AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 37

Chapter 37: No One Loves Him – A Cold Grandfather, A Purely Hateful Brother, A Shattered…

Chapter 37: No One Loves Him – A Cold Grandfather, A Purely Hateful Brother, A Shattered…

Faced with this question, silence is golden to avoid awkwardness.

Song Ningwan thought that according to his current persona, he really shouldn’t say anything.

However, Ying seemed to vaguely sense something and didn’t let Song Ningwan off the hook, following behind him and saying, “If that’s true, then leave him.” After saying this, Ying stared into Song Ningwan’s eyes, his voice cold.

Song Ningwan strongly agreed with this statement, stopping and turning around. “Are you afraid I’ll hurt him?” This sounded a bit strange, since Ka’lier was a madman who was more likely to hurt others.

“What is your relationship?” Song Ningwan pretended to be puzzled and humbly asked for advice, wanting to see how Ying would answer.

Ying didn’t answer until a violent explosion came from behind. Song Ningwan turned his head to see hundreds, even thousands, of Lower Trash District people charging over with weapons, declaring war on the Upper Trash District.

Bang!

Bullets indiscriminately swept across the surrounding buildings, accompanied by the slogan “Freedom Forever, Fireworks Eternal,” fighting a bloody battle.

They smashed through the gate of the illusory paradise, tearing off the disguise with brute force, revealing blood and internal organs.

“They’re attacking! What should we do?”

Someone screamed in panic. A bullet streaked through the air, leaving a fleeting shadow, followed by a spray of blood that splattered on another person’s face.

“Ahhh! Run!”

The ever-flowing water that passed through Upper Trash District divided it into two parts.

Lower Trash District terrorists had already sneaked into the left bank of Upper Trash District through underwater tunnels. Now, they were burning, killing, and looting, successfully occupying the land.

They shouted slogans and threw bombs to destroy the right bank.

On the right was panic and fear, on the left was high spirits and excitement.

Standing in the central square of the right bank, Bi Lin released his Connect Spirit, coldly watching the chaotic scene, and instructed the armed forces, “Kill them all.”

“Grandfather,” In Lun suddenly spoke up, “I’ll go lead them to eliminate the intruders.”

Bi Lin directly ignored In Lun, walked to Allen’s side, lowered his eyes, and touched his soft golden hair.

Bi Lin asked, “Are you afraid of death?”

Allen’s clenched knuckles turned white. He shook his head forcefully, “No, I’m not afraid.”

“Are you afraid of death!” Bi Lin shouted. Allen shook his head tremblingly, faintly hearing a sob.

“Not afraid!” The sword in his hand was about to fall to the ground because he couldn’t hold it steady. Even though little Allen’s face was pale and his eyes were full of tears, he still held his head high and puffed out his chest.

“Remember what I told you?” Bi Lin’s movements were gentle, his tone exceptionally soft. “Take the sword in your hand, and go.”

“Bring glory to the Jian family, honor even in death!” Allen’s legs were weak from the sound of gunfire. He didn’t dare to look into Bi Lin’s eyes, so he could only hold the sword in his hand for comfort.

Grandfather was sending him to the front lines to boost morale, but Allen was very young, so young that he had just learned to speak.

He didn’t dare to move forward, but there was an invisible hand behind him, pushing him forward. Even if the road ahead was hell, Allen wouldn’t be allowed to retreat half a step.

He missed his father…

Allen missed his father.

He missed him so much, so much, so much.

Where was his father? Would he come pick him up?

He was so scared, would he never see his father again…

Stepping on the blood-stained ground, every step was filled with fear. Allen couldn’t see the surrounding scenery clearly, and mist gathered in his eyes. He touched the corner of his eye with his finger, feeling the wetness.

He really missed his father.

The voice of an armed soldier came from his ear, “Young Master, don’t be afraid. Even if we reach the dangerous front lines, we uncles will protect you. This is the task the head of the family gave us.”

“Remember, when you get to the river later, run if you encounter danger! Don’t run back towards the head of the family, just find a place to hide, understand?”

Allen nodded. He carefully looked at the sword. “Father… am I a hero? Are you watching?”

The armed soldiers escorted Allen closer to the riverbank. The ferocious bandits on the left bank saw this scene and jokingly mocked, “Where did this little brat come from? Don’t cry for your mommy and daddy and wet your pants later. Tell Bi Lin Jian to come over. Is he going to be a coward?”

“You’re not allowed to say that!” Allen’s aura was strong, but his voice was soft and gentle, lacking any real threat.

“A little runt is threatening us! Come on! Submit to the smell of gunpowder, tremble!” The enemy aimed at the right bank and launched a bomb. A loud bang echoed, making ears ring.

Heat instantly devoured the air, and waves of heat surged, whipping up wind and dust. Allen took a step back with his right foot and used his arm to protect his eyes.

When the residual heat subsided, Allen lowered his arm. The moment he regained his sight, his blood ran cold. A bomb was rushing towards him with lightning speed.

Allen didn’t have time to dodge and froze on the spot.

As he waited for death to arrive, he began to feel relieved.

Maybe he would never see his father again.

Thinking of this, tears involuntarily flowed out.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm. Allen lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The person used their palm to protect his head, rolling a few times on the ground, just barely dodging the bomb.

Bang!

The mud kicked up by the aftershock didn’t hurt Allen. He was held tightly in someone’s arms.

Feeling comforted and safe, Allen cried, burying his face in Song Ningwan’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“What’s with the crying.” Song Ningwan hissed, getting up from the ground, and checking if Allen was injured first.

Allen was very well-behaved, letting Song Ningwan fuss over him, only large tears kept falling, unable to be stopped.

“Does it hurt?” Song Ningwan tried to soften his voice as much as possible, comforting the frightened little one.

“Father…”

Song Ningwan responded, “Mm.”

“Father…”

“Mm.”

“Father…” Allen called out again and again, as if confirming whether what appeared before him was an illusion.

The father in his dreams was cold, never looking at him, and never responding to his calls.

He was like a misty cloud, visible but untouchable.

A gentle touch, and the dream would shatter, the clouds would dissipate.

But the person before him was vivid, and the warm, gentle embrace was a luxury, making Allen greedy and insatiable.

He never wanted to leave Song Ningwan again.

“Father, don’t leave me.”

Allen kept crying, and Song Ningwan kept wiping away his tears with his fingertips, his voice gentle, “Everyone has a mission, and your mission is to survive.”

“I really miss Father…”

“Find a place to hide, leave this to me.” Song Ningwan looked around. After the bombardment, smoke filled the air. He held Allen in his arms and finally found Ying in the midst of the chaos after some effort.

Song Ningwan put Allen down and pushed him in front of Ying, “Help me take care of the child.”

In the smoke, Ying stood still, his dark pupils deep and cold.

“Don’t leave Father.” Allen held onto Song Ningwan’s clothes, refusing to let go.

“Allen, you shouldn’t be so dependent on me. Because I’m going to kill your grandfather, and you and I can only be enemies.” Song Ningwan frowned, feeling that Allen trusted him too much, which wasn’t good.

Allen was shocked by these words and subconsciously let go of his hand.

Song Ningwan didn’t dare to look at the child’s eyes, his gaze wandering, but at that moment, he met Ying’s eyes.

“Kill grandfather… enemies… Father, why kill grandfather?” Allen didn’t understand. He always felt a subtle feeling flowing between the three of them.

“Because I’m not your father, and your grandfather is my enemy. I will kill him.” Song Ningwan’s words were cold and ruthless. He couldn’t deceive Allen, so he preferred to lay out the bloody hatred.

“There is a blood feud between us. You may not understand it now because you are still young, but you will understand in the future.” Song Ningwan said softly, “Enemies can never live in harmony.”

Allen shook his head, crying, and hugged Song Ningwan’s leg, refusing to let go. He didn’t understand hatred, he only knew that he didn’t want to be separated again.

In Allen’s memory, his half-brother In Lun, with his defective Connect Spirit, was always humble, polite, noble, and arrogant in front of outsiders.

In Lun’s intelligence, excellence, and likability were something Allen couldn’t feel.

He only knew that his half-brother didn’t like him.

Grandfather Bi Lin was actually very good to him.

Everyone knew that he was the grandfather’s most beloved grandson, but why were the grandfather’s eyes always without warmth, and even though his tone was so gentle, it frightened him.

It was as if he was saying that if he didn’t obey, he would die.

That day, he was walking on the streets of Upper Trash District mall with bodyguards when suddenly a burst of smoke rose up, knocking him unconscious and getting kidnapped.

Although he was unconscious, he faintly heard conversations.

“This is the young master! Is the head of the family really willing to leave the child in a place like the Lower Trash District? He’ll die, right? He’s so young…”

“The head of the family’s thoughts are not for you to guess. We are just following the rules.”

“Everyone thought it was the eldest young master who was jealous of the head of the family’s love for his younger brother, but who knew the head of the family had such good methods. Tsk, tsk! The eldest young master In Lun was severely punished for this. As expected, wealthy families are ruthless.”

“We’re about to die too. Do you think you can live after knowing this secret?”

“Heh, I can’t even say a few words before I die. Sigh, he’s so pitiful. Don’t leave Allen alone in the Lower Trash District, sell him to that person. He looks like a rich doctor.”

After that, Allen was handed over to a doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

When that person looked at him, it was like looking at a pet.

Allen was very scared because the doctor was researching his body, constantly saying, “Poor thing, Bi Lin is so cold-blooded.”

The doctor knew his grandfather, would he take him back?

Allen ran away in fear and only then did he know that he was in the Lower Trash District, that war-torn hell.

Everyone here had malicious intentions and wanted to kidnap/sell Allen.

But when Song Ningwan appeared in his sight, he shouted fiercely at the people around him, “This is my son, I’ll dig out your eyes if you look at him again!” (This was the original host.)

Allen shrunk to the side, not daring to say anything.

Was he… father?

As a result, someone got very angry and beat up father.

Allen was very scared but didn’t dare to stop them.

When he watched Song Ningwan faint, his heart sank.

What to do…

Father was dead, grandfather didn’t want him, brother hated him, what was he going to do?

Who would save him?

Just when Allen was desperate, Song Ningwan came back to life and held him in his arms.

It was so warm, a feeling he had never experienced before.

Song Ningwan had never smiled, Allen thought that father was very fierce and didn’t like him.

But when the warm hand wiped away his tears again and again, Allen knew what home was.