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There is a lot of traffic and the lights are on. A grand event that attracts worldwide attention is about to be staged in this noisy city.

A large number of media professionals, photographers, and fans gathered outside the radiant studio, each with different goals and expectations, watching the batches of filmmakers walking on the red carpet intently.

On the assembly line covered by the red carpet, the colorful costumes seem to be the protagonists, competing for the attention of the onlookers.The owners of these skins, without exception, have tried their best to dress themselves up, hoping to leave the most perfect light and shadow at this moment.

Among the crowds of people who came in order of appearance, some were world-renowned senior directors, some were rising movie stars, and of course there were also many main creative personnel who contributed silently.Amidst the cheers from all directions, they smiled and posed for a photo they had practiced for a long time. After stopping for a while on the red carpet, they entered the final destination—the awards hall together.

The stage background of the hall is designed in the shape of the Iron Throne, which seems to indicate that stepping on the podium is the process of stepping towards the throne.The award presenters changed from one pair after another, some people spoke up to enliven the atmosphere in the hall, and some expressed their emotions to resonate with the audience.Whenever the final winner's name resounds throughout the hall, the people sitting in the audience will smile and applaud tacitly, congratulating the protagonists locked by the spotlight.It's just that in the places that the cameras didn't scan, some people were secretly lost, unable to integrate into the joyful atmosphere of the hall.

The lights on the stage swept over where Song Linhan was sitting from time to time, which was a bit dazzling.He lowered his head and looked at his watch. There was only half an hour left before the end of the awards ceremony.

The main event is coming soon.

He readjusted his sitting posture, relaxed his already stiff back, and then focused on following the progress on the stage again.

At present, the ceremony has reached the stage of commemorating the deceased filmmakers, and the commemorative film of the famous actress I·B is played on the stage.Song Linhan looked at those precious black-and-white clips expressionlessly, and didn't miss the golden age of Hollywood film development like the European and American filmmakers around him.

This year is Song Linhan's eighth year since his debut. With his superb acting skills and excellent appearance, he won the appreciation of Chinese-American director Luo Cheng and starred in the male protagonist in the gay-themed movie "Blue Feather's Diary".

Unlike most gay-themed movies that are sad or literary, "The Diary of a Blue Feather" combines same-sex love with campus youth comedy, and explores the "little things" that come out as a big or small thing .

The film starts with the hero's inner monologue, and uses a funny and satirical approach throughout the story to describe issues such as racial discrimination against Asians and school bullying.At the moment when film awards are becoming more and more "politically correct", "Diary of a Blue Feather" has become the most popular film to win the 74th Academy Awards, and Song Linhan, who perfectly played a 28-year-old college student at the age of 20, has also been recognized by the film. world's attention.

Up to now, "Blue Feather's Diary" has won the Best Editing, Best Song and Best Director awards.Although the director Luo Cheng has already won the crown, both he and the other main creators are waiting for the final announcement of the best actor and best picture.

The part of commemorating the deceased filmmakers came to an end soon, and felt that Dylan beside him touched him with an elbow. Song Linhan turned his head and saw Dylan asked with a smirk, "How are you, are you nervous?"

Dylan is a native American actor who made his debut in TV series.The character he played in "Blue Feather's Diary" is the hero's crush. Although the film has not yet been released worldwide, he has gained a lot from the many details revealed in the small-scale screening and the pilot preview. With a large number of female fans, the cp combination of him and Song Linhan also set off a wave of enthusiasm in the circle.

"No." Song Linhan simply spit out a single word, his heart was calm.

"Doing that later?" Dylan asked again.

"Let's talk about winning first."

Dylan designed a set of intimate interactive actions, suggesting that after Song Linhan won the award, the two of them would do it for the outside world to see.Although Song Linhan instinctively resisted, he also admitted that Dylan's proposal was very topical, and it might become a classic moment of the Academy Awards ceremony.

But the premise is that he has to win the prize.

The award presenters on the stage began to read the nomination list for the best actor. When he read "Song Linhan in "The Diary of a Blue Feather", the classic clip of "The Diary of a Blue Feather" appeared on the big screen.After a while, the clip ended, and the screen changed to a real-time video of Song Linhan.Knowing that everyone was paying attention to him, Song Linhan stopped talking to Dylan, but put on a nervous expression expecting the result, and clasped ten fingers with Dylan cooperatively, making the handshake just appear on the screen impartially among.

"The 74th Academy Awards for Best Actor, the winner is... Song Linhan!"

There was applause again in the hall, and people didn't seem very surprised by the result.Song Linhan took a deep breath as if relaxing, then showed his signature sunny smile, and looked at Dylan beside him. Dylan opened his arms and looked back lovingly, and the two couldn't help but embrace each other affectionately.

Although all this was just an interaction planned by Song Linhan and Dylan in advance, it was obvious that the people around were very supportive, and the atmosphere in the hall was instantly brought to a climax.

Song Linhan stood up and hugged director Luo Cheng and other creative staff to express his gratitude, and then walked towards the awarding platform under the attention of everyone.The background music sounded, and the narrator with a deep voice began to explain Song Linhan's wonderful performance in "Blue Feather's Diary". When he finished speaking the last word, Song Linhan just walked to the center of the stage.

The hall was completely silent. The award presenter handed the golden Xingyue trophy to Song Linhan. He bent down and took it humbly. Following the guidance of the award presenter, he began to deliver the acceptance speech prepared by his assistant.

"First of all, I want to thank..., thank you..., thank you..., and finally, I want to..."

Song Linhan didn't know how many thanks he had said, he put all his energy on managing his expression and manner.He believed that the speech prepared by his assistant must have taken care of all aspects, so what needs more attention is his performance on stage.

After returning to the audience, he thanked Director Luo Cheng again, and then waited for the announcement of the best film together with others.

But before that, there is the Best Actress award. "The Diary of a Blue Feather" has nothing to do with Best Actress, Song Linhan just can take a break from the exhausting performance just now and take a breath.

Dylan next to him touched him again, turned his head, and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to come to my room tonight?"

Song Linhan looked down and saw Dylan making an extremely indecent gesture where no one else could see.He looked around calmly and saw that no one was paying attention to him and Dylan, so he leaned into Dylan's ear and whispered, "Get lost."

☆、Chapter 2

In the end, the best picture of the 74th Academy Award went to "The Diary of a Blue Feather". Song Linhan, one of the leading actors, became the second actor from mainland China to win the Academy Award for Best Actor in history.This news quickly made the headlines of major media at home and abroad, and Song Linhan also became one of the top international movie stars with this film.

Holding the iPad in his left hand, Hou Jiahao pulled the news about Song Linhan to the end, and then switched the application software back to the picture viewer.With his right hand shaking the clean drinking glass containing ice cubes and whiskey, he said absent-mindedly, "Congratulations."

Song Linhan's whole body was sunk in the unique leather sofa, turning a blind eye to the wine glass on the coffee table in front of him.Hearing Hou Jiahao's words, he turned his gaze back to Fang Kong, sat up slowly, and asked casually, "Congratulations, is that all?"

Hou Jiahao took a sip of the whiskey lightly, but did not answer.Seeing him staring at the iPad with all his attention, Song Linhan couldn't help but leaned over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"The work of the photography competition." Hou Jiahao replied without raising his head.

"Ah, this." Song Linhan put half of his body back on the sofa and said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to still do this."

Four years ago, at that time, Song Linhan was still the second male lead in a few tepid movies. He was young and also the prince of the Hou family, Hou Jiahao, who held a lot of resources in the entertainment industry. After finding some good movie resources, I started a photography competition on a whim.

At that time, Hou Jiahao, like Song Linhan, was only 24 years old and had never set foot in the field of photography.Everyone thought that Hou Jiahao was just doing it for fun, but he didn't expect that the prince had invited many top photographers from home and abroad to be judges, just to make a photography competition that appeared out of thin air look decent.

Four years later, the SIRUI Photography Awards led by Hou Jiahao has become one of the most influential photography awards in China.Although the influence of the Hou Group in China has played a significant role, the concept on which the Photography Award itself is based has also been sought after by many young photographers.

The SIRUI Photography Award is open to global Chinese under the age of 35 to collect works. The goal is to provide a platform for outstanding young photography artists to exchange ideas and show their talents.Nowadays, the competition in the photography industry is becoming increasingly fierce. For some young people who are eager to get ahead, such a high-level photography competition only for young photographers is indeed a rare opportunity.

Hou Jiahao is the sole heir of the Hou Group.He has two older sisters, but both are married and have no interest in running a business.The Hou Group started out by selling electrical appliances. After decades of hard work by the older generation, it is now one of the top three electronics manufacturers in the world.In addition, Hou is also actively involved in finance, real estate, tourism, film and television and other fields. It is no exaggeration to say that Hou's shadow can be seen in almost all walks of life.It is also because of this that Hou Jiahao had a nickname when he was in high school - "Little Lord".

In the eyes of outsiders, Hou Jiahao's photography exhibition is just to increase his popularity, so as to lay the foundation for inheriting the Hou family step by step in the future.But only Song Linhan and Jiang Zheyan knew that Hou Jiahao held the photo exhibition to find the person who had disappeared for several years.

Only Hou Jiahao and Song Linhan were sitting in the elegant and chic modern-style bar. The idle bartenders behind the bar were wiping the shiny glasses with care and dedication. For some reason, the boss said that tonight was the celebration party for Song Actor, but only Such a chill atmosphere.

"Where's Jiang Zheyan?" Song Linhan asked.

"I can't get through the phone, maybe I'm writing in retreat again." Hou Jiahao still didn't look up.

Jiang Zheyan is a friend of the two and a writer of mystery novels.Two years ago, his early work "Detective Fan Series" suddenly became popular on the Internet, and adaptations of film and television dramas came to him one after another. Even his casually written new work "Disintegration" has inexplicably gained a lot of suspense due to its unique conception. Mystery Fiction Award.The rapid rise to popularity made him a little unbelievable, and he even wondered if Hou Jiahao "tricked" behind his back.

Hou Jiahao did help him talk about several film and television adaptations, but it was because others came to him first, and it had nothing to do with Hou Jiahao.Jiang Zheyan is talented in himself, and it will be a matter of time before he becomes famous.

Jiang Zheyan's works have distinct characteristics of social reasoning. His stories are usually unfolded in a broad social background, focusing on the depiction and analysis of human nature, as well as various social issues worth thinking about.However, unlike the dark and depressing social reasoning with ironic endings, most of Jiang Zheyan's works are relatively brisk, and mostly describe the kindness of human nature. In addition, the endings of his works usually have shocking reversals, with subtle Hitchco The classic suspenseful style makes readers think carefully and have endless aftertastes.

After becoming famous, countless readers are looking forward to Jiang Zheyan's next work, which also brought him tremendous pressure invisible.Originally writing on a whim, he has become a closed door, and even cut off all contact with the outside world when inspiration emerges, which caused headaches for all the editors, and even his friends Hou Jiahao and Song Linhan.

Since winning the award, Jiang Zheyan has not sent any news to Song Linhan, presumably because he still doesn't know about it.

Thinking of this, Song Linhan was also relieved, and followed Hou Jiahao and said, "It should be. Otherwise, how could I not know the news of my award?"

The air fell into silence again, only the sound of Hou Jiahao's fingers gently swipe across the screen remained.

Song Linhan couldn't bear it any longer, and called out, "Hello."

Hou Jiahao was finally willing to raise his eyes, and responded casually, "What?"

"That's all you said to celebrate with me?"

Hou Jiahao said that he booked a bar to celebrate him, but since he came to the bar, he has been staring at his iPad the whole time, and there are no performances in the bar, which shows how perfunctory he is to his good brothers who grew up together.However, Song Linhan also understood Hou Jiahao's temperament, so he was not really angry.

Putting down the wine glass, Hou Jiahao switched the iPad from his left hand to his right, and turned his gaze back to the picture viewer interface again.But this time he explained: "There are a lot of entries, and I will give my feedback before tomorrow morning."

"Are you still a judge?"

Song Linhan found it interesting, and took a sip of the whiskey whose ice cubes had mostly melted.The smooth caramel flavor permeated the entire mouth in an instant, and the agitated Adam's apple was immediately surrounded by ice and fire. In the next second, there was a hint of warmth in the stomach, calming the nerves that were agitated by alcohol stimulation.

"Just giving a preliminary opinion."

After all, Hou Jiahao has been exposed to so many photographic works, and has been in the fashion and entertainment circles all year round, so he still has a basic photography aesthetic.But the "preliminary opinion" in his mouth is not only related to the quality of the work.

"I have to see if there are any acquaintances first, the ranking can't be too ugly."

"Didn't I greet you first?"

"The self-esteem of these artists is very strong." Hou Jiahao paused, and then said: "The president of the second court mentioned to my sister that her son participated in the humanities competition."

"how?"

Hou Jiahao silently picked up the wine glass, seemed to think about it, but finally commented concisely: "Trash."

Song Linhan laughed, and said: "You are too cruel, he is a returnee after studying abroad."

"To be precise, he dropped out of school to play photography, and returned to China when he couldn't get along."

"Fucking fucked up too." Song Linhan leaned out half of his body again, leaned in front of Hou Jiahao, and said, "Show me what he looks like in the photo."

"It's nothing to see." Hou Jiahao obviously didn't want to waste time on a "junk" photo, but he still explained: "It's very ordinary, a colorful street scene in Cuba. The camera position is a bad one used by others, and the composition is also impressive. It’s hard to understand, I don’t know what he wants to express. If you go to Cuba to shoot this kind of thing, it’s better to go to the Chinese countryside to practice your skills...”

Hou Jiahao's voice suddenly became quieter while he was talking, and Song Linhan subconsciously followed his gaze, only to see that he happened to slide out a photograph of a rural theme.

Although Song Linhan didn't know much about photography, he was caught by this photo immediately.

This photo adopts the black-and-white tone commonly used in documentary humanistic photography. At the right three-point line is a young man with a determined face. blurred state.The focus of the photo is in the middle of the picture, a crying little boy holding a car in his hand, which should be a gift from his father.Behind the little boy was a middle-aged woman with hollow eyes and wrinkled face sitting on an old-fashioned cool chair. She seemed to be the little boy's grandmother.

The title of the work is called "Working in the City", which is too simple.No need for others to explain, Song Linhan also knows that this photo reflects the problem of left-behind children in rural areas.He wanted to continue to read the author's name, but at this moment, the wine glass in Hou Jiahao's hand suddenly fell to the carpet, making a dull sound, and the remaining whiskey in the glass spilled on their shoes.

Song Linhan was wearing black and white sneakers, and the light yellow liquid immediately left marks on the white area.Song Linhan grabbed a tissue and complained, "What's wrong with you."

However, Hou Jiahao's next words made his movements froze in midair.

"It's him, Du Ziqing."

☆、Chapter 3

Twenty years ago, a small shop selling groceries opened opposite the back door of the Mill Compound in Yanjing City.The owner of the small shop is surnamed Du. The couple originally set up a fruit stand on the corner of the street and saved some money to set up a shop.

Boss Du has a 6-year-old son named Du Ziqing, who is very well-behaved and helps out in the shop whenever he has nothing to do. The neighbors who come to buy things like to tease him.

The Mill Compound is a large community with eighteen units and 180 buildings.Whether it was 20 years ago or today, the mill compound and the surrounding communities are the tacitly rich areas in the hearts of people in Yanjing.The people who settled in the mill compound were not simple. Apart from many hidden rich men, Unit 10 was also the residence of government agencies, where many people with real power lived.

People often say that living in the mill compound is like living in the deep palace compound. If you accidentally offend someone you can't offend, you may not even know how you "died".On the contrary, if you can figure out your position in this complicated and trap-filled relationship network, you can at least avoid becoming a victim of this money and power struggle.

At that time, the Hou family's business had just started to touch foreign trade. Although the family could afford a red flag car, it was still far behind the Song family.

Song Linhan's father was the secretary of the municipal party committee at that time, and he was one of the best figures in the entire mill compound.Originally, the Song family disdained to associate with the Hou family, but the two families lived close to each other, and the boy in the family was born in the same year. Taking this as an opportunity, the two families gradually became acquainted.

As for Jiang Zheyan, his grandfather was a respected linguist, his father taught at Yanda University, and his mother worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The family had almost no contact with the political and business circles.However, Jiang Zheyan, Hou Jiahao, and Song Linhan were also born in the same year. The three children's nanny often took the children out for a walk in the evening. After a few years, the three families have become so familiar that they have to visit each other during the Chinese New Year.

The first time Hou Jiahao met Du Ziqing was in the summer of that year when he went to the Du's shop to buy Arctic Ocean soda.At that time, the Arctic Ocean soda was only [-] yuan for a bottle. After drinking the bottle, return the bottle and get [-] cents back.

Hou Jiahao, who likes sports, just ran wildly in the yard for a long time, and it was extremely hot at the moment. After getting the soda, he drank most of it.Du Ziqing sat obediently on the wooden square high stool, dangling his legs, looking at the passers-by in front of the small shop.

There was no smoke in his throat for the time being, Hou Jiahao put down his soda, looked around, and found that Du Ziqing was the only one in the small shop.

"Where's your adult?" Hou Jiahao asked.

"Mom is sick, and Dad has delivered her meals." After Du Ziqing finished answering, he added, "But Dad will be back soon."

"Why didn't he take you with him?"

"Father said it's not good for children to go to the hospital."

Hou Jiahao nodded with a half understanding, and looked straight at Du Ziqing.

Du Ziqing was a very delicate child with fair skin and big eyes, just like a porcelain doll.Hou Jiahao curiously stretched out his finger and poked Du Ziqing's face, it was so soft and sticky that one couldn't put it down.

Du Ziqing turned his head to the side and looked at Hou Jiahao strangely, wondering what this big brother wanted to do.

Hou Jiahao pinched Du Ziqing's face again, withdrew his hand, and asked, "How much is the soda?"

"Take it away and drink it, it's one yuan and five. After drinking it and then go, it's one yuan." Du Ziqing tried to recall what his father taught him like reciting the three-character scripture.

"I'll just drink here. Now, here's the money." Hou Jiahao took out a ten-dollar card and handed it to Du Ziqing.

"Wait a minute, I'll call Uncle Li next door."

When Du Ziqing's father took the insulated lunch box and left, he did not forget to lock the cash drawer, and asked Lao Li, who sells bread next door, to help him look into the shop and pay attention to Du Ziqing by the way.With ten yuan in his hand, Du Ziqing ran up to Lao Li who was smoking in the door of the next store, and said in a childish voice, "Uncle, help me find some money. Someone bought a bottle of Arctic Ocean and drank it in the store." .”

Lao Li took the ten yuan ticket, and quickly found some change from the pocket of his white apron.He glanced at Lao Du's shop and found that the shopper was also a child, so he didn't bother to get up, put nine yuan in Du Ziqing's left hand, put one piece in Du Ziqing's right hand, and repeatedly said: "Give it to others with your left hand. Right hand, keep it by yourself."

Du Ziqing nodded, as if afraid of forgetting, he hurried back to the shop.But as soon as he ran in front of Hou Jiahao, he froze.Just now uncle said what about the left hand and what about the right hand?

After thinking for two seconds, he stretched out his right hand in front of Hou Jiahao, "I'll find it for you."

Hou Jiahao looked at the one dollar in Du Ziqing's hand, thinking how this kid is so stupid.But he didn't point it out, but pushed Du Ziqing's little hand back, and said, "I'll give you one yuan, and I'll buy another bottle."

Hou Jiahao took another bottle of Arctic Ocean soda from the freezer, pried off the cap and handed it to Du Ziqing, "This is for you to drink."

Du Ziqing blinked his big eyes twice, took the soda, picked up the glass bottle with both hands, and took a sip with his head raised.

"Is it good?" Hou Jiahao asked.This is his favorite drink, and he believes that Du Ziqing will also like it.

"Well, it's so sweet." Du Ziqing narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and said.

"What else do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you." Hou Jiahao picked up the big bubble roll at hand and asked, "Do you want this?"

The big bubble roll is a snack that Du Ziqing has always wanted to eat, but his parents did not agree with him.

At this time, Du Ziqing remembered that his father had told him that the food in the small shop was sold to others, and he could not eat it, so he shook his head at Hou Jiahao.

"What about this one?" Hou Jiahao picked up another bag of beef ribs.

"I won't eat." Du Ziqing still shook his head.

"Okay." Hou Jiahao put down the beef gluten, drank the last bit of soda in the bottle, and said to Du Ziqing, "I'm going back to have lunch, and I'll come to play with you tomorrow."

☆、Chapter 4

When Du Ziqing's father returned to the small shop, he saw Du Ziqing drinking soda, and immediately became angry.He grabbed the bottle from Du Ziqing's hand and said, "How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to eat anything in the shop!"

"But a brother bought it for me." Du Ziqing said aggrievedly.

"Which brother?"

"A brother who came out from inside." Du Ziqing pointed to the back door of the mill compound.

Du's father raised his head to take a look, but he didn't know what happened just now.But since the child said so, he couldn't get angry anymore, returned the soda to Du Ziqing, and said, "Don't ask for other people's things casually in the future."

Du Ziqing nodded, then picked up the soda bottle and started drinking again.

"What did you sell just now?" Father Du was a little surprised to see ten yuan lying in the money box.He went out just now for only two, three, 10 minutes, and the business has never been so good on weekdays.

"Two bottles of soda." Du Ziqing replied obediently.

"How can two bottles of soda cost ten yuan?"

Du Ziqing shook his head, expressing that he didn't know what was going on.Du's father sighed, and didn't have the energy to check them one by one.

Since then, Hou Jiahao has come to buy soda every day, sometimes alone, sometimes with Song Linhan and Jiang Zheyan.Boss Du is usually in the store, and he will greet Boss Du in a sensible way. After a long time, he has become familiar with this small shop.

When Boss Du went to the hospital, Hou Jiahao would always spend all the money in his hand. Song Linhan was also surprised, and once reminded him: "Did he give you the wrong money?"

But Hou Jiahao just said: "What does it matter, anyway, my family is rich."

What Hou Jiahao said was true. Although his family was not as powerful as the Song family, and not as respected as the Jiang family, at least he was the richest financially.

Song Linhan and Jiang Zheyan's house was the same as Hou Jiahao's house, closer to the back door, and they gradually became regular customers of Du's small shop.Under Hou Jiahao's leadership, their pocket money was basically spent here.

Once Jiang Zheyan said to Du Ziqing: "You can come to the table tennis court to play with us in the afternoon, the four of you just happen to be divided into two teams."

Du Ziqing looked back at his father, who waved his hand and said, "Go, come back early in the afternoon."

After Du Ziqing finished his lunch, he watched the time and went out.The sports field in the mill compound is not far from the back door. Immediately after entering from the back door, you can see the basketball court, badminton court and table tennis table.

After Du Ziqing entered the mill compound, he soon saw the three brothers not far away.He trotted towards the direction of the three of them, but suddenly something dazzled his eyes.He stopped, rubbed his eyes, and noticed that two older and stronger brothers were playing with water guns.He didn't say anything, and continued to walk forward, and the two little boys seemed to have discovered an interesting target, and began to concentrate on Du Ziqing's body.

The clothes and pants in front of Du Ziqing were quickly wet, and one of the little boys said, "Look, he wet his pants!"

Another little boy also splashed water on Du Ziqing's pants, and shouted, "Really, everyone, look, he peed his pants!"

Du Ziqing stood where he was, yelling anxiously, "I didn't! I didn't pee my pants!"

However, his voice was no match for the two tall and strong little boys. After shouting a few times, he was so wronged that he burst into tears.

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of the three of them. When Hou Jiahao saw that the crying child standing in the middle of the road was Du Ziqing, an unknown fire arose in his heart. A boy from Zidu Ziqing, without even thinking about it, slapped the boy on the head with a racket.

The boy fell to the ground with a yell, but Hou Jiahao didn't stop. He raised his hand and slammed the racket on him.The other boy looked dumbfounded. When he realized that Hou Jiahao was looking at him suddenly, he threw down the water gun as if to protect himself, and wrestled with Hou Jiahao.

Hou Jiahao has practiced Sanda since he was a child, and it is not a problem for him to fight against teenagers.The little boy was quickly beaten to the ground, and Hou Jiahao was riding on him, still punching him hard in the face.

Only then did the adults on the side of the road notice that the children were fighting, and hurried over to pull the two of them apart.

Hou Jiahao stood up and walked to Du Ziqing's side, patted his head and said, "Don't cry, tell me if someone bullies you in the future."

Du Ziqing stopped crying, but still twitched.Hou Jiahao took his hand, turned around and walked towards home, saying, "Come on, I'll show you something interesting."

Not long after Hou Jiahao and Du Ziqing stayed at home, the parents of the two boys who were beaten came to the door.Hou Jiahao's mother asked Hou Jiahao's sister to send back the child who had never been brought back. After that, she apologized and lost money, and finally managed to settle the matter.The two children's family is also in business. Although I feel very angry, I don't want to make things worse, but the lion opened his mouth and asked for a lot of medical expenses.

Hou Jiahao was taught from a young age not to abuse violence. Learning Sanda can only be used to protect himself, not to bully others.But he still felt that it was not wrong for him to beat those two little boys, because they were just bullying Du Ziqing, and he was just picking up the strong and helping the weak.

Seeing that Hou Jiahao refused to admit his mistakes, his mother locked him up at home for a month and didn't allow him to go out.When Hou Jiahao regained his freedom and went to look for Du Ziqing again, a mourning hall had already been set up next to the small shop.

During the month when Hou Jiahao was grounded, Song Linhan and Jiang Zheyan would come to play with him from time to time and bring him some snacks bought from small shops.Song Linhan originally wanted to bring Du Ziqing along, but when he heard that he was going to play at someone else's house, Du Ziqing's father refused to agree, saying that he was afraid that his child would cause trouble for others.But in fact, he knew that the people living in the mill compound were all rich people, and he was afraid that Du Ziqing would be ignorant and cause trouble in other people's homes. If he broke a work of art or something, he might not be able to pay for the shop.

Song Linhan and Jiang Zheyan took Du Ziqing to play in the courtyard for a month, and many neighbors in the courtyard were curious about why the small group of the Iron Triangle suddenly changed people.Some well-informed people knew that the youngest son of the Hou family had caused trouble and was locked up at home and was not allowed to go out, but they were still puzzled as to why the son of the small shop would play with the secretary's son.

Du Ziqing's mother suffered from liver disease and has been in and out of the hospital frequently in recent years.At the end of this summer, she couldn't make it through in the end, and after meeting Du Ziqing for the last time, she passed away.At that time, Du Ziqing had no concept of death, he only knew that he would never see his mother again.

Boss Du set up a mourning hall in an open space not far from the small shop. All the familiar small businessmen and vendors nearby came to attend the memorial service, and some regular customers also stuffed some money to Boss Du to express their interest.However, some residents just don't like to see the mourning hall as soon as they leave the gate of the community, thinking it is unlucky.Among them was Aunt Huang, the mother of the little boy who was beaten before.

A while ago, an old man in this family also passed away, but it was an unspoken rule not to build a mourning hall in the mill compound, and they did not dare to hold funerals in the yard, which was annoying.But the small shop outside the yard is different. If you want to build a mourning hall, you can build a mourning hall, regardless of whether the residents in the yard have any opinions.

Even though he was just a grocery seller, he dared not to take the residents of the yard seriously.So on the second day after the mourning hall was set up, Aunt Huang called a few neighbors who often came and went to the mourning hall, trying to get rid of this naive shop owner.

☆、Chapter 5

On this day, Hou Jiahao finally stepped out of the house and invited Song Linhan and Jiang Zheyan to the small shop, only to find that several aunts surrounded Boss Du and Du Ziqing.

"Have you consulted the neighborhood committee's permission to set up a mourning hall here?"

"I saw the mourning hall as soon as I went out, what do you make the residents of the community think?"

"You don't even know the rules of the mill compound, what business are you still doing here?"

The weather in August was already hot, and Boss Du was sweating profusely from being questioned by several aunts. He knew that none of these people could be offended, but the child's mother hadn't had a funeral yet, so there was no reason to withdraw from the mourning hall.

Du Ziqing hid behind his father, showing half of his head, looking timidly at the aggressive aunts.At this time, he noticed that the three brothers were approaching, so he immediately escaped from the tense atmosphere and jumped in front of the three brothers.

"Brother Haohao, someone is bullying my father." Du Ziqing grabbed Hou Jiahao's clothes and said with a wrinkled face.Although Song Linhan and Jiang Zheyan are also his eldest brothers, Hou Jiahao's heroic appearance of one-on-one has already left a deep impression on him. To him, Hou Jiahao is like a hero.

"Don't panic, I'll go and have a look."

Hou Jiahao took Du Ziqing by the hand, and squeezed into the center of the argument with the other two.Aunt Huang saw that the boy who beat her son was coming, she immediately shifted her target and turned her anger on Hou Jiahao.

"Why, are you meddling again?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Hey, you're still asking about your lord." Aunt Huang said, pointing to the mourning hall, "Do you know what this is?"

"I know, it's the mourning hall." Although Hou Jiahao was young, he had participated in various occasions with his parents after all, and he was well-informed.