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

Now there's a different group of people, but their words haven't changed much.

Yan Cong's throat tightened; he wanted to ask a question.

What did I do wrong?

In the end, he didn't say anything.

He simply pulled his coat over his shoulder and walked out in silence.

As we were about to leave the market.

The shopkeeper with the mole at the door reached out and stopped him.

Yan Cong stopped, his eyes eerily empty.

The boss with the mole looked at him, his lips moved, but in the end he just sighed.

"Young man."

"Let's try another route."

"This path is not suitable for you."

Yan Cong's lips moved slightly.

No sound was made.

He walked past the shopkeeper and left the market.

The setting sun pressed down at the end of the road.

Yan Cong got on his bike, tilted his head slightly, and rode towards his hometown, facing the glaring light.

The wind made his eyes hurt.

He didn't bow his head.

When we got back to the courtyard, only a dark red hue remained on the horizon.

Big Black was standing at the door of Grandma's room, wagging its tail rapidly.

It was also making anxious whimpering sounds.

Liang Rumeng peeked her head out from her room.

She was holding a half-full basin of water, wearing a mask, and looked somewhat lost.

Seeing Yan Cong return, she felt as if she had finally grasped a lifeline.

"Baby~"

"Your...your grandma..."

Yan Cong parked the car properly.

He didn't speak.

I walked straight to my grandmother's room and pushed the door open.

A strong smell wafted out.

The room floor was dirty.

Grandma was sitting on the floor with her pants half-on, holding a shoe in her hand, wiping the floor bit by bit.

The soles of the shoes were covered in filth.

She seemed completely oblivious, and continued to perform her actions with great seriousness.

I heard the door open.

Grandma raised her cloudy eyes and glanced at Yan Cong.

I only glanced at it.

Then he lowered his head again and continued wiping with his shoes.

Yan Cong stood at the door.

The anger that had been building up in my chest for days suddenly surged upwards.

Fragments of the Refining Tower.

The discussions among those people.

The boss said it wasn't suitable.

Fifty or sixty thousand yuan went down the drain.

Buy a house.

Medical expenses.

future.

Everything came crashing down at that moment.

He raised his hand and slapped it out.

Liang Rumeng turned pale with fright outside the door.

"Yan Cong..."

"Snap—"

A slap rang out.

That slap didn't land on Grandma's face.

It fell onto Yan Cong's own face.

Very heavy.

Half of his face quickly turned red.

Grandma was still sitting on the ground, head down, wiping the patch of floor that she could never get clean.

Yan Cong stood there for two seconds, then suddenly turned around and walked out of the room.

He squatted down against the courtyard wall and buried his head between his knees.

My shoulders started to tremble.

Liang Rumeng stood at the door, looking at him helplessly.

Yan Cong finally couldn't take it anymore.

Soon, suppressed sobs leaked from his arm.

"grandmother……"

"Someone is bullying me..."

"I'm so tired..."

"what……"

Why...?

"Why is it that I didn't do anything wrong...?"

"Why do I always fail...?"

Liang Rumeng stood in the courtyard, holding a basin of water, looking at the boy who was squatting in the corner, crying with his shoulders trembling.

She turned her face to the side, and her eyes immediately reddened.

The water in the basin rippled and dripped onto the ground along the rim.

Liang Rumeng put down the basin of water, walked over to Yan Cong, squatted down, and gently patted his back.

"Baby……"

She wanted to say something comforting.

But the words stuck in my throat and wouldn't come out.

She knew what Yan Cong had been through these past few days.

The weapon crafting failed.

All the money spent went down the drain.

Now, when I get home, I still have to face the mess left by my grandmother's outburst.

These things piled up, and even she felt like she couldn't breathe.

But there was nothing she could do to help.

She didn't even dare let Yan Cong know that she was planning to leave.

Liang Rumeng's hand froze in mid-air, and finally she could only gently lower it.

Only Yan Cong's suppressed sobs remained in the courtyard.

After a long time, the sound gradually faded away.

Yan Cong raised his hand, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

Liang Rumeng looked up blankly.

"Baby?"

"Why don't you go watch some videos over there?"

Yan Cong twitched the corner of his mouth.

That smile was so forced that even he couldn't fool himself.

"Leave this to me."

Liang Rumeng felt a tightness in her chest.

She opened her mouth.

He finally responded with a low murmur.

"Um."

Yan Cong turned and went into the next room.

A moment later, he put on a mask and then a pair of disposable gloves.

He walked to the gate of the courtyard, picked up a winnowing basket, and filled it with a few shovelfuls of sand from the side of the dirt road.

Go back to Grandma's room and sprinkle sand little by little on the floor.

The sand covered the filth, and the smell was also suppressed somewhat.

Yan Cong walked back and forth several times.

He didn't speak.

They didn't stop to rest either.

Then, Yan Cong went into the house and took the dirty shoe from his grandmother's hand.

The old woman still held on tightly and refused to let go.

Yan Cong squatted down in front of her, his voice very low.

"Grandma, let go."

"I'll get you a new one."

The old woman gave him a murky look and slowly loosened her grip.

Yan Cong took the shoes aside and helped her to the next room.

Take a bath.

Change clothes.

Dry your hair.

By the time he helped the old woman out, it was already dark in the courtyard.

Yan Cong helped her sit in a chair with a backrest and then covered her legs with a thin blanket.

Liang Rumeng stood beside him, watching him finish tidying up.

Yan Cong's hands were still wet, and there was still some shampoo foam between his fingers.

He didn't complain or lose his temper; he simply separated the dirty clothes, soaking those that needed soaking and washing those that needed washing.

Liang Rumeng looked down at her hands.

My fingers are clean.

Nothing was done.

She pursed her lips, her nails digging into her palms little by little.

When the boy she liked needed help the most, she stood there, not even knowing whether to grab a towel or pour water first.

The feeling of being a burden to him grew heavier and heavier.

"Baby."

Yan Cong's voice suddenly rang out.

Liang Rumeng's shoulders trembled, and she quickly looked up.

"I am here!"

She tried to suppress the panic in her eyes and smiled at him.

Yan Cong looked into her bright eyes and paused.

"Could you please watch over my grandma?"

"Can I wash the rest of the clothes and cook something?"

His voice sounded tired.

They were very polite.

That politeness made Liang Rumeng feel a tightness in her chest.

But she still tried to force a smile.

"Okay, baby, you go ahead and do your work."

"Um."

That night, it was completely dark.

Yan Cong hasn't stopped yet.

A light was on in the courtyard.

He squatted by the tap, scrubbing his grandmother's dirty clothes.

The sound of water came in bursts.

Stains on clothes are difficult to remove.

He changed the water several times, his fingers turning white from being soaked, but he just kept rubbing them with his head down.

inside the house.

Liang Rumeng lay on the bed, her phone screen very close to her.

She secretly flipped through old photos.

Hilltop Park.

Milk tea shop.

Electric scooter.

There's also a photo of Yan Cong secretly kissing her, which she caught on camera showing him grinning foolishly.

Yan Cong in the photo hasn't yet had his shoulders bent by the weight of life.

He stood in the sunlight, his eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

Liang Rumeng is also smiling in the photo.

At that time, she thought that as long as the two of them were together, things would gradually get better.