But these words made Qiu Zhichen's parents, sister-in-law, children, sister and others stunned and tongue-tied.
They never knew that their eldest son, their husband, their father, and their brother could have such a despicable, insidious and cruel side.
They are a family, they are the flesh and blood of the closest relatives, how can it be possible...
But this is not all.
Qiu Zhichen's eyes were red, and he continued speaking with pain and struggle.
What he guessed was: Since Mr. Di has come and asked these questions, Xiao Yu's death may be related to his brother.
He could tolerate his brother harming him, but he could never let Xiao Yu die in vain.
He even felt that it was because he said it too late that Xiao Yu was killed like this.
"Mom, dad, you don't believe it, right? But do you know? From the time I was a child to the age I am now fifteen, I can't even remember how many times I have endured such dangers.
When I was young, I believed everything I heard, and I also liked to follow my brother's ass.
When I was ten years old, I suddenly came to my senses during a life and death crisis.
That time, Xiaoyu and I were playing hide and seek in the woods...
Suddenly I felt cold all over my body. I turned around hard and saw my brother.
At that time, one of my brother's hands quickly hid something behind his back.
I didn't see it, but at that time, I could strongly feel my brother's murderous intention towards me.
But I don’t dare to think about it, and I have never dared to think about it.
But instinctively, I moved farther and farther away from him. I didn’t dare to approach him again, let alone go out alone with him.
Brother, I finally talked about it today.
Can you tell me, is all this really just... because you are jealous of your parents' preference for me, just because of these family assets?
Can you make me understand how to die? "
Facing Qiu Zhichen's almost pleading posture, facing the disbelieving, but also fearful eyes projected by his family members.
Qiu Zhihai grinned, showing a sad and angry expression.
He asked his brother: "That's it? How easy it is for you to say it. Because you always want it and you can get it, you can get it just by lying down.
But I have to work hard, get up in the middle of the night, and work until late at night, but I still can't get what I want.
Not only that, I have to work hard to please you, so that I can only get less than one-tenth of your attention and love.
You ask me why? I also want to know the reason for all this. "
With that said, Qiu Zhihai looked at his parents and asked: "Is it just because I am the eldest son? They say that the common people love the youngest son, and the nobles love the eldest son.
I just don't understand what the difference is? I don’t understand either…
The eldest son is used to inherit the family business, while the youngest son is only used to love. What kind of logic is this?
All the love and affection in his life was given to his younger son, but in the end it was his older son who took care of him in old age. Why?
Are we tools? Is it just because you were born early?
But we don’t want to be the eldest son who is burdened, okay?
Seeing that the hardest and most tiring job is mine, and seeing that it is my younger brother who enjoys the job, have you really not thought about how uncomfortable I will feel?
Dad, Mom, I am four years older than my brother. Without him, I was the treasure in your hands. But when you have him, I will become a blade of grass in the wilderness.
Have you ever thought about whether I can accept it?
You only care about life and life, but you have never thought about whether we, the big ones, can accept it. "
The more Qiu Zhihai talked, the more excited he became, and the more he talked, the more aggrieved and panicked he felt.
He had been holding back for fifteen years, and now he was finally able to speak out, and suddenly he felt quite relaxed.
With this sense of relief, he continued to speak happily, because he knew that this was the only and last chance in his life to express his thoughts.
"Every day, every day, I watch myself being exhausted and unable to eat what I want, and then I watch my brother playing or sleeping in, being spoiled and fed by you.
Look at the copper plates that the steamed buns I worked so hard to make are replaced by copper plates. I can't bear to spend a single copper plate myself, and you are grabbing them and giving them to my brother to spend as he pleases.
Tell me, how do I balance it?
Yes, ever since my brother was born, I have wanted to kill him, but he is so lucky that I just can’t kill him. No matter what, I can’t kill him.
Sometimes, I want to give up this idea.
Later, I supported myself with one thought: I thought that after you die and this shop is completely owned by me, it will be regarded as a kind of compensation for my efforts. I'll just tolerate it.
But what did I hear the year before last?
That night, outside your window, I heard you say: After the shop is expanded, everything will be taken care of by Qiu Zhichen. Just take our family back to the countryside.
There are still houses and fields in the countryside. Just repair the houses and farm with peace of mind.
Ha, the fruits of my hard work for half a lifetime are about to be snatched away by Qiu Zhichen. Why?
Is it just because he is young? Just because he can't support himself is a loser?
What kind of reason is this?
How does this make me feel so embarrassed? How could I possibly accept it?
I once again had the idea of killing Qiu Zhichen.
Only after he dies will this home completely belong to me. It's my own.
But he has grown up, and he has become wary of me. He will stay away even when I come near him. What should I do?
That night, I happened to see him suddenly run out.
Originally, he was going to bolt the door to the backyard. I followed him quietly, hoping to take the opportunity to push him out and kill him.
But before I could muster the courage, I saw him suddenly running out.
Of course I want to follow.
It was so late and he went out alone, which gave me the best chance to make a move.
He wasn't looking behind him at all.
I guessed what he was doing out there. He often secretly had private meetings with She Xiaoyu, private meetings that were not shameful at all and did not pay any attention to.
But it has never happened so late as this time.
I knew it: my chance had come.
Because the place where they often meet privately is the abandoned area in the south. There are very few people there who can be seen during the day, not to mention that there is no one there so late.
I followed him, saw the back of what seemed to be She Xiaoyu, and saw Qiu Zhichen slipping, and secretly despised him in my heart.
He is really a useless piece of trash. He can even fall while running.
I don't even know what they are doing in this world with trash like this?
Is it because we, those of us who work hard, are here to pave the way for their good days? Are they just going to step on our heads and enjoy the fruits of our hard work? "
