"What's the use of reading so many books, where is there no money at home!"

This is what my biological father often said to me.

Yes, my family is very poor, but I think it's good to be happy as a family.

After my father and mother got married, due to my arrival, a certain financial burden was added to the family, since I can remember, the reason for my parents' quarrel was nothing more than their own expenses, and in the end, my father said that my mother had changed and didn't love him anymore, and my mother was very sad and finally left him on a very dark night.

When my mother left, she didn't take me away because she couldn't afford to raise me.

My gentle mother, warm mother, chose to be someone else's mother, she doesn't hate her, she just hopes that others can really treat her as a mother.

I know that my mother has always loved my father, otherwise I would not have shared hardships with him and never abandoned him for so many years, but my mother's departure did not wake up my father at all, and he did not realize his mistakes.

So, one day, inadvertently, I also abandoned my father like my mother.

I don't remember much about what happened when I was a child, but I clearly remember that my biological father was troubled by others because of Phantom Diecao, but when Song Kang asked me at that time, I chose to pretend not to know.

After Mom left, Dad got into a mess every day, drinking, gambling, and all kinds of bad habits.

Once, while walking on a mountain road, he was accidentally attracted to a kind of grass. That kind of grass doesn't grow very strangely, but compared to other grasses, it has more purple at the roots, and if you don't pick up the roots of the grass, you won't notice it at all.

Like a demon, he frantically searched for this grass in the mountains, and this grass was extremely scarce, and finally he searched the mountains and found only three.

Dad said that he knew this grass, this purple grass is called Phantom Dieweed, which was used to treat diseases in ancient times, and its pharmacology was recognized by famous doctors throughout the ages, but the disadvantages of this grass outweighed the benefits, and it was banned very early.

Now that God has let him discover the Phantom Stacking Grass, isn't it just giving him a chance to make a fortune?

He sucked at the root of one of the grasses, his expression as if he was enjoying it, bordering on madness.

He ground two of the grasses into powder, leaving the last one as seeds.

Dad came home and told me he was going to make a fortune and Mom would be back with us soon. I don't know if my mother came back in the end, but my father found out that the matter of phantom grass had spread with the wind, and some bad people smelled money. The gang of gangsters threatened his father to let him hand over the seeds of the Phantom Stacking Grass, how could he give up the money-making opportunity he had finally gotten.

He put me in the house and hid it, and went out to fight the group. The sound of snatching outside stopped for a long, long time, but he didn't come to me.

I went out of the house to check, and there was no one in the place, and the seeds of the Phantom Stacked Grass were gone.

I immediately went out to look for my father within a radius of several miles, and when I saw someone, I asked him where he was, and I didn't know how long I was looking, and I was exhausted, I didn't know where I was, but I remembered walking a long, long way.

I wept silently, and there was no one to tell me about the sadness of not being able to find my relatives, but ...... I'll admit, I thought to myself, if only I couldn't find my father.

The dark side of deliberately leaving my father is the dark side of my belly.

I looked up at the sky, and it was as gloomy as it was about to fall.

Where would he go without his father? Will it be better?

I do not know. But leaving my father and leaving this dead home was a very correct decision I made at that time, and until now, I have no regrets.

My father used to be from Winterfell, and he wasn't found at the time, so would he go back to Winterfell?

It's been a long time since I've seen my father, and I don't miss him at all, and the phantom powder that appears now will have something to do with the phantom grass that my dad found back then......

Thinking of this, Liu Han suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The style of each room in Rongle Hotel is different, some rooms are Nordic style, and the overall atmosphere is simple and atmospheric; Some rooms are idyllic and free; Some rooms are Mediterranean-style with a refreshing view of the sea and sky......

But what attracted Lu Xiao the most was the paintings on the walls.

The paintings are rich in color and delicate in brushstrokes, but the characters in the paintings seem to have a poignant atmosphere of their own, and the atmosphere is oppressive and gloomy.

In the painting in front of him, a man stood silently on the rooftop and looked down, his eyes looking as if he was examining something. A painting next to it shows a man standing in the rain in a skirt, his hair covering half of his face, and his eyes are not clear, but the overall dance is very casual.

There seems to be a story in each painting, and he can't understand what the author is trying to express, or satirize, but he can feel that the characters in the painting are unfortunate.

Yang Zhexuan stared at the painting on the wall, as if he was trapped. Until he felt the gaze of gaze, he looked not far away, and his sister was standing in the aisle looking at this side.

"I haven't been home for two years, do you feel that the hotel has changed a lot, and it's good to adapt slowly." Yang Jinnian wore the hotel's work clothes and walked over with light steps. Her shiny, wavy curls were draped behind her.

"I'll take the time to get used to it, and I want to contribute to the family as soon as possible."

Yang Jinnian smiled: "Zhexuan, don't put too much pressure on yourself, just blame Dad for being too strict with you and wanting you to do everything well." ”

"Sister, I'm used to it, and it's good to be strict with myself." Yang Zhexuan smiled, but his heart was a little heavy.

Lu Xiao heard Yang Zhexuan say that his father was very strict with him and had high standards and strict requirements, just because he was the heir of the Yang Hotel. Although he is not Yang Zhexuan, he must also be strict with himself and show this seriousness.

Maybe everyone is an adapter, and there will be an adaptation period.

"By the way, Zhexuan, after two years outside, have you overcome your flaws?"

"Huh?" Facing Yang Jinnian's searching gaze, he showed a confused look, "What do you mean?" ”

"You won't forget, that's what you told me before you went out." Yang Jinnian saw that his younger brother hadn't remembered it yet, so he recalled it again for him.

Yang Zhexuan grew up with a golden key, and his flaws come from his growth environment. His growth environment was too smooth, his parents were both dragons and phoenixes, and he was trained in all aspects, he has not suffered since he was born, nor has he encountered any setbacks, and everything has been done perfectly.

As an adult, he gradually realized a serious problem, that others had something similar to "tenacity" since childhood, that is, something that could survive tenaciously in the face of adversity, but he did not have it.

Now the days are flat and there are no twists and turns, but the road in the future will always have to be taken by yourself, and it is impossible to be protected by others all the time. So when Yang Zhexuan was twenty years old, he made a decision - he wanted to go outside to experience until he really grew up.

"How's it going, do you have an impression now?"

"Haha, if you don't say it, I forgot," Yang Zhexuan nodded, indicating that he remembered it, "It's worthy of my sister, and everything I said casually can be remembered until now." ”

"Zhexuan, what Jinnian taught you, how did you learn?" A voice came from behind them, and it was their father, Yang Youjie, who spoke, with the shrewdness of a businessman in his eyes.

Yang Youjie's wife is well maintained, and there are no traces of time on her face, and she is holding his hand at this time.

Yang Zhexuan turned around and saw his parents coming over, and immediately smiled brightly.

At some point, he got used to slowly putting a smile on his face.

"My brother learns very quickly, and he can understand everything." Yang Jinnian said proudly, and cast an approving glance at his younger brother.

"It's good, it's worthy of my Yang Youjie's child." Yang Youjie patted his chest and said, with some strength in his tone.

"You, you're just too strict with your son, and you let him learn so much not long after he came back." Mrs. Yang blamed her husband on the side, and her eyes showed her love for her son.

"As the saying goes, jade can't be made if it's not cut, and being strict is also for his good."

"That's true, but it's still necessary to be relaxed." Mrs. Yang turned to look at her son, very pleased, "My son is handsome, I don't know how many girls will be fascinated in the future." ”

After she finished speaking, Yang Zhexuan was stunned for a moment, feeling that his hands were a little cold.

He never dared to have a home, just to be free for the rest of his life.

"Mom, I want to live alone in the future."

Hearing this, Mrs. Yang was not happy: "Don't learn badly from your sister, she doesn't want to get married, how can anyone not find a partner." ”

As if feeling his mother's gaze, and as if he didn't want to continue the chat, Yang Jinnian's tone was intertwined with helplessness and anger: "Didn't I say don't mention this matter!" ”

"We are your parents, and it's normal to worry about your life's events." After Yang Youjie finished speaking, he glanced at his son.

Yang Zhexuan did not speak, did not agree or oppose their words, and did not express any opinions.

"You talk, I'll go first." This topic made Yang Jinnian very uncomfortable, and she quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Jin Nian's temper is what you have been used to since childhood." Yang Youjie looked at his wife dotingly, and there was no reproachful tone in his words.

"I almost forgot to get down to business." He glanced at the paintings on the wall, "Zhexuan, do you like these paintings?" ”

"I like it, but I don't understand it."

"yes, I don't know what attracted your dad, he liked the painter's paintings." Mrs. Yang chimed in, "This painter is not famous, and the sales of his paintings are not high, but your father insists on cooperating with this art gallery and hangs her paintings on the wall." ”

These paintings were actually painted by unknown artists?

When he saw these paintings for the first time, Yang Zhexuan felt that the person who painted them must be a famous and successful painter.

"Just now the gallery called and said that a new painting will be completed soon, so let me see it in two days."

Yang Zhexuan's eyes rolled on his father, and he instantly understood his intentions: "You mean to let me go?" ”

"Yes, there is cooperation between the hotel and the art gallery, so it's good to know about it in advance." As he spoke, Yang Youjie handed him the address of the gallery.