In the seventh acropolis, the streets are lit up with dim street lamps in the evening, and the traffic on the road is endless.

On the sidewalk on the side of the road, a boy about twelve or thirteen years old with a black backpack walked slowly, his slightly reddened eyes as if he had cried.

"Yang Yang!" the boy heard someone calling out to him from behind him, so he turned his head to look.

Behind him walked a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, with a few gray hairs on his temples, of medium stature, slightly fat, and wearing a white striped shirt.

"Dad..." the young man raised his head and looked at the man who had already walked in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned red again, but he tightly pursed his lips to hold back tears.

"You kid..." The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but when he saw his son's appearance, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

He just put his hand on the boy's head and rubbed it, took his hand and walked in the direction of home.

Today is the first day of school in the first year of junior high school, and this day is very important for countless families, because all children who enter junior high school must try to awaken with the help of school teachers, and those who successfully awaken will soar into the sky in the future and become soul masters.

And those who fail to awaken will find an ordinary job for an ordinary life after graduation in the future.

The young man's name is Zhang Yang, 13 years old this year, his father Zhang Qiang, and his mother Yang Li are ordinary people who have never woken up, working in the Seventh Acropolis Coal Mine, with a meager income, except for daily expenses, there is basically no money left.

Zhang Yang's dream since he was a child is to become a soul master, the soul master on TV can fly into the sky, can release raging flames, and can summon tornadoes to destroy countless demon beasts.

In the young Zhang Yang's heart, the soul master is the most powerful existence in this world, and it is the dream of every boy!

If you become a soul master, you can live a good life, you can wear new clothes, and you can live in a big house.

But in today's school's awakening test, Zhang Yang failed to wake up.

Zhang Yang's thin body seemed to hear the sound of broken dreams, and he couldn't stop the tears in his eyes when he was a child.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, a person sneaked out of the school and walked on the bustling street, Zhang Yang was confused and had no home, so he walked aimlessly.

When she returned home, when her mother Yang Li saw her son who had lowered her head and entered the door, she was relieved and relieved.

"Yangyang, you can make your parents worried, the teacher called and said that you were not at school all afternoon, and your father asked for leave from the unit and was looking for you everywhere outside. ”

"Where the hell have you gone? Yang Li hurriedly squatted in front of her son, holding Zhang Yang's thin shoulders tightly, her face full of anxiety.

Zhang Qiang, who was standing at the door, glanced at Yang Li, shook his head lightly at him, and then got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Mom, I was wrong, never again. Zhang Yang raised his head and looked at his mother with reddened eyes.

"Yangyang, even if you don't wake up, it's nothing, you see that your parents are ordinary people, don't you live a good life. Yang Li looked at her son, and she couldn't bear to criticize anything.

"Yes, son, even if you are an ordinary person, you can be admitted to a good university in the future. ”

You can live a good life as a doctor or an architect! Look at your Aunt Li's son, who is a doctor, I heard that he can earn 10,000 or 20,000 yuan a month! The wife he married is white and beautiful, and your Aunt Li will praise people when she sees them!" Zhang Qiang came out of the kitchen, holding a plate of vegetables in his hand, and said with a smile as he walked.

Hearing this, Yang Li, who was squatting beside Zhang Yang, turned around and gave Zhang Qiang a roll of his eyes, "What's the matter, Zhang Qiang!

Zhang Qiang, who had just put the plate on the dining table, shook his shoulders slightly, looked at Yang Li and said with a serious face: "I didn't envy him, because I have married the best wife in the world." ”

Hearing this, Yang Li snorted, turned around and gave Zhang Qiang a roll of his eyes: "My son is here, don't be ashamed of what you are telling the truth." ”

"Puff..." Zhang Yang, who was originally in a low mood next to him, laughed.

Yang Li turned her head and rubbed her short hair with a smile: "Okay, let's eat, whether you are an ordinary person or a soul master, you are your mother's precious son." ”

"Hmm!"

In fact, in the evening, Zhang Yang was not very sad, but he felt aggrieved when he saw his parents.

Zhang Yang thought in his heart that as long as his parents were safe and happy in the future, it didn't matter whether he could become a soul master or not.

Perhaps, for a thirteen-year-old, this matter will soon pass.

The next day, Zhang Yang got up early to wash up and went out. As soon as I walked to the door, I saw Grandpa Wang next door standing in the yard, holding a shower in his hand and watering the flowers.

"Grandpa Wang, morning!" Zhang Yang greeted the old man with a smile.

"Morning, Yangyang, get up so early and run?" Grandpa Wang smiled at the slightly thin young man and waved his hand.

"Well, keep exercising, even if you can't become a soul master, you can still strengthen your body. Zhang Yang turned his head and said.

"Look at the road, be careful! This kid—" The old man said hurriedly, looking at the back that was gradually moving away.

Zhang Yang has had the habit of running in the morning since he was in elementary school, and he has insisted on it for several years, except for wind and rain. For a child, it is not easy to have the perseverance to persevere.

It can be seen how much to become a soul master for the young Zhang Yang.

Uncle Wang turned around and returned home, brought out a cup of hot water with a slight mist, and put it on the small table in the yard, every day Uncle Wang would prepare a cup of hot water for Zhang Yang who was jogging in the morning, and when Zhang Yang came back from running, he would rest here for a while and chat with the old man for a while.

"Whew... After a while, Zhang Yang ran back, walked to the courtyard of Uncle Wang's house, and sat at the small table panting.

The old man sitting on the rattan chair next to him looked at the young man who walked in, shook the fan in his hand and said, "Rest for a while before drinking, be careful not to choke." ”

"Hey, got it. Zhang Yang smiled and looked at Grandpa Wang.

For as long as Zhang Yang can remember, Grandpa Wang has been living next door, raising flowers every day, and likes to sit on a rattan chair in the yard to bask in the sun.

When he was a child, Zhang Yang played with Grandpa Wang, and once asked where Grandpa Wang's family was, but I only remember that the old man looked at Zhang Yang, who was young at the time, smiled and didn't say anything.

Zhang Yang's family has always taken good care of this old man who lives alone, occasionally sending some steamed dumplings wrapped at home, and inviting the elderly to come to the house for dinner during the New Year's holiday.

Zhang Yang's parents were sometimes busy with work, and they would ask Uncle Wang to take care of Zhang Yang, who was young at the time, and the two families always got along very well.

Zhang Yang's grandparents died in a mining accident before he was born, so Zhang Yang regarded the old man next door as his grandfather since he was a child.

"Yesterday afternoon, your father looked for you in a panic and said that you ran away from school?" Uncle Wang leaned on the rattan chair and shook the fan in his hand.

"Didn't you succeed in awakening and stimulating the beast soul in your body?" the old man frowned slightly and tilted his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Zhang Yang who was sitting on the side.

When Zhang Yang heard this, his face flashed with loss: "Yes, Grandpa Wang, but Dad said that even ordinary people have a way to live well!"

The fan in the old man's hand shook for a moment, looked at the immature and delicate little face, thought about something, sat up slightly from the rattan chair, and reached out to take off a black round jade pendant strung with a red rope from his neck.

The old man looked at the jade pendant in his hand and was slightly distracted, and then handed the jade pendant to Zhang Yang, who was sitting on the side.

"Yang Yang, come and bring this jade pendant!" the old man looked at Zhang Yang with a smile.

Zhang Yang looked at the jade pendant handed by the old man, of course he had seen this black jade pendant, and this jade pendant had been worn on the old man's neck since he could remember.

hurriedly said: "I can't ask for it, this is too precious, my mother will beat me if she knows it." ”

"This is a gift from me, your mother won't say anything. As he spoke, the old man got up and put the jade on Zhang Yang's neck.

"Yang Yang, this is my grandfather's ancestral jade pendant, I have no children and no daughters, so I will pass this jade pendant to you, remember, you must always carry it, don't lose it!" After bringing the jade pendant to Zhang Yang, the old man gently touched Zhang Yang's brain melon seeds, and said with a smile.

"Well, Grandpa Wang, I'll always take it!" Zhang Yang lowered his head and looked at the black jade pendant on his chest, which was the size of a child's fist, round, and had some natural ups and downs on it, like a swimming fish.

"Okay, okay, let's go home after drinking water, I'm going to be late for school in a while." Uncle Wang turned around and sat back on the rattan chair, shook the fan in his hand again, slowly closed his eyes, and urged Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang raised his head when he heard this, drank the water in the cup, turned around and walked out of the small courtyard, said goodbye to Grandpa Wang who closed his eyes on the rattan chair while closing the door, and ran home with a cigarette.

The old man heard the sound of footsteps slowly opening his cloudy eyes, looking at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ban Yu got up from the wicker chair, pushed open the door, and walked to the bedroom door.

The room was not more than ten square meters, a shabby dark wooden table, a wooden bed, and a large old wardrobe with double doors, and there was nothing left.

The old man walked to the wardrobe and stretched out his hand to open the door of the wardrobe, and as it opened and closed, the door creaked, and he squatted down and took out a dilapidated iron box from the bottom drawer of the wardrobe.

The old man looked at the box a little distracted, opened the lid with his hand, and saw a worn-out ancient book lying quietly in the box.