Fu Sijian was homeless when he was seven years old. At the age of seventeen, he picked up a younger brother and named him Jian Changan.
He raised him for seven years, with a spoonful of rice and a ladle of water, and raised him from a skinny little mute to a tall, tall and handsome boy.
Then Jian Changan disappeared.
For three years, Fu Sijian searched every corner of the city, but one night he was dragged into a strange "game".
He fought his way through the dungeon, with blood dripping from his fingertips and scarlet eyes. Finally, at the top of the rankings, he saw the face engraved in his memory.
Jian Changan sat there, looking at him like a stranger.
"Who are you?"
Fu Sijian smiled, her throat tight: "It's okay. I'll take you home."
——The person he has been looking for for three years has forgotten about him.
But that was enough for him to remember.
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