For five years, Chen Yang kept living in a pinch. It was not until that day that Chen Binshan collected all the money and left him alone that Chen Yang was finally willing to give up the muddy road under his feet. He thought to himself, "That's it, there is nothing worth holding on to." Then he stuffed himself back into the narrow and messy little house until someone pulled his shoulders and said he would take him away, as if he had caught the tail of the morning glow.
The setting sun burns the dusk, and the rising sun will rise slowly in the east.
Chen Yang always looked at him with a smile and said, "Brother, you are my Zhaoxia."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
