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On the way, Zhao Jinghuan changed the hundred-yuan bill into ten-yuan and twenty-yuan denominations.

In this way, I can give my mother a little when I go home every day, and I will have money for the next day's food, so that the family will not be left without food.

If he handed over all the money at once, it would end up in his father's hands within a day, and he would either lose it playing cards or spend it on treating guests to drinks.

His father doesn't have any special abilities, but he has a lot of bad friends who use all their money to show off.

As long as someone flattered him, his father would act generous and rush to pay the bill.

So Zhao Jinghuan couldn't take out all the money.

Chi Yan's house is not far from his home, but it is definitely not close either. It would take about half an hour if he walked fast.

As Zhao Jinghuan walked to his door, he heard shouting and cursing coming from inside.

The neighbors were all watching the fun downstairs, occasionally pointing and talking, and when they saw Zhao Jinghuan, there was sympathy in their eyes.

"This child is good at studying. My son said he got first place in this exam. How could such a good child be born into his family?"

"Who says it's not true? That old Zhao is really a scoundrel. Not only does he not make any money, he also abuses his wife and children. When he loses money outside, he takes it out on his wife at home."

"He's just a bastard. He acts so arrogantly at home, but is nothing outside!"

"The day before yesterday, I saw him drinking with others outside. He was pointed at and scolded, but he didn't dare to say anything..."

......

The neighbors were talking at once, causing Zhao Jinghuan to lower his head even more.

He has gotten used to it over the years; their family has become the topic of conversation among the neighbors after dinner.

Zhao Jinghuan took out the key with a calm expression and walked into the house. A pair of slippers flew towards him.

"Fuck you, you still remembered to come back, I thought you were dead outside!"

Zhao Zhiqiang yelled at him, still holding the bottle of wine in his hand.

Mother Zhao quickly came out of the kitchen and asked, "Why did you come back so late today? Your father has been talking about you for a long time. He is also worried about you."

This scene happens almost every day.

His dad gets angry for no reason, and then his mom is responsible for making excuses.

Zhao Jinghuan said nothing, took out thirty yuan from his hand and put it on the table: "I'm going to work..."

Zhao Zhiqiang glanced at the money on the table and swept it to the ground: "With such a small amount of money, you are giving it to a beggar. How much effort did I put in to raise you?

Your uncle's child is one year younger than you. He sells snacks outside and earns four to five thousand a month. And you, on the other hand, are just a nerd.

There is no point in studying hard. You spend so much money on college and it will be hard to find a job after graduation. You might as well drop out of school now and start a stall with your brother. "

......

Zhao Zhiqiang drank and cursed, educating Zhao Jinghuan in a tone that said, "I've been through this and I know everything."

Zhao Jinghuan neither refuted nor responded.

No matter what he said, his father would find a reason to scold him.

When Zhao Zhiqiang wasn't paying attention, Zhao Jing called his mother to bring out a bowl of rice from the kitchen, which was topped with a layer of stir-fried vegetables and a few peanuts.

She sneaked into his room and whispered, "Mom saved this for you. You must be hungry. Come and eat it!"

Zhao Jinghuan looked at the bowl of rice in front of him and shook his head: "I'm not hungry, Mom, you eat it!"

"It doesn't matter whether I eat or not." Mother Zhao waved her hand and continued to persuade him, "You are in the period of growth, how can you not eat? Don't worry about me, I have eaten!"

Zhao Jinghuan still shook his head: "The boss is treating us today. I've already eaten. You can have this!"

Mother Zhao's face froze, and she asked doubtfully, "You didn't use the money you earned from working to go to the restaurant, did you?

Xiao Huanna, you know what our conditions are. We can’t compare with rich people. Not only are the food in restaurants expensive, but they are also unhealthy. What if you get sick from eating them?”

"Mom, I said the boss is treating us." Zhao Jinghuan looked serious and repeated his words.

When Mother Zhao saw her son's gaze, she immediately got furious.

"I didn't say anything. What are you looking at me like that? I didn't let you go to the restaurant to eat because it was for your own good..."

Mother Zhao continued to complain: "If it weren't for you, I would have divorced your father a long time ago. I have suffered so much for you, you can't be so heartless."

"I know..." Zhao Jinghuan lowered his head, "Mom, I have to do my homework."

"Okay, okay, then you should study hard and make your mother proud. I heard that if you pass the exam and become the top scorer in the city or province, you will be given money, and reporters will come to your house for interviews.

Then my mother will be proud of herself, and it will be worth it for her to live for you."

When Zhao's mother left, the door was not closed, and Zhao Zhiqiang's curses were still heard in the living room.

Zhao Jinghuan looked back, put down the book, stood up and closed the door.

Zhao Zhiqiang saw him and yelled again: "You useless piece of shit, work two more hours tomorrow, and don't go home for 60 yuan in the future."

......

In the summer, the windows were open at home, so the Chi family driver heard everything clearly downstairs. Together with what the neighbors said, he roughly figured out the child's family situation.

He didn't feel well either.

After returning, he told Chi Yan everything he saw at Zhao's house.

Chi Yan also fell silent after hearing this.

Chi Yan felt suffocated from the driver's few words, not to mention the person involved.

Zhao Jinghuan has not suffered from depression for so many years, thank God...

and many more...

Is Zhao Jinghuan really okay?

uncertain...

He was very worried about Zhao Jinghuan's mental state. Maybe his mental problems were already very serious, but it was just not visible on the surface...

I'll have to observe more tomorrow.

The next day, Chi Yan arranged for a luxury car to pick him up.

The teachers and students were no longer that surprised, they were just guessing about Chi Yan's family background.

Chi Yan didn't take it seriously. He came early today and met Zhao Jinghuan at the school gate.

"Hey..." Chi Yan was about to go up and say hello when he saw yesterday's confession happening again.

But this time the protagonist has changed.

A junior high school girl blatantly sent a love letter to Zhao Jinghuan.

The little girl is pretty and brave.

"Senior, I like you. I have liked you since the first time I saw you at school. Can you be my boyfriend?"

Zhao Jinghuan is already very skilled at this.

"I'm sorry, I'm busy with my studies and don't have time for a relationship. Thank you for your love." The refusal was polite but decisive.

Chi Yan folded his arms and watched the fun from the side.

The little girl pouted and said stubbornly: "I won't take up too much of your time, and I'm not clingy. Can you consider it?"

There were many people watching around, and Zhao Jinghuan stepped back in embarrassment.

Still the same words: "I'm sorry..."

He had said it very clearly and tactfully, but his face was so cold and inhumane.

Chi Yan couldn't bear to watch it next to him.

Patting Zhao Jinghuan on the shoulder, he gave the little girl a way out: "Don't mind it, junior sister. He is just like this. It's not against you. His mind is only focused on studying. You should change your goal."