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Du Qiguan raised his eyes.

He has been in poor health for the past two years, especially his eyes, which are very blurred. So when there was a sound at the door just now, he didn't know who it was.

Until the clear voice of the visitor brewed a call without any emotion——

"Grandpa."

He has only one grandson and one granddaughter.

Du Qiguan stretched out his hand and pushed the presbyopic glasses on the bridge of his nose, only then could he see Han Yu clearly a few steps away.

I haven't seen for many years, that once cowardly boy doll has grown into such a tall and handsome appearance!

The old man trembled, and his fingers on the goblet trembled slightly.

He looked closely.

There is a faint shadow of his own son in the boy's eyebrows, especially the indelible arrogance and indifference, which are exactly the same.

Du Qiguan suddenly thought that if Han Chan hadn't died, he would be as old as Han Yu by now. Will he be born so tall, will he inherit the outstanding appearance of his parents, will he also send blessings on his birthday today?

Han Chan will definitely snuggle into his arms affectionately and call him grandpa, right?

Instead of standing far away like Han Yu, with a cold voice, repelling people thousands of miles away.

Du Qiguan sighed and laughed at himself.

But he didn't reflect on what caused Han Yu's indifference to everything.

It wasn't that the boy wanted to stay away from them, but that they pushed him away cruelly.

Du Qiguan only thought that he had lost a grandson, and Father Han and Du Ruo had lost a son, but he never thought that Han Yu had also lost a brother.

What did such a young child know at that time?

Several adults put the blame on Han Yu, just because they dare not face the truth. Even if Han Yu hadn't run away from home and Han Chan had successfully completed the operation, what would happen next?

Who can guarantee that Han Chan will not have complications?

Putting these aside, to put it bluntly, Han Yu even had reasons not to undergo surgery.

His life is his own, even if the other party is his own brother, as long as he is unwilling, he can completely refuse.

Adults only bully him.

Han Yu thought about it, if he hadn't escaped at that time, and had obediently pumped the bone marrow, what would have happened next?

Assuming that Han Chan survived, the whole family would still revolve around him, what position would he be in?

The reason he was born was for Han Chan. Now that Han Chan has recovered from his illness and his own value has been fulfilled, is it not necessary?

Even in the end, it would be hypocritical for his parents to dote on him for what he has done for Han Chan.

This will give Han Yu a feeling...that he is begging for favor...

He has always been aloof and can't be so begging for mercy.

So, if he was given a chance to go back to the past and make another choice in that hospital that day, he thought, he would still leave without hesitation.

Han Yu knew that he would never regret what he decided.

Looking at Du Qiguan's expression now, he knew that there was nothing wrong with his persistence back then.

The boy also smiled mockingly, turned around and went straight to the sofa in the corner to sit down without extravagant expectations.

The living room is very large, with several hundred square meters, it is not a problem to accommodate dozens of people. After all, although Du Qiguan retired for several years, the family property he worked hard for when he was young is still very rich, which is enough for him to spend his old age in peace and stability.

Han Yu tilted his head, his eyes swept back and forth on the faces of those strangers, and finally retracted, took out his mobile phone and read the news boredly.

Anyway, I don't know anyone, so I hide here quietly, happy and leisurely.

Han Yu was not interested in those relatives, but those relatives were very interested in Han Yu.

Most of them have never seen this beautiful young man, and it was only when they heard him call "Grandpa" that they realized that it was Du Qiguan's grandson.

It stands to reason that Du Qiguan should have a hard time with this baby grandson, but... no matter how you look at it, the relationship between the two is very rigid.

Everyone speculated silently in their hearts, the laughter just now turned into a low-pitched discussion, and prying eyes always glanced at the sofa intentionally or unintentionally.

Among them were two girls who were about the same age as Han Yu, staring straight at him, ignoring the latter's gradually frowning eyebrows, smiling while covering their mouths, and muttering "so handsome, so handsome" in bits and pieces.

Han Yu was so annoyed that he simply turned his back, put his head on the sofa, and curled up into a ball.

Du Ruo was looking at him from the other side of the living room, with a helpless expression on his face.

Father Han stood beside her, and upon seeing this, he said, "You don't want to go over and take care of it? So many relatives and friends are present, and you don't even call them uncle or aunt?"

"You don't understand your son's temper?" Du Ruo asked back, "If I can manage it, is he still like this?"

Father Han pursed his lips, with a serious expression, "I'll go over here." After all, he was still Han Yu's father. Although the relationship between father and son was already bad, he really didn't want to see this family any longer in embarrassment.

Du Ruo nodded.

Why doesn't she hope that they can be well?

It's just that she has the same problem as Father Han and Du Qiguan, that is, what she thinks, what she says, and what she does in action are all different.

In layman's terms, they don't want to get along in such dire straits anymore, but they don't work hard to improve or deal with this relationship.

"Brother, what are you playing?"

Han Yu was watching his phone well, when suddenly a delicate voice came from his ear.

The boy's facial features immediately wrinkled together.

He turned his head and looked, and at some point, a girl came to the sofa behind her. She had a round face, looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with double ponytails and a pure white dress.

Han Yu didn't speak, but turned his head back, and continued to watch the news on his own.

It's just that he shrank back quietly and stayed away from the girl.

As a result, the other party posted it again!

"Brother, can I watch it with you?" The girl leaned over, because she was kneeling on the sofa, so when she straightened her back, she was taller than Han Yu who was sitting, so she could easily rest her chin on the boy on the shoulders.

Han Yu instantly had goose bumps all over his body, and even his scalp began to tingle.

"Stay away from me." He moved his shoulders and turned around in disgust, avoiding the girl's contact.

Han Yu's eyes are very cold, anyone can see that he is now on the verge of anger.

But the girl didn't know if she was really stupid or fake, she didn't care about the boy's darkened expression at all, she moved forward again, pouted her mouth and said coquettishly: "Brother, you—"

She didn't finish her sentence, because when Han Yu heard the word "brother", his hair exploded.

Grandma, this is not cute, this is affectation!

He interrupted the girl with one word—

"roll."