Let parents rejoice and give glory to their children.

Everyone here usually frolicks, occasionally flying and domineering, and the white-eyed wolf, who really has no wolf heart and dog lungs, has more or less feelings for the former, but the latter seems to be too far away from them, staring at his good buddy Yang Chen in surprise.

Yang Chen didn't explain, just smiled, a faint smile was very good to hide the mood fluctuations, when he was seven years old, his parents were laid off, took out a meager layoff subsidy and borrowed some money, opened a small restaurant, the fulfillment of the difficult and hateful statement at the beginning of everything and the creditors took turns to make it difficult for the whole family to fall into trouble, and since then he completely understood what poverty is, and this daunting word accompanied him through the six years of primary school.

Many of those years are vivid.

In the summer camp of the second grade of primary school, the classmates and teachers took out their own sumptuous snacks and drank canned carbonated drinks, and he ate boiled eggs and mustard steamed buns brought from home.

His childhood memories precipitated too much bitterness and hardship.

He knew how unpleasant this bitterness and hardship were, so he wanted to give glory to his children.

"What are you talking about, come brothers, let's do one together, congratulations to Yang Zi on being admitted to No. 1 Middle School, and I hope we will be brothers for life." Hao Yong, who felt that the atmosphere was a little stuffy, took the lead in raising his glass, and more than a dozen teenagers successively raised the glasses full of beer, stood up straight, tilted their heads, and drank this glass of wine with passion, drawing a slightly flamboyant end to their junior high school days.

After dinner until nine o'clock, this group of teenagers with the smell of alcohol transferred their positions and went straight to the street with the highest concentration of civilian nightclubs in Xinfeng City, and poured into an old KTV with a light box signboard, with a package of 168 yuan, which can not only sing until one o'clock in the morning, but also give a fruit plate, which is quite affordable.

Maybe it's alcohol, maybe it's really relaxing after graduating from junior high school, Yang Chen's gang quickly entered the state, competing for the microphone and roaring their best songs, the atmosphere was warm, the lights in the private room were dim, Yang Chen sat in the corner and listened to the brothers singing, the constantly flickering light rendered this handsome face with the taste of Takeshi Kaneshiro blurry and deep, not like a seventeen-year-old child.

"Yang Zi, what about pretending to be deep?" Li Feng, who sang Jay Chou's new song, sat down next to Yang Chen with a smile, picked up the cigarette box on the coffee table, pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen waved his hand without thinking, his father's experience made him feel the seventeen-year-old saying that smoking hurts his body and drinking disorderly, and the wine should be properly stained, and the cigarette should never be touched.

Li Feng laughed helplessly, lit a cigarette by himself, looked around at the dozen male animals in the private room, and said regretfully: "There are a few beautiful girls missing tonight, and the atmosphere is a little worse." ”

Yang Chen nodded and smiled, this is also the regret of their small circle, usually patronizing fights, kicking football, playing computer games, and not paying much attention to romance and love, although the A movie has stimulated their imagination, pondering how to raise the guise of falling in love and personally find opportunities to practice the classic actions in the A movie, such as the old man's cart, Guanyin sitting on the lotus, but the excessive reserve of sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls and the strict guard of teachers and parents have made them constrained, and there is nothing to gain.

Junior high school is probably not the flower season for love.

Yang Chen, who is standard single and a man, comforted himself like this.

Hao Yong, Sun Yu, Wang Xiaofei interrupted Yang Chen and Li Feng in the chat, and forced the two to sing "Brothers" together, and the slightly immature singing pushed the atmosphere in the private room to **, at one o'clock in the morning, they still left KTV, I don't know who shouted to go to the Internet café to play CS all night, everyone said in unison, kill the Internet café opened by Li Feng's house.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Yang Chen rode home, under the morning sun, his handsome face was slightly tired, he looked tired, playing games is by no means pure enjoyment, tens of millions of gamers in China, only a few people stand at the peak, of course, there are talent factor constraints, more importantly, few people can withstand sixteen hours a day and day after day of high-intensity training and specialization, playing games to this extent is no longer enjoyable, but painful.

Behind the dazzling aura of every pinnacle person, there is always a staggering hardship experience for ordinary people.

The same is true of Yang Chen, who is proficient in everything in the eyes of his brothers, he has paid much more than others behind his back, riding into the street where his small restaurant is located, the Confucian Temple Street in the old city, the old buildings in the shantytown are lined up along the streets, and the small merchants, hawkers and gangsters are gathered, and the time here seems to be still frozen in the nineties of the last century.

Yang Chen's restaurant, two front rooms on the ground floor of a four-story old building in the center of the street, Yang Guodong, who has been running a small restaurant for ten years, got up early to clean the front of the door as usual, and when he saw his son riding back, his vicissitudes of life that could vaguely find the handsome demeanor of his youth showed a gratifying smile.

The son was admitted to the first middle school in the province, which is considered a key middle school, and the praise of the neighbors, and the individual cautious relatives obviously belong to the tone of not being able to eat grapes and shouting that the teaching quality of the first middle school has declined in recent years, so that this man who has no great ambition and just wants his wife and children to live a relaxed life is extremely satisfied.

My son is better than himself!

Yang Guodong's voice is also his hope for his son's future.

"Your mother left you breakfast, go in and eat it while it's hot." Yang Guodong smiled and instructed, after speaking, he continued to work, Yang Chen put the bicycle and wanted to help, Yang Guodong waved his hand and refused, resolute movements, undoubted expressions, bent backbones, and silent fatherly love were revealed in an instant, as thick as a mountain.

Yang Chen's heart was sour for no reason.

Understanding his father's temper, he silently walked into his own small restaurant, his mother who was vigorous and resolute was wiping the dining tables, so many years his mother was both a proprietress and a waiter, and his father had long been accustomed to playing the roles of boss and chef at the same time.

"Chenchen, put your desk early, go upstairs and eat." The mother was busy and nagging, Yang Chen nodded and agreed, he couldn't interfere with the work in the restaurant, and his parents resolutely didn't let him interfere, and the two who couldn't give their son glory took care of their son in another way.

Yang Chen understood the painstaking efforts of his parents, and did not say much verbose, and walked to the stairs leading to the second floor next to the kitchen, and happened to see Xu Wei who was busy in the kitchen.

Xu Wei, seventeen years old, his mother died of stomach cancer eight years ago, and his father Xu Jianjun died in a coal mine accident the year before last, both parents died and became orphans, because Xu Jianjun and Yang Chen's father Yang Guodong were comrades-in-arms who fought in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, so Xu Wei, whose parents died, was taken in by the Yang family, Yang Guodong originally planned to continue to provide the child with education, but the paranoid Xu Wei insisted on being an apprentice in the Yang family's restaurant.

If you don't like to study, it's not a way out to learn a craft that can support you.

Yang Chenshun went upstairs along the narrow stairs, the upstairs area is about half of the downstairs, about 30 square meters, there is a partition in the middle, divided into two bedrooms, Yang Chen's parents live in the partition room at the staircase, Yang Chen lives in the partition with a window, two single beds are placed in the partition of more than ten square meters, and a writing desk is placed in the middle.

The house is neat and clean.

Xu Wei and Yang Chen lived together, but the child would hardly come in during the day except for sleeping at night, for fear of affecting Yang Chen's rest and study.

Yang Chen hastily ate the soy milk fritters, got into the quilt to make up for sleep, I don't know how long it took, I heard a loud voice downstairs shouting in a daze: "Four people, only one health certificate, how can this work?!" Your situation is a serious violation of state regulations, and we have the right to shut you down! ”

Then Yang Chen heard his parents' whispered words, he rubbed his eyes, turned over and put on his clothes and shoes, and went downstairs to see who came, it turned out to be people from the health and epidemic prevention station in the old city, three men and two women in uniforms coaxed and looked around, sometimes frowning, sometimes pouting.

Yang Chen's mother, Liu Hua, was busy making tea and pouring water for the five people, while Yang Guodong asked the fat man who seemed to be the leader with a smile, "Didn't you say that a small restaurant like ours can get a health certificate?" ”

"It used to be before, and now it is now, do you understand the change in policy? All four of them must have a health certificate, and I will give you a week, and if you don't do it after the deadline, you will definitely be closed. The leading fat man glanced at Yang Guodong with his hands behind his back, and did not hide his arrogance.

Yang Guodong still smiled, bent down slightly, and kept nodding, the bloody man who dared to throw his head and spill his blood on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang more than 30 years ago is humble, and the blood of the year has long been wiped out by the hard life, and the glory of the year is still worthy of respect from how many people?

Yang Chen on the side of the stairs, his eyes swept over the fat man's hateful face, freezing his father's deliberately rickety figure, which showed the arrogant backbone of the republican ** people in the rain of bullets and bullets, and the arc that bent out at this moment deeply pierced Yang Chen's heart, his fists were slowly clenched, and he swore: Dad, one day, my son will let you straighten your spine and face anyone.