Chapter 2 Section 1

Meet someone and ask what's your name?He always said that his surname was Liu and his name was Lang, and his name was Liu Lang. Sometimes I meet someone who knew him before, and I just call him Liu Weizu. "What Liu Lang, don't you know it's Liu Weizu?" They would say in puzzlement. "What the hell is Liu Weizu? He's so dead that he's gone. If I say I'm Liu Lang, I'm Liu Lang." At this moment, he was impatient and about to get angry. Whether it's Liu Lang or Liu Weizu, they're just that person anyway.The man's face was pale, and his cheeks were slightly sunken, so his forehead seemed to be particularly protruding.Maybe because of his light complexion, his long and thick hair, and the beard on his lips and chin, looked really black.That delicate and well-defined face was so unavoidably surrounded by a pile of messy hair and beard.People can't help but have a doubt: His skin without much blood will not be tickled by the surrounding hair and beard!

The train runs from Frankfurt, Germany, through Heidelberg, Basel, Switzerland, to Paris, France.It is an international express.Tickets are bought in Paris.He couldn't explain why he bought it in Paris. Maybe it was easy for a person like him to find a life in a city like Paris.But he didn't think so much when he bought the ticket - where is it easier to earn a living?It was never a question for him to consider.Bought a ticket to Paris because you didn't know where to go after getting off the plane?When he got out of the airport, he happened to see a large passenger car on fire waiting to drive straight to the train station in Frankfurt, so he went up with his bag.Arriving at the station, he counted the marks he had just exchanged at the airport—his last bit of money was actually enough to buy a second-class ticket to Paris, and there was still one twenty, three ten-dollar tickets, and seven Twenty-five cents.He bought a ticket to Paris, of course—Paris was the end of the train, and if it ended in London, England, or somewhere further than that, and he had enough money, he would buy his ticket there. Maybe.

There were not many people in the car, for example, the four seats facing him were all occupied by him alone.Not only put the big backpack and handbag on the opposite chair, but also put the feet wearing big leather shoes on it. The train rumbled forward and had been running for more than an hour.He sat on the window seat, leaning his head against the glass window, quietly observing the field and forest outside, as well as the spreading twilight.He was so engrossed in watching, his eyes didn't move for a long time, his vision was as empty as the desolate land outside. "Absurd! Absurd!" he cried inwardly.No wonder his eyes were so dazed, it turned out that his heart was thinking of something else!

He repeatedly sighed at his absurdity.On the day he ran away from home, he gritted his teeth and swore to himself: "Bah! Is it just this filthy house, these stinky people's stinky history? Is it just you decent and noble people? Forget it! I will never Don't see you guys, never admit this place is my home. I'm gone, I'm never coming back, I'm freezing to death outside and I'm not coming back..." He really left, carrying bags in his backpack, eating and sleeping in dew, and even went to places that no one else has heard of.He did not write to his family, and his family could not find him.In that family, he seemed to be a pangolin who could drill holes, and his way was dirt.

"Never go back, never go back." In the past ten years, whenever he felt some vague feelings of nostalgia, he used these four words to encourage and remind himself. But at the beginning of the tenth year, he unexpectedly had the idea of ​​going back so suddenly that he didn't even expect it.Pack your bags and buy your plane ticket in hours, and be on a plane from Mexico to Asia in a day. The idea of ​​going back came to his mind like lightning when he woke up one morning. "I must go back and see, I must go back," he thought. The pretty black girl who was sleeping on the same pillow as him was sleeping soundly, with a smile on her face, as if she was dreaming!He wanted to wake her up and coax her away, so that he could go to the travel agency to buy a plane ticket—he was lucky this month, an old plague came from nowhere, and he bought seven or eight of his paintings, saying it was for Decorate newly built villas on the beachfront.He became a little rich man all of a sudden, and his life became more romantic. He painted during the day, drank strong wine with Mexican girls he knew at night, and went to bed after drinking.He came to Mexico from Brazil for only three to five months, and he knew quite a few women of all kinds.The one sleeping next to him was someone he had met while waiting for business under a utility pole.She came to accompany him several times and also acted as a model for him.

He was awakened by her touch when she turned over.After waking up, he thought of the house in Taipei for no reason—the place he once called home, and the people there.He also thought of the other two women: the one whom he blushed to retch, and the one whom he hated and had declared that he must take revenge.Anyway, he hated to think about these people and what they were doing; it was annoying that at some point they would come in and disturb him. "Well--I slept so sweetly this time. My love, did you sleep well?" The girl named Kaman had already woken up, stretching her arms up.

"Get up, I have to go to the travel agency, I'm going home." He jumped up and got dressed. "Hee hee, nonsense again, you said last night that you have no home!" Kaman sat up, rubbed his eyes and scratched his head, his upper body was bare.He laughed in disbelief. "You don't care! I didn't have a home yesterday, maybe I have a home today, don't worry about it, put on your clothes!" He took out a few tickets from his trousers pocket and threw them to her.He kept urging her to leave quickly.He thought it would be better for her to leave quickly, thinking of the business deal with her, he suddenly felt a sense of guilt.The feeling was enough to make him blush and gag.

He specially arranged to stay in Hong Kong for one night in order to see her.That evening, he searched according to the old address he remembered.He kept muttering in his heart: "It's been ten years, maybe her life has improved and she no longer lives in the old place. If she moves, where can I find her?" For ten years, he didn't write a single word to her? Unexpectedly, she still lived in the old place, and he saw her as soon as he turned into the dark alley.She was standing on the balcony in the street, her face was slightly upturned, as if she was looking at the sky, and after looking at it for a while, she suddenly turned her face, facing the direction he came from.He thought it was time for her to see him, so he stood still and stopped moving forward, to see how she would react?After waiting for a long time, she found nothing. After a while, she stretched out both hands and entered the room gropingly.Why reach out and feel?Apparently the eyes weren't working.Looking at her white hair, thin body, and numbness on her expression from a distance, he couldn't help crying in pain: "Mother! Mother, how have you been tortured?"

He decided to rush into the filthy room.He did go, but when he reached the door, he backed away timidly.He had not forgotten any of the scandals and insults he had seen in this room ten years ago—never in his life.He was afraid of seeing her, and he couldn't stand the insult from the guy in the red shirt.After hesitating for a long time, he finally walked out of the alley. As soon as he spoke, he hurried back. After returning to Taipei, he felt that this trip was absurd and unnecessary. "What do those people have to do with me? What am I going to see them for?" he thought. Carrying a heavy backpack and a big bag of painting tools, I wandered the streets of Taipei.Walk from one street to that street, and from that street to another street. When you are tired from shopping, you will go to a small restaurant to order something to eat and have a rest.He wandered around because he couldn't make up his mind. Go back?Still not going back?If he doesn't go back, he should find a small hotel to stay overnight, and try to find a plane to leave Taipei tomorrow to continue his never-ending journey.

Taipei has changed a lot. It has changed a lot from the time he came back ten years ago. There are taller buildings, more shops, more cars, and more people. It is a bustling scene.He walked for a while and stood on the street watching for a while.Look at buildings, cars, and people.Seeing the happy expressions on those people's faces, he almost doubted whether his wanderings were worth it. "Why can they live so well, but I can't?" He couldn't help asking himself angrily.The answer I got is: fate is especially kind to those people, making them smooth sailing in their circumstances.Furthermore, there are many people who are undoubtedly just "stupid and happy".

The term "stupid happiness" is his favorite invention. No matter at home or abroad, America, Asia or Europe, he thinks that there are silly happiness everywhere-a person has obviously suffered a lot of unfair treatment, suffered a lot, and has no future. There is something particularly beautiful, but they seem to be very forgetful, and they seem to have a bigger belly than the prime minister, a boat that can accommodate all kinds of suffering, and live vigorously and optimistically.Isn't this kind of person stupid and happy? He looked at people, and people looked at him, and when he passed by, he would stop and look back, his eyes were full of curiosity and sympathy, as if to say: "Where did this tramp come from? Where is he going? The burden behind him Isn't he so big and heavy? Why does he look so tired? How pathetic he is!" If he had changed to a thin-skinned person, he might have been ashamed or ashamed of himself under those eyes.He didn't, and whoever looked at him, he quickly looked back, with a mocking expression, telling them clearly: "You fools are happy, you see me pitiful, I see you are really pitiful!" He walked around for a long time, feeling that everything in this city was strange, even the faces of those people walking on the street were unfamiliar.Although they had yellow skin and black hair like him, they were living in two worlds mentally, which he felt couldn't be more real and more profound. This is a strange place, as strange as the many towns and cities he has walked through in different corners of the earth.He is a rootless weed in other places, and he is here as well. He finally walked around to an alley in front of "Dejin Garden", still thinking in his heart, go back?Still not going back?He felt somewhat nostalgic for that family and the people in that family, and he couldn't restrain his desire to see them.But when he remembered the shameful things they had done, the hypocritical faces, his nostalgia turned into pure hatred, not only did he not want to see them, he even wanted to light a torch to burn the house down. He is determined to find a small hotel and start his journey tomorrow morning. As for the destination?He didn't know it at the moment, anyway, he had a foreign passport in his pocket, so it was not difficult to go anywhere. At night, the street lamps flickered and turned on, covering the alley that was being painted in ink with a light yellow light. With that heavy backpack on his back, he turned around and staggered back on the way back in the lonely alley.When passing a small house surrounded by low gray brick walls, he stopped unknowingly.The windows of the small house facing the street have deep curtains, and a bright and soft light flows out from the gap.He stared at the gentle and lovely light, and there was an uncontrollable passion in his heart.After staring blankly for a while, he finally walked quickly to the "Dejin Garden". Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, he was startled by a roar of laughter inside.This aroused his curiosity even more, and he decided to take a peek quietly first to see why they were smiling so happily. Stand the big rucksack against the base of the wall, and step on it to climb on the top of the wall. The door of the big living room was open, facing the front yard was a row of floor-to-ceiling windows and the white gauze curtains were all drawn. The lights inside were brightly lit, and the voices of people were loud, so lively that it looked like a stage where a good show was being staged.He leaned his upper body against the wall, held his breath, and carefully observed every move on the stage. He saw five banquet tables in the hall, covered with red tablecloths, and red soft satin curtains hanging on the walls, with a big golden character "Shou" in the middle of the curtains.Only then did he remember that today is the fifth day of the second month of the lunar calendar, my grandmother's birthday.When he came back ten years ago, my grandmother was seventy, so today would be her eightieth birthday. The grandmother sat in front of the big birthday character, in the middle seat, and accepted everyone's congratulations with a smile. He found that his grandmother had aged a lot in the past ten years. From a distance, it seemed that her hair, which had been combed all her life, had turned into pure white.Her face, which was always smeared white before, is now withered and yellow. Her upper eyelids are drooping heavily, covering the lower eyelids, squeezing the original large eye sockets into a long and thin slit.As usual, grandma wore a silk cheongsam and expensive jewelry. The jewels reminded him of the bodies of some noble ladies buried in the ground in the past. He saw his father and stepmother circling among the guests.Half of those guests were people he knew or had seen. They were nothing more than his father's business acquaintances, and some past politicians with old ties to the family. They were all people who considered themselves noble but were worthless in his eyes.The vulgar social smiles on the faces and the bustling atmosphere in the hall stimulated his blood to boil. The little fantasies about his family and the little sympathy for his grandmother all vanished, and disgust, Resentment, injustice, and mischievous vindictiveness. No one noticed anyone peeking on the wall, only the watchdog "Truth" was barking non-stop, wagging its tail. "Truth" only came when he first came back ten years ago, bought by his grandmother as a birthday present for his half-sister Hye-na.At that time, "Truth" was four weeks old, with shiny yellow hair, fat and soft, holding it in his hands like a cotton ball.It is not powerful at all, as gentle as a little sheep, with two big dark brown eyes, full of trust and dependence, and honest as if it wants to dig out its heart for you. At that time, he had just discovered the hypocrisy of people and the ugliness of society, and he came back to inquire about crimes, to be a detective, and to pierce the mask of hypocrites.From top to bottom in the whole family, even his beloved younger sisters Mina and Huina, no one has received his good looks.There was only this little spaniel, and he fell in love with it the moment he saw it. The name "truth" was also given by him. Hui Na was twelve years old at the time, and she didn't quite understand the meaning of truth, so she chased him and asked: "Brother, why do you call the puppy Truth? It would be nice to call it Ah Huang." "Ah Huang is not good, but the truth is good." "Why?" Hui Na tilted her head, acting coquettishly with him as usual. "Because it is honest and stronger than people, it can be shameful to be called by this name." "Who are you ashamed of?" "Shame a lot of people, including a few people in our family." "Ouch! Good or bad brother, you wanted to scold someone!" Hui Na walked away with her mouth curled up.After a while, he ran back and leaned on him and said, "Brother, you said that the dog should be called Truth, so let's call it Truth." Truth flicked its tail so hard that it slapped the grass on the ground.It straightened its neck and yelled towards the wall, and the sound became louder and louder. "Hey! Truth. You still know me?" He looked at Truth and whispered. "Wow, woof..." Truth yelled louder. "Old Liang, open the door and see if there are any guests coming. Why are you constantly shouting about the truth?" He could hear clearly, it was his grandmother's voice.Grandma is small, but her voice is unusually loud, which fits the saying "a short wife speaks loudly".An old man who is eighty years old and has decayed energy and blood, still has such ample dantian energy?Maybe people are in high spirits on happy occasions, isn't it too happy?Great, wait for me to pour cold water on you!He was about to come down from the top of the wall when Lao Liang opened the door and came out with a lot of hands and feet. Lao Liang is also in his eighties. He used to be the gardener of the Liu family for fifty years. Now he is old, half an old man. He does nothing but open and close the gate. "Hey, Old Liang, look up and see who's here." "Who is it?" Lao Liang squinted his eyes and looked at the top of the wall for a while, then yelled out loudly, "Oh, that's amazing, isn't this the little gentleman back? Little gentleman , you are really, you have been away from home for ten years, and you don’t even send a letter, and you don’t say anything first when you come back, alas! You are in your thirties, and you are still reckless.” Lao Liang has Call him "Little Mister" and he sounds so sweet. He jumped down from the wall, hugged Lao Liang's bald head and shook it twice. "Old Liang, you are the cleanest person in this gate." "What are you talking about? Oh, Mr. Xiao, how can you be so rude when you meet? Are you rushing back to pay your grandma's birthday? Why didn't you ring the bell, and climbed up the wall and on your head?" Old Liang seemed to be overwhelmed with joy Just do it, muttering non-stop. "Alas! Why did you change? You still have a beard? Come, stand in the bright place and let me see." He obediently stood in a place with light, and Lao Liang looked at him carefully. The more he looked, the more surprised he became. , The smile on the old face also disappeared. "God, is this our young master Weizu? How does this look like a foreign student? He doesn't even have a suitcase! He has a big bag on his back and a pair of big shoes on his feet. Mr. Xiao, what's the matter with you? Alas, Come in quickly!" Lao Liang shook his head and sighed, while coming to fetch the big luggage that he was dragging from the ground and carrying on his back. "Don't move, I'm going to carry it on my back." He stretched out his arm to block Old Liang. "Ah? Do you want to recite it? How can I do it? Dozens of guests are eating birthday wine, you can't joke. Come on, come in with me through the back door and change clothes." Lao Liang pulled him to the back door, and was caught by him Flash broke free. "If I want to go in, I go in through the gate. If I don't want to go in, I don't want to change my clothes, and I have to carry my bag. I am me, tell me to put on airs? Humph! Don't think about it!" "Okay, let's go in like this." Seeing him turn around to leave, Lao Liang was terrified, and quickly grabbed him and pushed him into the door, shouting loudly: "Old lady, do you see who is back? Mr. You have come to worship the temple." Lao Liang's words shocked everyone.Those who were offering wine with glasses, those who opened their mouths to eat food, those who guessed, and those who talked, all stopped moving.Unanimously cast their eyes on the concrete path from the gate to the living room. He was carrying a bag, carrying a bag, with fluffy hair, and strode in with big military boots on his feet.As soon as he entered, he stood in the middle of the hall, and put the bag on his hand and the bag on his back on the ground calmly. After putting it away, he didn't say a word, just stroked his mustache and smiled at everyone. His appearance was like a hydra descending from the sky. Everyone was stunned, and no one spoke. "Weizu, Weizu, my grandson, you still remember grandma, hurry back and pay grandma a birthday..." His grandmother was the first to break the silence and cried out.Then he stood up tremblingly, his father and stepmother rushed forward to support his grandmother one by one, and walked towards him. "Weizu, you are my good grandson after all, you still miss grandma." Grandma patted his arm and looked him up. "Why are you like this? What's the matter with you? Where did you come from?" His father kept his face sullen, looking at him reproachfully. "Where did you go? You didn't write a word back. It's been ten years. We asked many people to inquire, but there is no news of you." Father said. "I'll talk about other things when I have time. It's a great joy for Zu Zu to come back. Zu Zu, let's go upstairs to change clothes and wash your face!" His stepmother said with a gentle smile. He looked at the three people in front of him expressionlessly, and then at the dumbfounded guests, and said with a sneer: "Don't be hypocritical with me, I hate hypocrisy and pretense, it would be great to show your true colors!" Following his words, there was a suppressed exclamation.Everyone, including his grandmother, father and stepmother, was stunned.All the eyes - the fear, shock, near the end of the century, bewildered eyes, were nailed to his face like iron nails. He looked at them indifferently, and said contemptuously: "What are you here for? Birthday? Life and death are natural things. Everyone has a birthday. Don't some of you have a birthday? What is there to celebrate? Why do you have to celebrate when you live to be eighty? Why is life so long?" Worth celebrating? Hmph! You people who only know how to add to the cake, who only know how to flirt and fake, I advise you to go home quickly! Don’t you all have a family? Stupid!” These words were like a bomb, and everyone woke up with a bang. Everyone looked at each other in dismay, followed by explosive anger, cursing, sighing, and the screams of the female guests, all in an instant chaos . "My God, my God..." The older ladies were so shocked that they didn't know what to say, so they could only call God. "It's terrible, it's terrible." The young female guest held her heart in fright. "This kind of unworthy person must be taught a good lesson." "Evil obstacle, evil obstacle!" "It's unreasonable, it's simply out of place." "Liu Weizu has been fooling around outside for ten years, and he has become a hooligan." "It's strange, how could a gentleman like Jixian give birth to such a preaching son." "It's outrageous, it's outrageous..." In the midst of the rage, no one cared about face, they talked a lot, trying to find the most harsh words to describe their displeasure with him. "Bah! You ridiculous idiots!" He glanced at everyone with disdain, then dragged his things to the back. Naturally, the banquet ended in an extremely awkward situation.Enduring shame and grief, his parents humbly confessed to the guests. "Please forgive me! Weizu has been wandering outside for ten years. He has suffered a lot and his spirit has been stimulated. Please don't take his words seriously. After a few days he calms down. I will definitely ask him to come to apologize. I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry..." He heard his father repeating these words from left to right. He didn't reach out to hit the smiling face, and his father was usually very popular. After he apologized, those people who were so angry that their stomachs were going to explode seemed to really forgive them. "We won't have the same knowledge as the younger generation, but Weizu is not too young, how can he mess around like this, it's not that my old friend is picky, this kid is spoiled, and he has to be taught a severe lesson." "Brother Jixian, I think Weizu's stimulation is not small, you should take him to the psychiatry department." "Hey! Mrs. Liu, I'm sorry for you. It's not easy to be a stepmother for such a person? I'm sorry for how you brought him up." ………… No matter what people said, his father and stepmother responded weakly, "Yes, yes". He could hear it clearly through the wall behind him, and he was both amused and happy in his heart, but he still felt that there was still more to say, and there was still too much anger to express. After the guests were sent away, his stepmother took out a white gauze handkerchief from the armpit of the brocade robe she was wearing to wipe away her tears. "I prepared a birthday banquet for a whole month, but I didn't expect it to end like this." "Don't talk about it, let's look at the old lady in the back!" The father sighed, put his arms around the stepmother's shoulders, and came to the back. Grandma has been nagging him for a long time. "I thought you were here to pay my birthday wishes? I dare you to make trouble on purpose. I brought you up, so you think it's easy? Why do you want to deal with your grandma like this? This heartless Fu Sheng... . . . " the grandmother wept, pointing at him with a finger. "Mom, don't be sad, go back to your room and lie down!" The stepmother went over to help her. "Don't help me. I just want to ask this evil person, why do you want to get along with me? I will be eighty years old once in my life, and I will tell him to finish the trouble." The old lady was very stiff, sitting as calm as a millstone He refused to stand up from the chair. Grandmother scolded her, he missed him, he raised his chin, his eyes stared blankly at the night outside the corridor, completely ignoring the people in the room. His father stood in the middle with a livid face and his hands behind his back. He wanted to speak a few times, but his lips trembled because he was so angry that he swallowed it back. "Weizu——" the father finally opened his mouth. "Who is Zuzu, I have long since given up this ridiculous name. I have no ancestor to comfort me, and I don't want to comfort myself anymore." He interrupted his father arrogantly, and said arrogantly. "What? You changed your name? What name did you change?" Father was surprised again. "I changed my name to Liu Lang. I would rather be a vagabond than 'comfort my ancestors'." "Ouch! Weizu, what are you talking about?" Grandma stopped nagging in shock. "You, why did you treat us like this? Last time you came back, you stayed for a week and left quietly. You walked away for ten years without a word. When you come back today, no one wants to pursue the past, you come back The whole family is happy. Why do you have to fight against the family, you seem to hate us?" The father said very sadly. "It's not like it's like, it's really hate, I hate you all." He continued readily. Father remained silent for a long time, the muscles next to the bridge of his nose twitching faintly. "Weizu, you have no reason to hate us like this." Father suppressed his emotions and said. "Xizu, no matter what fashionable name you choose for yourself, I think you are still my little grandson Weizu, everyone in the family loves you, why do you hate us?" Tears are still shining in the wrinkles. "You, you have no reason to hate us." "Weizu..." His stepmother was wiping tears again. "Okay." He waved his hands, stopping the three people in front of him before continuing. "First, I'm not Liu Weizu. If I say no, I'm not. Second, I have enough reasons to hate you." He stood up suddenly, took a few steps, and stopped between his grandmother and his father. "Do you still want to lie to me? Do you still want to put on a gentleman's face? I advise you not to waste your energy." He emphasized his tone, and said clearly, "I came back last time to investigate this secret, hum What kind of general family, what kind of loyal heir, forget it! To tell you the truth, I found her." Father straightened his tie, coughed twice, and asked tentatively: "Who did you find?" "Yeah, you have something to say! Who did you find?" Grandma looked at him in confusion. "Don't you really know?" He sneered disdainfully, his face sank after laughing, and he cried, "I found my mother, I saw her, she is clearly alive, why are you lying to me?" Said she was dead? Why? Is it to cover up the wrong thing I did? " "Ah—" Grandma was the first to cry. Father stood motionless, like a stone man, his complexion became more gloomy, as if covered by a layer of thick clouds, it was so dark. "Weizu, we say this for your own good, for your mental health—" "Ah? For my mental health?" He looked up to the sky and laughed a few times. "Of course! If I had known that I was an illegitimate child, it would not be good for my psychology. However, the person who gave birth to an illegitimate child with someone else and then abandoned it has nothing to do with his psychology. It would be bad for his face. Do you know what it means A hypocrite?" "Weizu, is this the son talking to his father?" His stepmother said in horror.At this time, his second sister Hui Na also heard the sound and came down from upstairs, her pretty little face was full of sorrow, and she sat silently in the corner of the room. "I'm a tramp with nothing, I don't want to be the son of a hypocrite—" he bit his lip and said proudly. "Wei Zu—" several people all cried out. "Since you are a tramp and have nothing, what are you doing here?" Father asked with a straight face as if he couldn't bear it anymore. "I'm back—" he almost blurted out because he was suddenly homesick. "Because——because my life has been ruined by others, I can't let those who destroy people live with peace of mind. Besides, I don't think I can just leave so quietly and obsessively. It has to be called a lie People who know that I have seen through the trick, take off his mask." He said more and more uncontrollably, more and more happily.Said sarcastically: "I also want to know, why can someone who sings drums on Tianqiao look down on someone who dances in the ballroom? Why does my mother look down on someone who does fortune-telling when my mother is a great dancer..." "Weizu, you are crazy!" Father stopped him sharply. "Cuizu, don't say it anymore, don't say it anymore." The stepmother pleaded in bewilderment. "Brother, brother, do you really hate this family so much?" Hui Na cried helplessly. "Don't talk about it, can't you see it? He came back specially to settle accounts with us." Grandma said darkly. "You really don't want this home anymore? Do you have to destroy us?" Looking at his father's chubby cheeks and white hair at the temples, he almost softened his heart.But he stroked his beard nonchalantly, raised his head, smiled and said: "I'm sorry I meant it a little bit." "Then get out of here immediately. I don't want you as a rebellious son, and I will never allow you to set foot on this door again. You can call yourself whatever you like, and it has nothing to do with me." His father raised his hand and pointed Looking at the gate: "Get out, get out immediately, I don't want to see you again." It was quite surprising that his father would be so tough.He hesitated for a moment, then slowly picked up the bag and picked it up. "Where are you going?" his father asked. "Humph!" He snorted, and strode out. "Comfort the ancestors—" the grandmother called out loudly. "Brother, come back—" Hui Na rushed up to hold him. "Wow woof, woof woof—" Truth pounced on his lap. "Weizu, come back to me." Father raised his voice again. "Little Mister, Master Wei Zu, if you have something to say, don't go!" Lao Liang hugged him tightly. As if he didn't hear anything, he pushed Lao Liang aside and walked out the door.