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They are father and son. His surname is Wei, but his surname is Shan. The man looked at the beautiful woman with a desperate and painful expression: "You think I don't know, that little bastard is not mine at all. If it weren't for the fact that he looked like you, I would have strangled him to death." He was only three years old at the time, in his mother's arms. The only memory I have when I was three years old is this sentence and the scene of my mother bleeding down the stairs. When he was ten years old, a man took him to his mother's grave for the first time. The man said, "Your mother's surname is Shan, and your father's surname is also Shan." From then on, he stopped calling him father. At the age of twelve, the man entered his room drunk, hugged him and called his mother's name, and gradually fell asleep. Late at night on his fourteenth birthday, a man entered his room again. There was no smell of alcohol on his body, but he forced himself on him. However, the man still called his mother's name. At the age of eighteen, the man fell asleep tiredly after making love. He was awake and gently kissed the man who was sleeping like a child. That was their first kiss. The next day, he left. At the age of twenty-two, he met the man again, and the man said: □ is also a kind of love. (Small thank you: Please support me!) Intention: