Li Xiaowei looks at her mother. That's what she said before she died. She asked him to go to his father, the son of Xuanwu family leader, the cowardly man who abandoned their mother and son.

LiXiao was silent. When his mother died, he was very young. He didn't know what happened between his parents at all. At that time, he asked his father in a panic what happened and why he didn't want them. He didn't know at that time. The words "father" were a stimulus to his mother.

This gentle but extremely stubborn woman, with her thin body, sticks to her last dignity.

It wasn't until he grew up that he realized that his father was a man who didn't take on the responsibilities. Under the pressure of the family, he finally gave up on him and his mother.

Even after the college competition, Li Xiaowei and Donald met and went back to Xuanwu family, but he didn't want to call that man's father.

After his mother left, he went to the capital and Xuanwu family, but he didn't go in.

Because that day, when he went to Xuanwu aristocratic family, he saw the man he should have called his father, who was coming down from the carriage with his delicate and tender son, laughing and cheering. The lady in his arms was charming and moving, dressed in silks and satins. His son was lively and cheerful, and the stars and the moon were held in his hands.

At that moment, little lixiaowei finally chose to give up. Instead of knocking on the door of Xuanwu aristocratic family, he left the imperial capital completely and the place that should have been his home.

After the wandering life, LiXiao only realized the sadness of loneliness and no dependence, until he was picked up by his master, he got the warmth again.

However, in front of the Xuanwu aristocratic family, the picture of three people enjoying themselves has always been imprinted on his heart.

Li Xiaowei's silence makes the woman in the hospital bed more unstable. She grabs her son's hand and says off and on: "Xiaowei, you are too young. You need someone to take care of you. Go to him. He is your father..."

"I don't have a father." Li Xiao only lowered his head and bit his lips to death.

For a long time, he was always dull and good tempered in the eyes of other psychic partners, but no matter how good tempered he was, he also had his own obsession.

Father is LiXiao's only obsession.

Li Xiaowei never thought of going back to Xuanwu aristocratic family until the young man with the same blood with him appeared in front of him with a bright smile, and tried to talk with him with no intention, some helpless, even stupid words

Brother.

His brother.

That once replaced him and became the son of that man. He didn't understand the hatred in his heart at all. He stood in front of him like a fool, talked with him red faced and red faced, and looked at him carefully for fear that he might say something wrong and make him unhappy.

At that time, Li Xiao was at a loss. He looked at the young man who robbed him. He looked at him with a smile, innocent eyes, and despised him.

"Brother, would you like to have a word with me? I always want to have a brother. Don't ignore me, will you? "

The silly boy stood in front of him, clutching his head awkwardly and saying something that made him feel puzzled.

At that moment, Li Xiaowei thought that the young master of this Xuanwu family had a bad brain