Everyone has their own dream, this dream is hidden in their hearts, and when you are crushed by fate and reality, this dream will support you to stand up slowly.

This is the story of a teenager chasing his dreams. The turquoise grass glows golden in the setting sun, and it is surrounded by dilapidated ancient buildings, giving it a desolate beauty.

In the middle of these sat a man and a woman, the maiden with a silver hairpin on her head and the jewels on it shining softly, lying on the lap of the young man, who was ragged and staring blankly ahead.

The breeze blew, blowing the hair on the boy's forehead and the girl's hairpin, as if they had been blessed from this heaven and earth.

A young man lay on the ground weakly, looking at the blue sky, slowly opened his clenched hand, there was a beautiful hairpin in it, there was a little more tenderness in the young man's eyes, he kicked the hairpin into his arms, got up from the ground, and walked out.

He got on his battered bicycle and rode towards a residential area. His name is Ling Guang, which is a very mediocre name.

And he.. It's not even ordinary, he has a wooden personality, a thin body, and he has no characteristics except for some delicate eyebrows.

He was an orphan, and according to his adoptive parents, his parents abandoned him because they couldn't support him.

His adoptive parents and their son often called themselves fools because of their wooden personalities, and over time, almost everyone called them fools.

Only her, he touched the hairpin in his arms. The old-fashioned unit buildings are connected in patches, surrounded by several large poplar trees, with the wind blowing, the leaves make a rustling sound, he walked to the front of the building, looked at the surrounding residential buildings and large poplar trees, the gentle breeze stirred his hair, the sun shone on his body, making him feel warm.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed it all, it was the most beautiful moment for him.

"Hey, little fool......" yelled the young man upstairs as he looked up at the boy upstairs, it was his younger brother, the child of his adoptive parents.

He is physically strong, has an unusually developed motor nerve, and has won the national basketball championship. He will be in the top few in every exam, if it weren't for his face, then he would really be the pride of the sky.

Compare it with yourself. He looked at the blood and mud on his clothes, and clenched his fists again.

He returned home, as soon as he entered the door, he didn't even say hello and went directly back to his room, there was only a bed and a table in his room, he wiped his face with alcohol, changed his clothes, and lay directly on the bed, looking straight at the ceiling, muttering: "Where are you, Xiao Ai." "In the far north, the ground is snow-white, and the snow flutters all year round, and the snow floods everything here.

However, there are still creatures here, and cute little polar bears are playing on the ice, their paws scratching their heads and their noses shrugging.

Suddenly, a huge black claw stretched out of the ice and let out a scream, pressing the polar bear violently below the ice, revealing only a pair of dark red eyes.

There was a hint of ferocity and greed in these eyes.

"Lingguang, it's time to eat. The adoptive father knocked on the door and said. He slowly opened his eyes and looked into his room, a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and he woke up from his dream.

He opened the door and saw a family of three eating, he walked to the table and sat down. The family of three was happy, and they were silently competing with the rice in their hands.

"Son, this time I took the top three in the class again. The adoptive mother had a look on her face. As a mother, you often use your children as a way to show off, such as when you are eating at the dinner table.

Suddenly, someone will ask your parents what number of times you have taken the test, and then he will say what number of times his son has taken the test or something, and then your parents will hang up the phone with a smile and have a round table with you about learning, which is the pride of parents.

Ling Guang lowered his head and picked up the rice, letting his adoptive mother look like a flying poplar, I was only interested in the meal. Seeing Ling Guang's indifferent look, the adoptive mother snorted and stopped talking.

And his younger brother stuffed his mouth with rice. There was no sound at the dinner table except for the sound of eating. Suddenly, Ling Guang pushed his chair back and walked straight back to his room.

The rest of the table looked disdainful. Ling Guang returned to his room and slowly wiped his injured part with medicine.

"Hiss," he gasped. After a while, he was sweating profusely to bandage his wound.

He is used to it, and it can be said that he will have some older children and himself in elementary and middle school

"Make friends", but he never fought back, because there was no point, he was beaten the same, he was ridiculed the same, it was better to accept it and take it all.

He looked at the alarm clock, and the hands of the clock were all pointing to twelve, and he knew that his day was finally over, and he fell asleep in his bed.

Early in the morning, he rode slowly to his school on his bicycle. Ailan Middle School is the best middle school in the province, the environment is good, the facilities are complete, it is still the first middle school in the province advertised by the governor, at the same time, the tuition fees here are also prohibitive, here is the paradise of the children of the rich in the city, is the gathering place of the rich.

It is said that the son of his adoptive parents can go to this school because of a relative of his own, and after the cheap relative sees him, he provides for his own son, providing for his own tuition and miscellaneous expenses at this school, and paying his adoptive father and adoptive mother every month, which gives them the capital to go to this school.

The adoptive parents' son is named Li Yiguang. The name is said to represent the hope of the adoptive parents' family, who want their son to shine in the foyer.