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

The video slowly faded to black as the boy whispered his vow.

On the screen above, only the scrolling comments remained.

"Sigh, just thinking about it puts so much pressure on me!"

"I wonder how Old Ancestor Yan managed to get through that..."

"I suppose... the next thing to come is the knife..."

"I think so too..."

Jinling Wuzhong.

The edge of the high platform.

Yan Cong braced his hands on the ground, leaned back, and looked up at the sky.

He still had that carefree, nonchalant look on his face.

But Su Xiaoxiao sat next to him, watched him for a while, and then reached out and tugged at his sleeve.

"Yan... Yan Cong."

"Um?"

Yan Cong turned his head and smiled.

"What's wrong?"

Su Xiaoxiao looked into his eyes.

He quickly hid the sadness that he hadn't had time to let go of.

But she still saw it.

She pursed her lips, and in the end asked nothing. She simply moved to the side and snuggled into his arms.

Yan Cong glanced down at her, his raised hand paused in mid-air, and finally gently landed on her shoulder.

The sky lit up again.

The only sound was the roar of the factory machines.

buzzing-

Four CNC machine tools were operating outside, separated by a glass door.

The yellow light is flashing.

The smell of iron filings, cutting fluid, and engine oil mixed together, making one feel suffocated.

In the picture.

Yan Cong sat alone in the office where he had been scolded by the programmer before.

Outside the window, the night was dark.

The office lights weren't on; only a desk lamp was lit.

The light fell on his face, making the dark circles under his eyes very obvious.

It looks like this is a break time during the night shift.

"My salary has arrived..."

Yan Cong held his phone, a slight smile slowly appearing on his tired face.

"Finally, I've saved enough."

On the phone screen was a string of numbers.

105886.

Yan Cong stared at the string of numbers, his eyes unblinking.

He saved that 100,000 yuan for almost a year.

Besides his factory work, he would also deliver food at night during the months when he worked the day shift.

I fell in the rain.

I was cursed at by a drunkard at night.

When delivering monster meat, he was chased by stray dogs for two blocks.

He rarely talked about these things with others.

It's no use saying anything.

Money won't magically appear just because he complains about his hardships.

Those things didn't appear on the screen.

But the audience felt even more depressed when they saw the boy's pale lips and the oil stains on his work clothes cuffs that he couldn't wipe clean.

"Clatter".

A tear fell onto the phone screen.

Yan Cong then came to his senses.

He raised his hand and touched his face; his hand was wet.

"Grass."

Yan Cong gave a slight smile.

"Old Ji..."

"You've worked hard."

He sniffed and opened the banking app.

Repayment.

confirm.

enter password.

Final confirmation, settlement in one lump sum.

"bite--"

"Repayment successful."

The moment the text message popped up, Yan Cong leaned back on the sofa, head tilted back, and didn't move for a long time.

The tension that had been building up for almost a year finally eased a little.

He only came to his senses when he heard a hollow sound in his stomach.

"Gurgle—"

Yan Cong opened his eyes and looked down at his stomach.

"Oh ho."

"I forgot to eat dinner."

He picked up his phone and glanced at it.

3:12 AM.

At this time, most of the night market stalls outside the factory have closed.

You can still order takeout.

But the delivery fee seems too expensive at first glance.

I didn't bring lunch today either.

Yan Cong stared at his phone for two seconds before finally locking the screen.

"never mind."

"Let's have a cup of instant noodles to tide us over first."

He took his phone and walked out the door.

As soon as I pushed open the office door, the yellow lights from the four machines outside were so bright they hurt my eyes.

The notification sound indicating the end of the process was also sharp and piercing.

"Beep beep beep—"

"Beep beep beep—"

Yan Cong frowned and walked over to stop each of the machines one by one.

The yellow light went out, and the shrill sound disappeared.

The workshop finally quieted down a bit.

"Really."

"They don't even let people rest in peace."

He muttered something to himself and walked towards the factory gate.

The vending machines not far from the factory were still lit up.

Strictly scan the QR code.

I got a bucket of Lao Tan's sour beef noodles.

His gaze lingered on the braised eggs and sausages for a moment.

Two seconds later.

He gritted his teeth and closed the door.

"never mind."

"One braised egg costs two yuan."

"If we add one more, we can buy another bucket of instant noodles."

Yan Cong walked back carrying the instant noodles.

The streetlights in the factory area lengthened his shadow, which fell on the cement ground, making him look thin and frail.

come back to the office.

He poured in boiling water, tore open the seasoning packet, and the sour and spicy aroma quickly wafted out.

The instant noodles were just put on the lid.

"Ding-dong."

My phone rang in my pocket.

Yan Cong took it out to look at it.

It was Liang Rumeng.

Baby~ I can't sleep~

The weariness on Yan Cong's face lessened somewhat.

Can't sleep?

【Hmm!】

Besides, let me tell you, I was just hungry!

Then I ran to the kitchen to find something to eat, but after looking around, there was nothing. So I just took a sip of soy sauce to satisfy my craving.

Extremely salty!

"Pfft..."

Yan Cong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The image of Liang Rumeng hugging a bottle of soy sauce, jumping up and down because it was so salty, immediately popped into his mind.

Liang Rumeng immediately sent a message.

Are you laughing at me?

[Emoji (staring...)]

Yan Cong lowered his head and typed.

【No!】

[Emoji (Trying Not to Laugh)]

Liang Rumeng replied instantly.

Hmph~

[Anger Coupon +1]

When you come back, I'll bite you to death!

Yan Cong raised an eyebrow.

Where should it bite?

[Emoji (mischievous smile~)]

There was a two-second silence on Liang Rumeng's end.

【You, you, you…】

[Emoji (blushing)]

Yan Cong smiled and stopped teasing her.

He spun the hundred on his backhand.

[Transfer: 100 yuan]

[I'm going out tomorrow to buy some good food and stock up on snacks, so I won't have to resort to soy sauce when I'm hungry!]

After sending that message, he looked down at the instant noodles in front of him.

Hot air was seeping out from the edge of the paper lid.

Yan Cong paused, then typed another line.

By the way, don't eat too much instant noodles, they're unhealthy!

[Transfer received!]

Liang Rumeng replied to the message quickly.

【Okay! Got it!】

Hehe! Thank you, baby!

[Emoji (Love you!)]

Yan Cong chuckled.

Hmm? Isn't it inappropriate to call someone "baby" at this time?

Liang Rumeng sent a voice message.

[Audio 7"]

Yan Cong opened it.

I heard her soft, coquettish voice coming through the receiver.

"Dad~ Dad~ I love you~ I love you the most~"

Yan Cong couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling completely relaxed.

Okay, go to sleep early. I'm going to take a nap later too.

Okay, Dad!

Yan Cong put down his phone and lifted the lid of the instant noodles.

The sour and spicy flavor immediately hit the air.

He stirred the noodles with his fork, blew on them, and was just about to eat.

The phone rang again.

This isn't news.

It's a phone call.

Yan Cong frowned, picked it up and took a look, his expression immediately changed.

Caller ID: Cheng Shu.

This point.

Why would Uncle Cheng call?

Could it be that something happened to Grandma?