That morning my father got drunk and chatted with Zhang Jianyang a lot.

The strong father, however, showed his fragile side after getting drunk, telling Zhang Jianyang about the hardships he had suffered over the past five years.

My father's current job is a boiler worker in the steam boiler of the industrial and mining company. It is a physical job. His responsibility is to mechanically add coal to this giant boiler to ensure the normal operation of the boiler. The day is very hot in the sand city and cold at night. It is impossible for poor families to own heating. Only wealthy and wealthy companies will use heating in cold nights.

Air conditioning is even more of a luxury. In the sand city, electricity is not abundant and only the rich can afford it.

A boiler like this is not a simple job. Only those who have experienced it know the hardships. Five years of overwork have caused his father to have problems, and his arms and waist will be sore every night. This is not the case. The excessive amount of coal gas inhaled for many years has made his body unable to bear it.

Zhang Jianyang's nose was sore and he said, "Dad, don't worry, my son is back and will never let you suffer again."

Zhang Jianyang silently swore in his heart that he must let his parents live in a wealthy area, where villas surrounded by green trees are where their parents live. He also wants his parents to get rid of their status as low-level residents, become high-level residents like a noble, or even special residents, and no longer be a small person bullying or fiddling with others.

If you want to have these, the only way out is to become stronger, become a star warrior, and become the best among star warriors.

Zhang Jianyang is confident that he can improve his potential in the shortest time and gain star power in Zhang Jianyang's heart. What's more, in Zhang Jianyang's heart, what is a star warrior? Compared with his own in the illusion, he is simply a shit.

Will it be a difficult thing for a Star Warrior who has experienced everything?

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Zhang Jianyang's alcoholic power, one or two pounds of soju, is nothing at all.

He helped Ning Zhen's drunk father back to the bed, and Zhang Jianyang turned around and left his home. He hadn't come back for several years and was about to take a look now.

Most of the people living in shantytowns are suffering. If you have money, who will still live here?

No one cleans up the alleys all year round. The dirty water from each household is discharged into the open ditch in the alleys. The black sewage emits a sour stench. The garbage is scattered on the side of the road, and some flies are flying happily on the sky. A few trees planted on the edge of the alleys were hazy with a thick layer of charcoal ash, and a few puppies teased in the alleys, and ran away in the blink of an eye.

Several neighbors added floors, but the tallest building is the fourth floor.

There are dozens of households living in the alley, connecting a street outside. There are many shops on the street, but not many open doors to business. The whole street gives people the impression of being lifeless.

Walking to the entrance of the alley, beside the triangle wall, there is a small shop covered with bicycle tires. This is a small shop for repairing bicycles. An old man with gray hair is sitting on a small stool welded from iron branches, with a crutch next to it, with a look of indifferent.

Zhang Jianyang recognized at a glance that this was Mr. Sun, his old neighbor, but he looked much older. It was obvious that he was not doing well.

Uncle Sun also saw Zhang Jianyang. He carefully identified it and shouted, "Are you the boy from Old Man Zhang's family? What's your name?"

"Uncle, I can't recognize me, I'm Xiaoyang."

Zhang Jianyang walked over, touched his pocket, and embarrassedly found that his cigarette had been finished. Uncle Sun didn't mind either, so he handed over his dry tobacco and nagged: "If you don't mind, smoke this, you're so energetic." He looked at Zhang Jianyang carefully, shook his head and said, "I'm old, I can't even recognize anyone."

"Uncle, I'll ask you to smoke another day." Zhang Jianyang was not used to smoking dry tobacco, so he refused to drop it. He asked inexplicably: "Uncle, your previous job..."

Uncle Sun smiled faintly and said, "I've been lost long ago." He touched the crutch next to him, his face full of sadness. But he didn't think that Zhang Jianyang was a person who could talk to him, and he didn't say anything, but silently smoked his dry tobacco and sighed from time to time.

In the shanty town, every family has its own difficulties, and everyone has their own difficulties. Uncle Sun is just a representative of it.

Zhang Jianyang knew that his legs like Mr. Sun must be full of stories, but he was unwilling to say it, so Zhang Jianyang did not ask at all.

There were a few barking sounds from the entrance of the alley. A charming woman wearing high heels appeared at the entrance of the alley. She was wearing a purple miniskirt, and the two flesh balls on her chest almost broke the material. She was wearing a pair of grid black stockings on her slender thighs, and a pair of high heels over 12 cm under her feet, making her look tall and slender. Just these, just one glance is enough to make people desire soar. She looked thick with makeup, a little pale, and her eyes were filled with endless fatigue.

In the shanty town, it was a very strange thing to see such a charming woman. What made Zhang Jianyang even more incredible was that the other party was actually walking towards Mr. Sun's repair shop.

Uncle Sun was not surprised, but stood up with a crutch and said, "Huang Niuer, are you off work?"

The enchanting Huang Niuer didn't expect that there was someone else in Mr. Sun's repair shop. After a little panic, her face returned to her cold look. She walked to Mr. Sun, took out a bulging envelope from the small shoulder bag she held on her shoulder, handed it to Mr. Sun, bit her lip and said, "Uncle, I'm going to bother you again this month."

After handing over the things, Huang Niuer was afraid of being seen. She turned around and left without looking at Zhang Jianyang from beginning to end.

Zhang Jianyang always felt that the other party was a little familiar, as if overlapping with someone, but the charming woman in front of him could not convince Zhang Jianyang that the other party was someone he was familiar with. As a man, Huang Niuer's dressing had an urge to make people sin, and even Zhang Jianyang was no exception. After several years of patience, as long as he was a normal man, he could not bear it.

"Uncle, who is she?"

Uncle Sun kept watching Huang Niuer disappear from the alley, then shook his head and sighed and sat back on the stool, and said heavily: "She is a miserable person, you don't remember. When she was young, she followed your butt all day long, and Huang Yunmei, who was called Nose Mei by you."

Zhang Jianyang was shocked. In his impression, Huang Yunmei looked shy and elegant, and was a jassy girl in her family. How could she overlap with the woman in front of her who was exposed in clothes, and every move and a look of coquettishness and slutty? Judging from her clothes, just one glance can tell what the other person's profession is. How could Huang Yunmei do such a job?

"Why, don't believe it?" Mr. Sun smiled bitterly and said, "The world is so harsh. Do you think she wants this? Everything is forced."

Zhang Jianyang was silent. Wasn’t he forced to leave Shacheng and escape to the world?

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