Courtyard House: Starting by inheriting the tradition and suppressing the barbarians.

Summer, 1979.

The scorching heat made the asphalt road feel slightly soft.

For the educated youth who had just returned to the city.

This should have been a season full of hope.

But this absolutely does not include stick-shaped puns.

now.

At the entrance of a small factory on a street in Beijing.

"Go! Go! Go!"

"We need strong, capable laborers, not one-eyed, lame beggars!"

The recruitment officer waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away flies.

"Besides, look at your file: theft, hooliganism, released from labor camp..."

"This is a legitimate organization; who would dare hire you?"

"Let's get going!"

Banggeng leaned on a thick tree branch cane, his single eye was bloodshot, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"Why don't they want me? I have an urban household registration!"

"I was discharged due to illness!"

"According to policy, you have to arrange a job for me!"

"policy?"

The clerk sneered and threw the yellowed file folder out, hitting Banggeng in the face.

"Policies are made for good people!"

"You black sheep, you should just go somewhere cool and stay there!"

The file folders were scattered on the ground, revealing the disciplinary records inside.

Those red stamps looked particularly glaring in the sunlight.

The young people who came to apply for the job pointed and whispered, their eyes filled with disdain.

Bang Geng bent down and struggled to pick up the file, the humiliation burning in his heart like fire.

He hates!

He suffered so much hardship in the Northwest, even breaking his leg.

Having finally returned to the heart of the capital, is it only to be looked down upon like a dog?

This undoubtedly made Bang Geng hate the world even more!

"If they don't want me here, there are plenty of other places that will!"

Banggeng spat fiercely.

He tucked the file folder into his coat and limped away.

......

Banggeng is persistent.

He thought of his dead father, Jia Dongxu, and of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

That was where generations of the Jia family had worked.

Although Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu are both dead.

But he felt that as the only male in the Jia family, the factory should at least give him a job.

Half an hour later, at the entrance of the security department of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

"I am Jia Dongxu's son! I am Qin Huairu's son!"

"I want to see the factory manager! I want to take over his job!"

Banggeng was making a scene at the door, banging his cane against the iron fence with a loud clanging sound.

Several young security officers came out and looked the lame man, who looked like a beggar, up and down.

"Jia Dongxu? That short-lived bastard has been dead for ages."

"Who still remembers him?"

"Qin Huairu? Oh, that old woman who sweeps the streets?"

The lead officer scoffed, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror? What era are we living in? You still want to take over a job?"

"What the factory needs now are skilled workers and college graduates!"

"I'm an educated youth! I have priority!" Bang shouted, his neck stiff.

"priority?"

The clerk took his letter of introduction, glanced at it, and his face immediately darkened.

"Oh, so you've come back from committing a hooligan crime in the Northwest?"

"Kid, you've got some nerve, daring to cause trouble at the steel mill with your background?"

"Get out! Get out! Don't dirty our factory floor!"

Several officers were pushing and shoving the stick.

The pheasant already had difficulty walking.

He was pushed so hard he fell flat on his face, and his cane flew a long way.

"You dare to hit me! I'm going to sue you!"

The stalk lay on the ground, covered in dust and dirt, howling wildly.

"So what if I hit you?"

"If you don't leave, we'll arrest you and take you to the police station!"

The officer raised the rubber baton in his hand.

Upon hearing the words "police station," Banggeng shuddered.

He was terrified of being inside; the fear ingrained in his very bones made him shut his mouth instantly.

He scrambled over and picked up his crutch.

Amidst a chorus of laughter, like a mangy dog ​​with its spine broken, it slunk away from the steel mill.

......

Evening, Hongxing Courtyard.

Banggeng dragged his heavy, crippled leg back to his doorstep, filled with resentment.

Just then, a deep engine roar came from the alley entrance.

"Beep beep!"

A gleaming black sedan slowly drove up, its body gleaming with a noble sheen in the setting sun.

Banggeng instinctively shrank back against the wall, a reaction stemming from his innate inferiority complex.

The car has come to a complete stop.

The driver jogged over and opened the car door.

A shiny leather shoe stepped on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Li Xuan's tall and straight figure walked out.

He was wearing a well-tailored gray suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

Although he is middle-aged, the years have not left any marks on his face.

Instead, it exudes an even more captivating elegance and majesty.

Immediately afterwards, Hua Youlin, dressed in an elegant cheongsam, also got out of the car.

Holding the hand of a beautifully sculpted little girl—that was Li Yue.

"Daddy! I want to ride a big horse!"

"Alright, let's ride the big horse!"

Li Xuan laughed and picked up his daughter, letting her ride on his shoulders.

The family of three, laughing and chatting, walked into the backyard amidst the envious and flattering gazes of their neighbors.

The scene was so beautiful, it was like a painting.

Meanwhile, the stick-like creature huddled in the shadows stared intently at the scene.

He looked at Li Xuan's spirited appearance.

Then he looked down at his tattered, dirty clothes and his crippled leg.

The stark contrast instantly transformed the jealousy in his eyes into overwhelming hatred.

"Li Xuan..."

The stick-like creature chewed its teeth so hard they made a grinding sound, and its fingernails dug deep into the cracks in the wall.

If it weren't for Li Xuan's phone call back then, he wouldn't have had to go to the Northwest!

If he hadn't gone to the Northwest, he wouldn't have had his leg broken for stealing sheep!

If Li Xuan hadn't refused to help, Sha Zhu wouldn't have died, and the Jia family wouldn't have fallen into such a state!

"It's all your fault...it's all your fault!"

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have become like this!"

"Damn it! Damn it!"

In the single eye of the pheasant, flames of destruction burned.

He poured out all his incompetence and misfortune...

It was all because of this man he had offended in the past—Li Xuan!

"You're doing so well...why am I doing so poorly?"

"Li Xuan, you just wait!"

"Those who have nothing to lose are fearless. My life is ruined, and you won't have it easy either!"

"From now on, I will be watching you every moment!"

"Let's take our time playing!"

In a dark corner, the lame wolf bared its fangs.

He turned around and limped into the dilapidated, musty-smelling house in the middle courtyard.

He began plotting revenge, how to smear this glamorous family with his filth!

At this time, Li Xuan...

He was sitting in his spacious and bright study, enjoying his daughter's affectionate gestures.

They paid no attention to the rat grinding its teeth in the ditch.

Because in his eyes, the current Bungos don't even qualify as opponents.

Just an ant!

......