The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

In the afternoon, Zhao's father's funeral was completed.

Zhao Shao walked home in a daze and saw his aunt Wu Xiaoli standing at his door.

"Zhao Shao, this house doesn't belong to you anymore. Pack up your things and leave!"

The aunt who had been speaking sweet words to Zhao Shao a few days ago said this viciously, her eyes full of disgust towards him.

"why?

This is my home, it’s what my father left me!”

Zhao Shao roared angrily, his eyes bloodshot with anger.

"Humph, just because you signed this custody certificate, we will be your guardians from now on, so this house must belong to us."

Uncle Wang Qu took Zhao Shao's things and went out. He threw them out of the door without mercy, then took out the certificate from his pocket and said ruthlessly:

"We now have the power to dictate your life, so whatever we want to do with you is reasonable. Of course, you can live with us as I said before, but do you want to?"

"You are a bunch of heartless people. My parents treated you well when they were alive. Now that they are gone, you bully me like this!"

Zhao Shao shouted at the top of his lungs at the door.

"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here!"

My aunt waved her arms and chased Zhao Shao away like a fly.

Zhao Shao looked at all this in despair, tears welling up in his eyes again.

He could never have imagined that these relatives could be so heartless.

Zhao Shao's crying attracted the neighbors passing by. When the neighbors came to the scene, they saw Zhao Shao's uncle Wang Qu constantly throwing Zhao Shao's family's belongings out.

Thanks to Mr. Zhao's usual help, the neighbors get along relatively harmoniously.

Neighbor Aunt Zhao was the first to ask, "What's this for?"

Aunt Wu Xiaoli glanced at Aunt Zhao and said sarcastically, "This is our family's business, so stay out of your own business!"

When Aunt Zhao heard this, she flew into a rage: "What do you mean by 'your family's business'? Zhao Shao is such a pitiful child. His father just passed away, and he's the only one left in his family. And you're bullying him like this?"

My uncle Wang Qu frowned and said impatiently, "Aunt Zhao, don't get involved. The child has signed the custody certificate, so we will take care of him from now on. This house will naturally be ours as well."

Uncle Li, who was standing by, couldn't stand it any longer and pointed at Wang Qu's nose and said, "Wang Qu, check your conscience. When Zhao Shao's father was alive, he helped your family a lot. Are you doing him justice by doing this now?"

Wang Qu stiffened his neck and argued, "That was in the past. Things are different now."

Zhao Shao looked at these familiar neighbors speaking for him, and his heart was filled with gratitude, but more of it was anger towards his uncle and aunt's ruthlessness.

"Uncle, aunt, even if I signed that certificate, you can't be so heartless! This house is the memory of me and my parents, how can you just take it away?" Zhao Shao said with a sob.

"Hmph, what do you know, little brat? We want to book this house!" Wu Xiaoli put her hands on her hips, looking arrogant.

At this time, Aunt Zhang came over, took Zhao Shao's hand, and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, child. What they did is unjust."

Wang Qu glared at Aunt Zhang and said, "Don't meddle in other people's business, or I'll be rude to you!"

Aunt Zhang was undaunted. "Wang Qu, who are you trying to scare? We'll take care of this matter today!"

The neighbors all echoed: "That's right, we can't let Zhao Shao suffer this injustice!"

Seeing this, Wu Xiaoli started to throw a tantrum: "Are you guys looking for trouble? This is our family affair!"

Aunt Zhao said, "Even family matters need to be handled properly! Zhao Shao is still a child. Aren't you afraid of retribution for forcing him like this?"

Wang Qu snorted, "Retribution? I think you're getting your comeuppance for meddling in other people's business!"

Uncle Li stamped his feet in anger. "You two are so heartless! If Zhao Shao's father knew what was going on, would he forgive you?"

Wu Xiaoli pointed at Uncle Li and said, "You old man, stop cursing at us!"

Zhao Shao looked at the quarreling crowd, his heart filled with helplessness and pain. "Everyone, please stop arguing. Thank you for speaking up for me, but... I don't want anyone to be unhappy because of me."

Aunt Zhao looked at Zhao Shao distressedly: "Child, don't say that. We can't just watch them bully you."

Wang Qu took the opportunity to say, "Zhao Shao, look, everyone is in such a mess because of you. You'd better leave quickly."

Zhao Shao bit his lip and said stubbornly, "I won't leave! This is my home!"

Aunt Zhang said, "Wang Qu, if you still have any humanity, don't force the child like this."

Wu Xiaoli shouted, "Humanity? His father is dead, and we have his custody certificate. This house should be ours!"

The neighbors were angered by Wu Xiaoli's words and accused them of greed and ruthlessness.

"You only care about money and don't care about family affection at all?"

"What will happen to Zhao Shao in the future? Have you ever thought about it?"

Wang Qu and Wu Xiaoli felt guilty facing the accusations, but they still said stubbornly: "Anyway, we want to book this house!"

Just then, the village chief rushed over.

"Stop arguing!" The village chief's voice was loud and serious.

Everyone fell silent, and Wang Qu and Wu Xiaoli didn't dare to say anything.

The village chief, who understood the situation, looked at Wang Qu and Wu Xiaoli and said sternly:

“You guys are going too far!

Zhao Shao is still a child and he needs a home.

This house was left by Zhao Shao's father, you can't just take it away so rudely."

Wang Qu muttered:

"Village Chief, this... this is the custody certificate."

The village chief glared at him:

“Even if there is proof, you can’t be ruthless!

Everyone knows how much Zhao Shao's father has contributed to the village.

If you do this, how will the villagers view you?"

Wu Xiaoli whispered, "Village Chief, there's nothing we can do."

The village chief said, "What do you mean there's no way? You're just greedy! I'm telling you, this matter must be resolved today. Zhao Shao can't be left homeless."

Wang Qu and Wu Xiaoli lowered their heads and dared not speak anymore.

The village chief turned around and said gently to Zhao Shao, "Don't be afraid, kid. The village will take care of things for you."

Zhao Shao looked at the village chief gratefully: "Thank you, village chief."

The village chief continued, "Wang Qu, Wu Xiaoli, think carefully. If you still want to recognize Zhao Shao as your nephew, stop making a fuss and let the child have a place to stay."

Wang Qu hesitated for a moment and said, "Village Chief, then this house..."

The village chief interrupted him and said, "For now, the house still belongs to Zhao Shao. We'll discuss future matters when he comes of age. During this time, as relatives, you should take care of Zhao Shao instead of thinking about stealing his things."

Wu Xiaoli said reluctantly: "Okay, I'll listen to the village chief."

But I thought to myself: Once everyone leaves, I will kick you out, you little bastard.

The village chief looked at Zhao Shao and said, "Son, if you have any difficulties in the future, please tell the village."

Zhao Shao nodded: "Thank you, village chief, and thank you everyone."

The neighbors comforted Zhao Shao and told him not to be too sad.

Zhao Shao looked at these kind people and a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart, but he also knew how much harm filling out the support certificate would bring to Zilai.

It was still dark the next day.

Zhao Shao looked at the home that was once full of warmth, but now it had become so strange and cold.

Zhao Shao silently picked up the things thrown outside the door, his hands shaking constantly.

Every time he picked up an item, he seemed to be able to feel his father's breath, which made his heart even more painful.

His luggage was simple, consisting of a few worn-out clothes, some small items left by his father, and the book his father had given him, which he had always treasured.

Leaving here...