Like a dream, like a real life（如梦如真的两段人生）

Chapter 10: Catching Thieves Meets a Hard Stick

　　
　　"Dad, Mom, I'm back!" Fifteen minutes later, Tang Wen arrived home smoothly. He was about to meet his middle-aged parents, and he was a little excited but also a little nervous.
　　
　　His father walked out of the bedroom. The wrinkles on his face were obviously reduced, and his figure had not yet gained weight. He looked up at the clock on the wall and said casually: "Well, I'll do my homework first and eat later."
　　
　　Tang Wen Looking at his father, he didn't say anything for a long time. His father's name is Tang Hong. He has been working in government agencies all his life. He is a small cadre who does more with less and is ordinary all his life.
　　
　　In his previous life, Tang Wen had complained in his heart. With his father's talent, if he had been willing to let go of his upright and stubborn temper and learn the ways of being an official, he would have been a high-ranking official and well-paid, so he wouldn't have to worry so much.
　　
　　But later, he completely changed his mind. There was nothing wrong with such an ordinary cadre being able to do things conscientiously within the scope of his duties. He felt relieved.
　　
　　"Dad, I..." As soon as he started speaking, he was choked with sobs. Before his rebirth, he had been away from home for many years and had not been home for three years. He didn't want his family to know about his situation, and he didn't have the face to see them. At that time, his only thought was to succeed in writing and go back to see his relatives when everything was fine.
　　
　　Looking at his much younger father, he secretly swore that that bastard would never appear again. In his previous life, he had lost too much and made too many mistakes. In this life, he must do his best and make the best of everything. Make up for it all.
　　
　　"What's wrong, Ah Wen?" His father was a little strange. He patted Tang Wen's head and said, "If you have anything to do, just tell dad. It's okay."
　　
　　"Ah Wen is out of school?!" Mom walked out of the kitchen, "Lao Tang, what are you doing here? Get ready for dinner."
　　
　　His mother's name was Jia Xiaoqi. She was still very young. Tang Wen was afraid that he would cry with excitement, so he quickly lowered his head, put down his schoolbag, and said, "Mom, I'll do it." Help you!" He then set up the folding dining table at home and quickly walked into the kitchen, quickly picking up the dishes.
　　
　　"What happened to this kid today?" Jia Xiaoqi looked at Tang Hong in confusion.
　　
　　Tang Hong shook his head and murmured in a low voice: "Who knows, I'll ask later, maybe he made some mistake."
　　"No, this kid has always been honest. If anything happens, he will definitely tell us. He can He's not so frivolous and will do housework to please us if he makes a mistake."
　　"Mom, Dad, don't make blind guesses. I just think I should be filial to you. I've grown up too!" Tang Wen brought out the last dish, After three bowls of rice were ready, he tried to keep his tone as casual as possible to prevent his parents from thinking too much and worrying about him.
　　"Haha, that's good, that's good..." Tang Hong nodded, Jia Xiaoqi. He also smiled happily.
　　Tang Wen enjoyed this meal very much. It had been a long time since he had eaten the food cooked by his mother. This taste has always been his favorite. After the meal, Tang Wen wanted to have a good chat with his parents, but this behavior would probably make them wonder whether something was wrong with their son.
　　Tang Wen had no choice but to forget it, there was still plenty of time in the future, and it would not be too late to chat again when they slowly got to know their new selves. After washing the dishes, he went into his room.
　　There were a lot of homework after class in the third grade of junior high school, and Tang Wen didn't want to be wasted by them. Tomorrow he had to go to Tan Yutou's place to unleash his domineering spirit again, and he had to get the privilege of not doing homework.
　　There was no homework to write, so of course Tang Wen would not waste time playing. He found the high school English that his mother bought for her and read it carefully.
　　He has all the high school textbooks, and his mother hopes that he can study in advance. These textbooks have never been used before, but now they can finally be used.
　　Time passed minute by minute, and after an hour and a half, Tang Wen put down the book and began to continue writing during the day. The outline has been drawn up, and the first chapter is officially written. This is a story about cultivation, and it is also the first book he plans to publish after domestic bbs becomes popular. The upgrade mode is obvious, the content is very refreshing, and there is not much creativity, but it comes from The future of past lives is completely in line with the reading habits of netizens when the Internet was just popularized.
　　Just after eleven o'clock, Tang Wen fell asleep on time. At six o'clock in the morning, he got up and got out of bed without waiting for his mother to call.
　　"You wake up so early, why don't you sleep a little longer?" The mother is busy making breakfast for the whole family. She is the first to get up at 5:30 every day. It is really not easy for her children.
　　Being a student is not only tiring for yourself, but also tiring for your family. Alas, this is probably the 520th time since rebirth that Tang Wen sighed while brushing his teeth and answering his mother vaguely: "From now on, I will go out for an hour's walk every morning."
　　" This kid, the sun really came out in the west today." Jia Xiaoqi shook her head and said with a smile. Tang Wen has been relatively fat since he was a child. She supports Tang Wen's physical exercise. "Come back early to eat, don't delay school."
　　"I know." Tang Wen finished wiping his face and left the house.
　　There are not many pedestrians on Dazhong Road near my home. There are some breakfast stalls standing around, exuding the tempting aroma of carrot cake. This is a unique breakfast in Yangjiang, my hometown, and it is different from other places.
　　Tang Wen swallowed his saliva and punched forward while running. He didn't run very fast. He had just been reborn. He still didn't know what his body endured when he was a teenager. He needed to do it step by step in order to transfer health, strength and speed from muscles. Armed to the bone.
　　"It's time to steal the money...!"
　　A woman shouted heartbreakingly, her voice just a little bit worse than Miejie Wen's.
　　As soon as the sound reached Tang Wen's ears, he saw a gangster with yellow hair passing by. Tang Wen didn't even think about it, he stretched out his foot, and with a bang, the guy fell down.
　　"Fuck, I'll kill you if you mess with me." Huang Mao rubbed his knees and stood up limping.
　　Seeing the fierce look on Huang Mao's face, the woman who had been robbed immediately stopped shouting and stayed away as if nothing was wrong.
　　Damn, who is that? Tang Wen turned his head and glanced at the woman, then focused his attention on Huang Mao again. He had never fought before, but after his rebirth, he was no longer as timid as before. Some of the street fighting techniques he had checked out when writing online novels flashed through his mind.
　　He couldn't care less, so Tang Wen looked at the opponent's crotch and launched a flying kick, intending to seize the opportunity.
　　With a swish, I thought I was going to hit the ball, but unexpectedly I missed it.
　　"This is the second time. I asked you to rob people of their money. I want to educate you again on behalf of the people!" A young man in a vest suddenly rushed out from the alley on the right and shouted loudly. , with his voice, the yellow hair was already in his hand.
　　Tang Wen, whose heart was finally relieved due to the kick in the air, looked at this young man with a strange tone, extremely fast speed, and extremely strong strength. This guy was about 1.85 meters tall, with well-proportioned muscles and a thin and strong body. , with a bit of honesty in his face.
　　Huang Mao obviously knew the young man, and said angrily: "Damn it, it's you again, do you want to die?"
　　"Bang!" Huang Mao's nose suddenly opened a red dye shop, and blood flowed out.
　　The clenched young man's fists clenched together made Tang Wen feel more real power than in Kung Fu movies.
　　"Ah..." Huang Mao screamed, "Brother, I don't dare anymore, please spare me."
　　The young man Bancun said very seriously: "Apologise, apologize to Aunt Wu, and return the bag to her!"
　　"Aunt Wu ..." Huang Mao tried his best to turn his head, but saw that the woman was too timid to come over.
　　The young man snatched back his satchel, threw Huang Mao to the ground, then solemnly walked to the female god, presented the bag with both hands: "Aunt Wu, your bag."
　　"Haha, thank you, Lao Wu, I'll leave first." The woman tied her bag and ran away quickly. Tang Wen noticed that the look in the woman's eyes when looking at the short-inch young man was a little complicated. It was hard to tell whether it was fear or sympathy.
　　The young man turned around and shouted to Huang Mao, who was grunting on the ground, "Get out of here."
　　"Yes, yes!" Huang Mao endured the pain, got up and ran.
　　
　　"Thank you, little brother."
　　
　　The young man stretched out his hand: "My name is Wang Wu, and I hate bad people the most."
　　
　　It was obvious that he was looking forward to Tang Wen shaking hands with him.
　　
　　To tell you the truth, in real life I hate my gambling dad. I hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him. It’s so disgusting. This is the gap between fiction and reality.
　　
　　I miss your fragrance, I miss your face, I miss your delicate fragrance.