Since there were no classes on the weekend, there weren’t many people at the school. Wang Ling’er led Shutong directly to the school auditorium and had her sit in a corner seat below the stage.
She was rehearsing for a play; her role was small, but it was important, so she didn’t miss a single performance.
Surprisingly, the auditorium was heated. Shutong stretched her stiff hands and feet, took out a comic book from her tattered bag, and began to read it with great interest.
However, just as she was about to finish reading the ending, a long, beautiful hand suddenly snatched the book away.
Shutong looked up blankly and saw Fan Yue’s unusually serious and indifferent face.
“Why is it you again…” She muttered, looking at the book he was holding, but not daring to speak too loudly.
Out of concern for a mentally unstable teenager, Shutong took the initiative to ask, “Brother, do you have a performance too?”
But he shot a cold, piercing glare at her, as if it were a physical blade, and asked, “Who’s your brother?”
Shutong shut her mouth and stretched out her little hand, gesturing for him to return the book.
She thought that Fan Yue would be impatient, but he immediately suppressed his anger, handed her the book, and sat down in the seat next to her.
Shutong didn’t know what he was up to. She glanced at him a few times, but he didn’t do anything, so she ignored him.
She buried herself in the comic book she hadn’t finished reading, and every now and then, she would pop a piece of pickled tangerine peel into her mouth and suck on it happily.
When Shutong came out of the bathroom, she saw two figures in the previously empty corridor.
After a loud slap, the man roared, “Go back home!”
Startled, Shutong stopped in her tracks, shrank to one side, and stared at the two people.
The one who had been slapped was Fan Yue. His head was tilted to one side. One cheek was swollen, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.
The middle-aged man standing opposite him was wearing a military uniform and exuded an aura of authority, but his expression was full of anger and disappointment; he had used force in that slap.
Fan Yue didn’t say a word and turned to walk away.
The middle-aged man watched his retreating figure and sighed deeply.
Suddenly, seeing the little girl standing blankly by the potted plant, his face stiffened, but he still managed to force a smile so as not to look too fierce.
Shutong felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze and quickly greeted him, “Hello, Uncle! Goodbye, Uncle!”
After saying that, she grabbed her handbag strap and ran away as fast as she could.
“…”
Fan Jun stood there for a while.
Then two soldiers walked up to him and said, “Commander, it’s time to set off.”
Fan Jun looked at his palm and nodded with a complicated expression.
Fan Yue’s fighting outside was one thing, but now he hadn’t been home for days. If this continued, who knew what he would become!
But he didn’t have time to discipline his son.
Fan Yue didn’t return to the auditorium. Instead, he splashed cold water on his face at the tap behind the auditorium. Soon, his hands and face turned bright red.
Shutong then noticed that he had injuries on both hands, especially on the knuckles of his left hand, where the skin was broken and bleeding, and the area was red and swollen.
From her observation, he had probably been in a fight, and it was the kind where he initiated the fight.
Shutong watched from the side and couldn’t help but gasp; it looked painful to watch.
Fan Yue seemed oblivious, wiping his cracked lips with his fingertips and spitting out blood-tinged saliva.
He felt extremely dizzy, which even made him feel nauseous.
He braced himself against the edge of the sink, suppressing the urge to vomit. After a while, he straightened up and turned to walk down a path.
Shutong recalled that Fan Yue seemed to have suffered a concussion from being slapped by his father in high school, which also damaged his hearing. However, he had never told anyone about it. It was Cong Jun who eventually found out.
Fan Yue left through the back gate of the school and entered the bustling street.
Shutong quickly ran back to the auditorium, left a message for Wang Ling’er, and then ran off again.
She followed Fan Yue at a distance, unsure whether she should advise him to go to the hospital.
She feared that he would end up like the character in the story, suffering hearing loss in his left ear and harboring resentment toward his father for the rest of his life.
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