Grandma breathed a sigh of relief, probably just to see him for the last time. As soon as he entered the house, he noticed that his grandmother's eyes lit up instantly. Grandma struggled to grab Yang Chenggong's hand, but she couldn't grasp it accurately.

"Little success, milk's heart is sharp, milk really wants to ...... I really want to ...... I really want to take you away. ”

Yang Chenggong was so frightened that he struggled and broke free from his grandmother's hand.

Looking at grandma again, there is only breath out and no breath in.

"Dad, Dad!" Yang Chenggong shouted loudly.

Father Yang rushed into the room and confirmed the death of the Yang family's grandmother.

The funeral has nothing to do with Yang Chenggong. Throughout the funeral, Yang Chenggong was groggy.

Because of his grandmother, his hopes of going to school next Monday were dashed.

What made Yang Chenggong most uneasy was that he was worried that his life would be lost and he would really be taken away by his grandmother.

Because of pretending to be on his mind, Yang Chenggong, whose mental head was getting worse and worse, became more and more suspicious. On this day, all the funerals were finally settled, and Yang Chenggong sat in the courtyard with a miserable smile on his face. It was getting late, and mosquitoes were flying everywhere, but he just wouldn't go into the house.

"Dad, can we sleep in the yard tonight?" Yang Chenggong took Yang to ask his father.

Yang proudly touched his son's rapidly emaciated face and asked, "What did grandma tell you in the end?" ”

Yang Chenggong couldn't help but open his eyes wide, as if he had returned to that terrifying moment.

"Tell me, what did Grandma tell you in the end?" Looking at his son's preoccupied appearance, Yang had to wonder if his filial wife had said something that should not be said before leaving. For example, "Your mother doesn't want you because you're bad" or something like that.

"Grandma...... Grandma she said...... Take me away. ”

Yang was shocked: "You must have heard it wrong." ”

"I wish I had heard it wrong." Yang Chenggong gasped and replied, his tired appearance made Yang feel distressed when he looked proud.

There was no point in arguing any further, Yang proudly hugged his son: "Okay, let's sleep in the yard tonight." I'll smash this broken house tomorrow! ”

"Where are we going to stay after that?"

"I'll build a treehouse. It's going to be hot in no time, don't be afraid. ”

"What about when it's cold?"

"I'm thinking about it, let's see if I can trust you in someone's house in the village, I'll go out to work to earn money."

"Dad, you're so old."

"Dad is not big, Dad is just old."

The father and son were muttering in the yard, and the little mouse running along the base of the wall suddenly pricked up its ears, listened to the murmuring for a while, and then ran away again.

This night, the father and son of the Yang family really slept in the courtyard for a night.

The next day, Yang had a slight cough. His son, who had slept in his arms all night, was in a lot of energy. Looking at his son's energetic little face, Yang was so proud that he really knocked down his house with a big axe.

Go into the mountains and cut down the fallen trees. A treehouse was erected on top of an old tree in the backyard. The treehouse is small and has no lights. But it's enough for father and son to sleep.

Yang was busy pushing and building houses, but the busier he was, the more powerful he became.

Yang Chenggong helped from time to time, and on the day he built the tree house, his new friends also came to help, and the house was never so lively.

Five days later, Yang Chenggong's home has changed dramatically and has a new look.

There is not even any dirt left in the old house, the yard is extremely clean, and a tree house has been built on the old camphor tree in the backyard where the children can't help but drool at the sight of it.