Before leaving school, life is hopeless, and for a child, the blow is undoubtedly very big.

At the end of the day's lessons, Yang Hao seemed to have finished a day's torture, dragging his tired body, like a headless zombie, and came to Xicheng with his head down.

Xicheng is a shanty town, and most of the people living here are poor people living at the bottom like Yang Hao.

In such a world, there is no dignity without ability, and there is no day to emerge.

Yang Hao's family lives on the very edge of the shantytown, a simple steel house separated by foam board, separated into a one-bedroom apartment.

Outside the door, there is a simple shed made of asbestos tiles and wooden planks, let's call it a kitchen.

Pushing open the door, a strong and pungent smell of alcohol greeted me.

Yang Hao seemed to be used to this, and glanced at his drunken father on the sofa while cleaning up the wine bottle on the ground, and said, "Dad, I'm back, I'm going to cook." ”

"Humph......"

Yang Mingyuan, who was lying on the sofa, snorted, and didn't know if he was responding to Yang Hao or talking in his dreams.

"Hey......" Yang Hao sighed and walked into the kitchen.

Yang Hao was born in this family, so he didn't have the slightest concept of the four words in the family road, but Yang Mingyuan witnessed the rise and fall of the family with his own eyes.

From the second young master in the family to the waste who didn't even have the ability to survive, such a gap made Yang Mingyuan slump from then on.

When Yang Hao was young, Yang Mingyuan would personally teach Yang Hao kung fu on a whim, but since Yang Hao's mother died, Yang Mingyuan drank heavily all day long, drunk and dreamed of death.

Although Yang Hao is young and has experienced so many things, he naturally knows what it means to use alcohol to eliminate his sorrows.

Soon, the smell of rice came from the kitchen, and then Yang Hao walked out of the kitchen with the food.

Putting the meal on the table not far from Yang Mingyuan, Yang Hao shook Yang Mingyuan and shouted softly: "Dad, wake up, I made you porridge to replenish your stomach ......"

"Oh......"

Yang Mingyuan sat up from the sofa in a daze, picked up a bowl from the table with red eyes, swallowed it with a "goo", and then smacked his mouth and said, "Salty ......"

"Dad, that's a vegetable ......" Yang Hao sweated.

"Oh. ”

Yang Mingyuan put down the vegetable bowl, picked up the porridge next to him and swallowed it, lifted his spirits slightly, and then sighed: "The taste is far from what your mother made, is she back?"

"Dad...... My mom ...... three years ago."

Yang Hao reminded softly.

"Oh...... I know. Yang Mingyuan shook his head when he heard this, and said, "It's all my fault...... If I could awaken, Ah Hua wouldn't die, it's all my fault...... It's all my fault. ”

In the past three years, Yang Mingyuan would ask Yang Hao this question every time he woke up, and then he talked to himself, and now Yang Hao has long been used to it, and he only cares about eating.

After eating, Yang Hao stood up and said, "Dad, I'll go to the rest meeting first, just put the dishes and chopsticks on the table after you finish eating, and I'll wash them later." ”

As he spoke, Yang Hao was about to go back to the bedroom.

But at this moment, Yang Mingyuan asked as if he had suddenly opened his mind: "Xiaohao, you are about to take the high school entrance examination." ”

"This ......"

Yang Hao was shocked, and replied vaguely: "Hmm...... It's almost there. ”

"How is it, can you wake up?" asked Yang Mingyuan expectantly.

Yang Hao is a very smart child, although Yang Mingyuan didn't say it, but he also knew why his father became what he is now, so Yang Hao studied hard, not for anything else, just to give Yang Mingyuan a glimmer of hope.

But now that Yang Hao is in such a situation, how dare he tell the truth to Yang Mingyuan, if he says it truthfully, Yang Mingyuan will not have to completely collapse?

"Don't worry, Dad. Yang Hao paused and said: "I have excellent grades now, and there must be no problem." ”

"That's good, that's good. Hearing Yang Hao's reply, Yang Mingyuan's face, which had been hanging, finally stretched out and showed a relieved smile.

Seeing his father's appearance, Yang Hao's heart couldn't help but tighten.

"Son. Yang Mingyuan waved his hand to Yang Hao, then patted the sofa and said, "Come, sit here with Dad, Dad has something for you." ”

"Hmm. Yang Haoming knew that Yang Mingyuan didn't have any good things, but he still walked over very obediently.

At this time, Yang Mingyuan stood up and rummaged through the cupboard, and took out a small red box.

Yang Mingyuan held the box with both hands very reverently, sat back on the sofa, and then carefully lifted the lid.

A strangely shaped sign was revealed in the box.

The brand is an octagonal structure, and in the middle is a round black and white thing, Yang Hao, as a talented student of Tianlan Middle School, can be regarded as well-read, but he doesn't know what this thing is at all.

"What is this?"

Yang Hao asked curiously.

Yang Mingyuan held out the sign and said excitedly: "This is our Yang family's gossip order, a symbol of the identity of the head of the family, your grandfather passed it on to your grandfather, your grandfather passed it on to your uncle, and now I will pass it on to you for your uncle." ”

“......”

Yang Hao said speechlessly: "Dad, what age is this, now there are only two of us left in the Yang family, whether I can find a daughter-in-law to inherit the family is not necessarily, what's the use of being the head of this family? ”

In the final analysis, Yang Hao is not interested in the so-called Yang family at all, if it weren't for the glorious history of the Yang family, the burden of the Yang family would not be too big, Yang Hao's mother would not be tired to death, and Yang Mingyuan would not have to bear so much pressure to become this crazy appearance, how good it is for everyone to be happy to be ordinary people.

This brand of the head of the family is the burden of several generations of the Yang family, the previous generation has become like this, why poison the next generation, Yang Hao's ideal now is to send the old man to the end with peace of mind, and then spend the second half of his life carefree.

Because of this, Yang Hao is very taboo about others mentioning the Yang family.

It's not that Yang Hao has no ambition, but that Yang Hao has experienced all kinds of despair at a young age, and now he has completely seen through the reality.

"Nonsense!"

Seeing that Wang Yu was so disrespectful to this brand, Yang Mingyuan suddenly said sternly: "With this brand, you are the head of the Yang family, do you know the Wang family?"

"Wang family, is it the city lord?" Yang Hao thought for a while and replied.

On this day, there are so many people surnamed Wang in the city, but they dare to call themselves the king's family, only the city lord's family.

"Not bad!"

Yang Mingyuan said: "Our Yang family and the Wang family have been friends since ancient times, and his ancestors owe our Yang family a favor, so there is an ancestral training of generational marriage, in the past, our Yang family didn't want others to say that they were clinging to others, but now that you can wake up, of course, you have to take the responsibility of being the head of the family and take it!"

As he spoke, Yang Mingyuan fiercely stuffed the gossip order into Yang Hao's hand.

"This ......"

Yang Hao secretly glanced at the crazy Yang Mingyuan, clutching the gossip order in his hand but didn't dare to throw it, looking at a loss.

Yang Mingyuan didn't know that Yang Hao was lying to himself, but Yang Hao knew that an incompetent waste was going to the City Lord's Mansion to talk about marriage with a bad brand, isn't this looking for a beating?

However, just when Yang Hao didn't know whether to tell the truth to Yang Mingyuan, suddenly a voice sounded in Yang Hao's mind.

"Well, quiet, inaction, husband only does not fight, so the world can not compete with it, it is a good seedling of cultivation. ”