I fell through the tunnel and brought my family to live a good life

"What's the matter, Wenhao?" Shen Xiao and Tang Wenhao asked worriedly as soon as they entered the room.

Tang Wenhao sat on the bed, sighed softly, and said, "I had lunch at home today."

"Dinner at home?" Shen Xiao frowned and looked at him in confusion. He clearly remembered that Tang Wenhao almost never went home for dinner except during the Chinese New Year and other festivals.

"It was Madam Zheng who asked me to stay," Tang Wenhao explained, "She said she cooked some of my favorite dishes today. I thought there was nothing to do in the store today, so I agreed."

Shen Xiao nodded, but the doubts in his heart did not go away. He noticed that there were several obvious bruises on Tang Wenhao's face, and the edges of the bruises were red, which showed that he had just been beaten. He asked worriedly: "What about your face..."

Tang Wenhao smiled bitterly, touched his cheek, and said, "I was beaten by that guy."

Shen Xiao was shocked and immediately understood who the "that person" Tang Wenhao was talking about was. He remembered the incident three years ago. After that incident, the relationship between Tang Wenhao and his father had been very tense. He asked worriedly, "Wenhao, did I implicate you?" Shen Xiao knew that although that incident had always been a conflict between Wenhao and his father, it had been three years since that incident, and recently he had been entrusting Tang Wenhao to investigate what happened to his father back then, which was likely known to Uncle Tang.

"That person knew that I was investigating Uncle Han's affairs, but he didn't take action because of this matter, but because of Yuanyuan." Speaking of Chen Yuanyuan, Tang Wenhao's eyes turned red again and his voice trembled slightly.

Shen Xiao knew that although Tang Wenhao usually appeared strong and optimistic, Chen Yuanyuan's death was an eternal pain in his heart. He said softly, "Wenhao, of course I am willing to listen to you. We are good friends."

Tang Wenhao began to slowly tell the story of Chen Yuanyuan. Those past memories, like sharp knives, pierced his heart again. But Shen Xiao's company and listening gave him some strength, allowing him to face the pain bravely.

"Yuanyuan was selling steamed buns on Chang Street. I happened to be hungry after school that day. When the carriage arrived at that street, the steamed buns were just coming out of the pot. The aroma of the meat buns attracted me immediately. You know I love to eat them, so I asked the coachman to stop and prepared to buy some buns to eat."

Tang Wenhao fell into reminiscence and continued, "I got off the car and walked towards the small bun stand. Yuanyuan was busy serving buns to customers. She was petite but agile, with a pair of bright eyes that sparkled with diligence and kindness. She raised her head, saw me, was slightly startled, and then revealed a sweet smile."

"I was deeply attracted by her smile, which was pure and warm, like the sunshine in spring, illuminating the softest corner of my heart. I walked up to her, bought a few buns, and started chatting with her while eating."

"Yuanyuan is a smart girl, and her words and deeds reveal a unique temperament. We had a very good chat, from the recipe of steamed buns to the scenery of Changjie, and then to our respective pursuits. I found that we had many common topics and many similar ideas. At that moment, I felt like we were old friends who had known each other for a long time, and the distance between our hearts was getting closer and closer."

"Out of curiosity, I asked Yuanyuan why she came out to sell buns. She told me that she was two years older than me and was from Licheng. Her father was addicted to gambling, often drinking and beating her and her mother. Long-term mental and physical stress made her mother sick, but the family money was all taken by her father to gamble, and there was no money to pay for medical expenses. For her mother's illness, Yuanyuan plucked up the courage to take the only remaining copper coins in the family and fled the house with her mother while her father was drunk and asleep, and finally settled down in Qicheng."

"When she first arrived in Qicheng, Yuanyuan worked in a steamed bun shop in the east of the city. Seeing that she was hardworking and had a miserable life, the boss taught her the skill of making steamed buns. So Yuanyuan set up a steamed bun stall in the west of the city. This way she would not compete with the original steamed bun shop for business, and she could earn money to support her family through her own efforts."

"Since then, I have become a regular customer of Yuanyuan's bun stall. Whenever I pass by Changjie after school, I will stop and chat with Yuanyuan. She always greets me warmly and prepares the freshest buns for me. We spent many wonderful times chatting and laughing, and those days have become the most precious memories in my life."

"Gradually, I found myself liking being with Yuanyuan more and more. Her laughter, her gentleness, and her strength all attracted me deeply. I began to look forward to seeing her every day and every moment with her. I knew that I had fallen in love with this hardworking, kind, and smart girl."

"Yuanyuan also has a good impression of me. Although she comes from a poor family, her soul is purer and nobler than anyone else. She never looks down on me because of my identity, and she never asks for anything from me. She only hopes that I can be happy and live the life I want." Tang Wenhao's eyes turned red again and his voice became choked.

Shen Xiao was filled with sorrow as he listened to Tang Wenhao's story. He understood that although Tang Wenhao, who was born in the Tang family, enjoyed excellent resources, most people around him approached him with a purpose, which made him feel lonely and lonely. Therefore, Tang Wenhao longed for true friendship in his heart, and it was the same with Shen Xiao and Chen Yuanyuan.