The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The car was quiet for a while.

The driver asked again.

"So, you can't rely on your girlfriend at all?"

"yes."

Yan Cong leaned back in the back seat and sank into it.

That feeling of helplessness crept up on me again, little by little.

"So, what are your plans, young man?"

"have."

Yan Cong stared at the roof of the car.

"I'll save 100,000 this year to pay off my mortgage."

"Then sell that house, and you should be able to get an extra 100,000."

"Sell everything else you can in the house."

"With the money from selling the house, we should be able to raise around 220,000 yuan."

"I plan to use the rest of the money to try my hand at weapon crafting..."

"Weapon forging?"

The driver's voice suddenly rose a little.

"Brother, our country does have free weapon-refining rooms, but those are only free for two hours a day."

"In a level one weapon-refining room, a single bell costs two hundred coins."

"You also need to bring your own materials."

"Without someone to guide you in weapon crafting, it's very difficult to make a name for yourself in this field."

From the driver's perspective.

This guy is already carrying so much pressure.

Choosing another money-burning path would be unwise.

Yan Cong actually understood as well.

But he was not convinced.

I don't want to stand next to machines for the rest of my life.

I don't want to be scolded and then have to nod in agreement.

I never imagined that my grandmother would eventually forget even his name.

He also didn't want to let down the girl who wore the jade bracelet and was willing to go back with him to see her grandmother.

His thoughts drifted back to the moment before they parted.

The entrance to a small pharmacy next to the station.

He handed the medicine to Liang Rumeng.

Liang Rumeng glanced at him, but didn't make a fuss or cry.

I simply opened the packaging and ate it with water.

After she finished eating, she smiled at him.

"Don't make that face."

"I'm not blaming you."

Yan Cong didn't say a word at the time.

Even now, thinking about it makes my chest feel incredibly tight.

As for why he chose the path of weapon crafting...

His thoughts drifted further afield.

The sound of cars was so distant that it was indistinct.

That was a scene from a baby's first birthday celebration.

A couple whose faces were obscured were looking at him expectantly.

In front of Xiao Yancong were many trinkets.

Money, pens, rattles, toy guns...

Little Yan Cong lay on the soft cushion, his chubby hands touching here and patting there.

A couple whose faces were obscured were squatting beside him, watching him.

The woman clenched her fists tightly with nervousness.

The man said "whatever," but his eyes remained fixed on the toy gun.

Xiao Yancong climbed for a long time.

In the end, he avoided the money and pen, and didn't touch the toy gun.

He crawled all the way to the toolbox, reached out and grabbed the small hammer inside, hugged it to his arms and cried loudly.

"husband……"

"Xiao Yan chose the hammer!"

The man clicked his tongue.

"I thought he would choose a gun."

"Hey! Yan Li!"

The woman's voice rose.

"You have an opinion on how the children choose, don't you?"

"Do you want him to follow in your footsteps?"

"You have no talent for martial arts, yet you force yourself to fuse with a ghost and go to the front lines, is that it?"

"Ahem...that wife..."

"Don't call me wife!"

The woman glared at him.

"Just seeing you makes me angry!"

Scolds are scolded.

She squatted down and, smiling, picked up little Yan Cong.

"Wow."

"Our little Yan chose the hammer."

"Then our little Yan will definitely be a very skilled weapon refiner in the future, right?"

"Mommy believes in you!"

"Eeya~"

Xiao Yancong reached out his hand to her.

The woman was about to grasp it.

The old-fashioned red telephone on the table suddenly rang.

Yan Li's expression changed.

He walked over and answered the phone.

Not long after, he turned to look at his wife with a serious expression.

"Wife."

"The higher-ups have assigned us a task."

The woman held Xiao Yancong in her arms, her voice trembling.

"When?"

The man spoke with difficulty.

"Now."

The woman burst into tears.

"What about Xiao Yan?"

"I'll have to ask my mom to come and take care of me."

The woman looked down at the little Yan Cong in her arms.

He was still babbling and reaching out to her, completely unaware of what was happening.

"Tick-tock".

A tear fell on Xiao Yancong's face.

He touched it with his little hand and stared at her blankly.

next moment.

The woman put him back in his crib.

Little Yan Cong sat obediently inside, looking up at them.

The woman's face was covered in tears.

The man stood at the door, his eyes filled with reluctance.

"Xiao Yan."

"Mom and Dad are going out for a little while, they'll be back soon."

"Stay home with Grandma and be a good girl, okay?"

"I'll strive to become a master weapon refiner in the future."

"Mom and Dad believe in you."

The door was opened.

Then it was closed again.

Little Yan Cong sat in the crib, blinking his big, curious eyes, and reached out to the departing couple.

But those two people never came back.

The scene returns to the car.

Yan Cong opened his eyes, his eyes a little wet.

He rubbed it with the back of his hand and quickly put it down.

"I know all of that."

"But I have reasons why I have to take this path."

The driver remained silent for a long time before finally sighing.

"Too."

"Young people always have to hit a wall and feel the pain before they know to turn back."

Yan Cong turned his head to look out the car window.

The night road is long.

The headlights of the cars ahead were lined up in a row.

He slowly clenched his fist and spoke in a voice only he could hear.

"The south wall..."

"I'll smash it."