When Yang Changsheng was thirteen years old, his parents went to Yuncang Mountain and never came back.
Everyone in the village said that the Yang family was in ruins. One and a half-year-old brother and two three-year-old children could last for as long as they wanted. The uncle is worried about money, and the second uncle occupies the land and refuses to return it. Others sigh and sigh, and he has to live his own life.
Fortunately, Yang Changsheng didn't have a good temper.
He can quarrel, settle accounts, clean up the broken yard, and press the two little ones in front of the stove to wash their faces and comb their hair. Zhao Liu was so sensible that it made people feel sad, and Zhao Xiaoman was so noisy that he could knock a chicken up the wall. The three of them guarded an old pot. They were poor, but they didn't make their lives miserable.
Until one day, when Yang Changsheng went into the mountains to look for mountain goods, a faint mountain pattern suddenly appeared on his wrist.
Wild vegetables, spices, herbs, fungi, things in the mountains that he could not recognize before suddenly appeared before his eyes as if they recognized him. From then on, he found that the traps he had set were always being removed. The rabbits were gone, but there were more pheasants, fungi, and herbs next to them.
Yang Chang was so angry that he thought there was a wicked thief in the mountains.
Only later did he realize what kind of thief he was.
It's a wolf.
He is still a wolf who always thinks he knows how to live a good life.
Intention: No matter how broken the days are, as long as someone is willing to watch over them, a new spring can slowly grow.