Song Ci hated his parents and that family.
My mother kept asking about my grades at the dinner table every day, and my father was like a wall of silence.
His only thought was to pass the exam, the further away the better.
In my sophomore year of high school, my father died and the house was transferred to a stranger.
My mother called her a "mistress".
Then my mother died too.
Song Ci became an orphan and homeless.
In the end, he had no choice but to knock on the door of the home he was familiar with.
Behind the door, a man wearing loose short-sleeves and looking carefree opened the door: "Auntie, how many times have I told you, your husband and I really have nothing to do with each other..."
With just one glance, Song Ci knew that Zhang Xuan was also the type of person he hated the most.
But he had no other choice, so he stuck his luggage at the door of the room.
"I have no home. This is my home and I want to go home."
"No, kid, that's not how you touch porcelain, right?"
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A few years ago, Song Ci's father failed in his investment and ran away with Zhang Xuan's investment money. Zhang Xuan didn't expect that he would have the conscience to mortgage the house before he died.
That's right... Why does this house have an additional inheritance?
The kid is difficult to deal with and he obviously looks down on him.
Song Ci was too lazy to talk to him and spoke in a very harsh tone. He had already left home less than a week after the two of them had been in the same room together.
Okay, okay... Considering that you have to go to school every day, I, Mr. Zhang Xuan, can hardly forgive you.
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Song Ci felt that Zhang Xuan was a philistine, troublesome, and had no lower limit.
I even thought that whether I was willing to take him in was because of the little money left behind by his parents after their death.
He used to run away from his parents, but now he has to run away from this man. He can only study hard and pass the exam.
However, Zhang Xuan passed through his life carelessly, and from now on there was no need to talk about study at the dinner table.
He was riding his broken tricycle. When he passed by Song Ci's school, he told the teacher that he had "something important" and then brought Song Ci milk tea, apples, and water.
Living with the "mistress", after the college entrance examination, Song Ci should just walk away and fly away.
However, Zhang Xuan, a gray man, left a profound mark in his life.
In the first half of his meaningless life that he couldn't look back on, there was something he wanted to take away most.
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"Zhang Xuan, come with me to Beijing."
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day
