Because Yang Yuanhang’s leg was injured, he didn’t have the time or the heart to clean the house. In merely a few days, the small basement became dirty and smelly. The concentrated smell could be smelled without even entering the door. The next door neighbors cannot help but seek the landlord to protest a few times, so much so that two tenants moved out due to this matter.
When it was time to pay rent, the landlord was unwilling to continue renting the house to him no matter what he said, and even yelled at him with an ironed expression. The more vulgar the yelling could be, the more vulgar it became.
Yang Yuanhang was yelled at until he became ashamed to the point he didn’t dare show his face. With his heart full of anger, he hated that he couldn’t directly immediately charge in and fight with the landlord!
But the landlord was tall and sturdy. His face looked fierce and his body was full of muscles. Even his arm was full of tattoos. With just a glance, people knew that he wasn’t someone to mess with.
Don’t even talk about fighting. Yang Yuanhang was so startled throughout the whole process that he didn’t even dare to mutter a single word and was kicked out with his stuff just like that.
He wanted to find a new place to rent but his sloppy appearance wasn’t very welcoming. The landlord considered their soon to be paying rent tenants’ feelings and wasn’t willing to rent a room to him.
Yang Yuanhang slept in a moist and cold hotel for two nights before ultimately deciding that there wasn’t any way and used a low dejected voice to call Mother Yang.
Mother Yang pushed her small handcart and swear while talking as she brought him back.
Although she hated that Yang Yuanhang made her lost respect amongst the adults, but Yang Yuanhang was her only son. If she still wanted someone to pay respect and burn paper offerings to her in the future, she couldn’t really let Yang Yuanhang lay on the road and wait for death.
Regardless of her swearing, she still pulled Yang Yuanhang, who had a deep face and an injured leg, on the small handcart until they reached the village.
The making of the small handcart was very crude. Not only does it chaff the skin, there were also many barbs on the surface. When Yang Yuanhang laid on the surface, he couldn’t feel a single comfortable place on his body.
But compared to not feeling comfortable, what made him feel more painful was the dense feeling of defeat in his heart.
He looked down on this mountain village that he grew up in. In his dreams, one of his worst nightmares was that he couldn’t able to make a name for himself in the cities and thus was forced to return to this place and lived the rest of his empty life with these uncultured and inexperienced villagers while spending his entire days farming.
But it wasn’t that he planned on never returning in his entire life.
Due to his mother’s imbued ideology since young, he had oftenly thought about the matter of returning home in glory.
Ever since the first day he left this place to go to college, his heart thought of this scenario: during Chinese New Year or any other festivals, he could drive his new car, get off his car while wearing a set of bright and beautiful clothing, and have a random gift in his hands that these poor villagers couldn’t buy even if they saved for a year.
When everyone looked at him, they wouldn't be able to restrain the envy in their eyes. The people who looked down on him in the past could only try to win his favor to him now.
But a few years have past and the reality was that one of his legs became slanted, he was sitting on top of his mother’s wooden handcart, his whole body stank, and he was pulled home like a commodity.
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