"I thought about taking you over before," Ms. An said, suddenly smiling and suddenly dimming, "but I can't do it. I don't want to give you hallucinations, I think I can rely on me. You still have to rely on yourself."

Wang Zixu shook his head: "I never thought of relying on others."

"Don't look at me being glamorous now, there are many unknown sufferings behind me. I don't do whatever I want." Ms. An sighed, "You can never imagine how much suffering I have suffered. I can't tell anyone."

Wang Zixu nodded: "Yes."

But he thought to himself, I can't tell anyone that I have suffered.

"You go back." Ms. An's expression became serious, "If you have any questions in the future, you can send me a message. Don't you have my contact information? Don't contact me anymore, and don't contact Younan anymore."

After a pause, she said again: "It is not good to her, not good to me, not good to you. Do you know? If you don't think about us, you should also consider yourself."

"Um."

"Remember, son," said Ms. An, "Life depends on fate. Some people have good lives, such as Younan. People who are not lucky come to provoke them will only make themselves worse. You have to admit their fate. Do you understand?"

Wang Zixu nodded.

"Okay, you go out and call An Younan in. Don't leave before we come out."

The prince stood up and pushed the door out. As soon as he opened the door, he came into An Younan's sight.

She was pitiful, and she wanted to cry, and looked at Wang Zixu with a silence, as if she wanted to prove something from him.

"Your mother told you to come in." Wang Zixu said.

An Younan walked two steps, opened his mouth, and before she spoke, Wang Zixu whispered, "Go in." He pushed her in.

After closing the door, Wang Zixu slowly went downstairs.

An Younan spent three times more time in the room than Wang Zixu was in it. They talked for a long time, and the volume became louder and louder, but they couldn't hear what was quarrel. Later, the voice decreased and the conversation became calmer.

Finally, both of them walked out, An Younan's eyes were red, and he lowered his head and walked over to Wang Zixu. Ms. An patted Wang Zixu on the shoulder.

"Go back." She said, "I'll ask Younan to take you back."

...

Wang Zixu followed An Younan and went out to find the car. An Younan pointed to the car door in a depressed manner: "I don't want to drive, you can sit in the right place."

After getting on the bus, Wang Zixu went from starting the vehicle to leaving the community, and An Younan said nothing. She didn't speak until she got on the main road:

"She won't let me meet you again. I had a fight with her, and she agreed to let me see you off at the end."

Wang Zixu said, Oh.

"What did you say to her in there?"

"It's almost the same topic," said Wang Zixu. "It's not good for us if she doesn't let me meet you again."

An Younan looked down at him and said, "Is she really your mother?"

"Yes."

"If my dad knew that I was in contact with you and knew about this relationship, he would probably be furious." An Younan said, "so she said it was not good for us."

Wang Zixu knew this in his heart.

The relationship between husband and wife who became monks halfway through the journey is prone to this taboo. Regardless of whether Ma Yongrong knows Ms. An’s past, Wang Zixu’s inexplicable eldest son always makes people feel a little afraid.

"Is she really your mother?" An Younan asked again.

"Yes." Wang Zixu answered again.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I only know, too."

"So, you said your mother and your father were separated, and then she went to Donghai and gave birth to me."

Wang Zixu said simply: "Yes."

"So, you are my half-brother." An Younan concluded.

"Yes." Wang Zixu said again.

An Younan suddenly burst out, grabbed Wang Zixu's arm with both hands, and shook it hard: "Why why why...?"

The car almost tilted out of the lane. Fortunately, it was Binjiang Avenue and there was no pedestrian on the road. Wang Zixu hugged the steering wheel tightly and whispered: "Don't make trouble!"

"Why is this happening? I don't want you to be my brother!"

An Younan cried out with a "wow".

When Wang Zixu turned on the steering wheel, he found a place to stop the car. The car stopped, but An Younan was still crying, but he didn't stop at all.

"Why are you my brother? How come you are like me? You are the one who is the least likely person in the world to be my brother. Why are you?"

Wang Zixu was in a little depressed, but when he heard An Younan lose his temper so childishly, he became a little funny and said:

"Yes, I don't deserve to be your brother, and I never thought of taking advantage of this."

Then, An Younan unexpectedly turned over, turned over, straddled his lap, grabbed his collar with both hands, and stared at him with a serious expression.

"I don't want you to be my brother."

"If possible, I don't want to be your brother. I'm not the kind of person who is tempted by the storm. If possible, I hope I will never be involved with your family."

An Younan slapped him in the face, and Wang Zixu was caught off guard and was stunned.

She said, "You don't understand what I'm talking about at all. Forget it, let's forget about this and just pretend you have never been to my house today."

"Ah?" Wang Zixu didn't understand his brain circuit.

"You have never been to my house, and you have never met my mother. You are not my brother," said An Younan, "We have been since we started."

"Come on, what are you?"

"Fall in love!"

Wang Zixu said: "Are you crazy too?"

"You're crazy, I'm not crazy, I'm very awake now," An Younan stroked his hair back, and his long dark hair spread out like a waterfall. "I've decided to do it today. Let's talk about it as much as we should."

"The key is who said he wanted to talk to you?"

An Younan slapped the headrest behind his head hard, and Wang Zixu's body shook.

"Don't you talk to me about kissing me? Are you still unreasonable?"

Wang Zixu felt that women were unreasonable:

"Isn't that your sudden attack?...Don't mention that, my stomach churned when I think about it now. That thing should be forgotten..."

"I don't care about those!" An Younan started to mess around with a crying voice, "I won't accept it anyway!"

The prince said humbly and calmly: "Be calm, I am very sad today. It took me a long time to accept the reality that I have no mother. I was only 8 years old at that time. Now this scar has been cut open again, bloody and painful, but I accepted it very quickly. I am already thirty. When I am an adult, I should learn to accept reality."

An Younan stared into his eyes and said:

"If you accept reality, you will be a small civil servant in Xihe for the rest of your life; if you accept reality, you will not become a little prince; if you accept reality, you will not be worried about how to publish "Stone Fire"."

Wang Zixu was speechless for a moment.

"Don't worry about those messy things, what's wrong with living for yourself?"

Wang Zixu said: "What do you want to do? I don't understand, what are you thinking?"
Chapter completed!