Warm Sun to Embers

[The content of this article is adapted from the author's personal experience] In 1996, my father An Jianguo was the first "ten thousand yuan household" in Xingqiao Town. He likes to prick my face with his beard stubble, tie me to the back of a motorcycle with a hemp rope and drive me around, and smacks his lips after drinking vinegar dumplings and says "smells delicious"! My mother, Sun Yulan, was as beautiful as a picture star. The sound of the loom in the factory was the lullaby of my childhood. I thought this warm sun would never set. On the winter night of 2003, the warm sun suddenly went out. In order to avoid the powerful man's car, Dad crashed into a fatal telephone pole. The simple ambulance took away his last vestige of life. Mom turned gray all night and locked the door and smoked. Sixteen-year-old sister An Jiali dropped out of school to shoulder a huge debt of 60,000 yuan. The relatives who used to be fawning showed their fangs - cousin An Zhiyuan cut down the sycamore tree planted by my father, occupied the factory and opened a canteen, and called my mother "Hey"! The most painful knife is "goodwill". At the class meeting where my cousin was "taking care" of me, I held the application form soaked in tears and read out in front of everyone: "My family used to be a household worth ten thousand yuan... Now we can't afford the tuition..." Outside the window, An Zhiyuan was using my family's money to renovate a shop. Self-esteem was shattered to pieces. My mother stayed up all night in a smoky Internet cafe to pay off her debt; my sister's hands were soaked in marinade just to hold on to this broken home. Twenty years later, I, An Jia Ning, am back! With a teacher's job, he dragged his family back to this small town full of scars. The Civil Code told me: The statute of limitations for taking back my father's factory is only one year left! I dug out his yellowed notes, combined with my sister's spies all over the town, and calmly laid out the plan.