the hospital bed, without any strength at all, and unable to stop Liu Siyuan, so he could only be forced to listen to his chatter.

After the medical staff finished their examination and confirmed that Fan Ziran was fine, they left the ward, leaving the two of them alone.

Fan Ziran moved his lips and asked with a stiff upper lip, "Where's my dad?"

If Liu Siyuan knew about it, Fan Yicheng would definitely know about it.

"My uncle is also in the hospital," Liu Siyuan lowered his head, "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of him..."

"Why would he be in the hospital?" Fan naturally couldn't imagine that his strong and healthy father would actually have to be in the hospital one day.

Liu Siyuan was silent for a long time before he said, "Although my uncle asked me to keep it a secret from you, I feel that I can't keep it a secret any longer this time."

"In fact, your uncle was hospitalized once when you were in high school. You came to help me one time, and your uncle passed out at home due to hypoglycemia, and no one found him."

"When he woke up by chance, he went to the hospital and found out that he had insulinoma. He underwent surgery and was hospitalized for more than half a month."

"Since then, uncle has been worried that he would die unexpectedly one day and leave you alone."

"He is worried that you will not be able to inherit the family business and that the company will be taken away by outsiders, so he has been looking for someone to take over the company."

"He found out about me and talked to me after you went abroad. We eventually agreed to cooperate, and I signed an agreement with him."

Fan was naturally confused: "Why... don't you tell me?"

"Uncle thinks you can't handle this," Liu Siyuan said in a low voice, "I told him that you worked very hard and attentively when you helped me set up the stall, but..."

"But I'm really not of much use." Fan Ziran smiled self-deprecatingly.

At that time, he just paid money and helped to greet customers. Everything else was done by Liu Siyuan himself. He even came up with some presumptuous ideas, which affected Liu Siyuan's normal operation.

It's normal that he is not trusted since he is so unreliable.

"So, is my dad's hospitalization this time a sequelae?" Fan Ziran asked.

"No, he was too worried about you. When he learned that you were in the hospital, he was so shocked that he fainted." Liu Siyuan said.

This was simply unimaginable to Fan Ziran. After hearing the news, his father did not call him a loser, but was so worried about him that he fainted.

Facing Fan Ziran's silence, Liu Siyuan gritted his teeth and said, "I'll say one more thing. You two should talk openly and honestly."

"If the owner of that snack street hadn't accidentally inspected the firefighting facilities there and found you in the corner, your uncle might have received news of your death instead of your emergency treatment."

"You and uncle... shouldn't have ended up like this."

"What can I do now?" Fan Ziran clenched his fists, his voice trembling, "What can I do? Do you know what people in the company say? They say that you - Liu Siyuan is his good son, Fan Yicheng!"

The inferiority complex that had been hidden in my heart suddenly burst out: "I know I am a loser! I have never achieved anything since I was a child!"

"Do you think I'm ridiculous? I used to act generous to you and try to feel superior to you, but now I deserve it!"

Fan Ziran was breathing heavily and tears started to flow down his face without him noticing.

He covered his face with his uninjected hand and said in a hoarse voice: "I am so despicable. I know I am not as good as you. You are more capable than me. If I could be like you..."

If he were like Liu Siyuan, would he also be able to gain his father's approval?

"No, that's not the case," Liu Siyuan shook his head vigorously, "I've always known that you're a good person. If you hadn't helped me, I wouldn't have gotten to where I am today."

"Me, you, and uncle... let's sit down and talk it over... If we die, there will really be nothing left..."

He also covered his face and sobbed.

Fan Ziran put down his hand and looked at him, vaguely thinking of the photo of his mother that had always been placed on Fan Yicheng's bedside.

If he died, would he also become a photo frame on Fan Yicheng's bedside?

That would be too lonely.

"Where is dad's ward?" Fan Ziran asked slowly.

Liu Siyuan's thoughts were stuck for a few seconds before he realized what Fan Ziran said.

He stood up suddenly, his expression almost ecstatic: "It's downstairs, I'll take you there!"

When the nurse helped him into the wheelchair and pushed him out of the ward, Fan was naturally afraid for a moment.

He gripped the handrail tightly, his mind full of mixed thoughts, but they suddenly disappeared when he arrived at the door of Fan Yicheng's ward.

The door of the ward opened and he saw Fan Yicheng lying on the hospital bed.

The father who was always full of majesty in his memory appeared before him in such a weak state for the first time.

However, when she saw him, there was a clear light and excitement in her eyes.

Fan Ziran thought that this would be the most difficult and painful conversation in his life, and he didn't know what fate would await him afterwards.

But it's better than nothing, right?

Hello, Fan Ziran.

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