After the beggar grandfather passed away, he was adopted by the old man and put into a killer training camp. In the dark training camp, Ye Huang himself was almost killed several times, but every time he crawled out from the pile of dead people like a tenacious little boy.
He survived like a cockroach, and grew stronger step by step, and finally became the King of Killers by relying on the Xuanyuan Art given to him by the old man.
During this process, Ye Huang's heart had already become numb, and his body could not tell whether he was tired or not during the most cruel exercises. At least the numb life made him forget the pain, and his whole person was in a state of numbness.
I won't worry about other things anymore.
Now, I have found my parents and returned to China, but I find that I am surprisingly tired both physically and mentally.
The pressure from all sides made Ye Huang struggling to cope with it for half a year. He seemed to have endless things to do, and he had very little time to spend with his woman.
Ye Huang really wanted this opportunity to vent himself, and this time he finally found the opportunity.
Regardless of whether these songs match his mood, Ye Huang only knows that every word he speaks will make him feel much happier.
With a roar, a lot of pressure will pour out. It is true that he knows that after today, he will still have to bear all kinds of pressure.
But even a brief moment of relaxation is precious to Ye Huang.
No matter whether he is tired mentally or physically, Huang Ye is still grateful for his current life. At least he has found his relatives, knows that he is not an abandoned child deliberately abandoned by his parents, and knows how much his mother has put in to find him over the years.
White Hair, knows her eyes filled with tears and the heart-rending pain after learning that she had an accident in Hong Kong.
It was a great mother's infinite love for her son, and it was the most sincere expression of a mother who had lost news of her son for twenty-five years.
Parents, relatives, and lovers, now that I have them all, what does it matter if I am tired?
Isn’t everything I did today hoping that my parents, relatives, and lovers would be happy forever?
Ye Huang was smiling and his heart was filled with satisfaction.
After coughing lightly, Emperor Ye glanced at the crowd whose applause gradually subsided and then spoke.
"Not long ago, I heard that a female classmate in our school wanted her mother to buy her an Apple laptop. Her mother finally bought her an ordinary brand instead of an Apple. Because of this, the female classmate treated her badly.
The mother was furious and even wanted to sever the relationship between mother and daughter. Regarding this matter, I don’t know the specific details, but I still want to talk about it here.”
"My words are not just for that female classmate, but also for everyone here."
As soon as Ye Huang's words came out, the people below suddenly fell into silence, and everyone listened carefully to what Ye Huang said.
"What I want to say is that as parents, there are some crazy perverts in this world. There are very few parents who are sorry for their children. We are all the thorns in our mothers' hearts. Their love for us cannot be expressed in words.
To describe it.”
"Perhaps you will talk about whether you love me or not. You yell at me all day long and don't buy me anything. You don't love me at all. Then you are wrong!"
"You have never lost your parents, so you don't know what it's like. I have been an orphan for twenty-five years. You don't understand the envy that a newly sensible child feels when he sees other peers holding his mother's hand and laughing happily.
You don’t understand the feeling of a child every time he dreams, wanting to hug his parents but not being able to, wanting to see their faces clearly but not being able to feel empty. Watching other children holding their parents’ hands and being so happy, all you can do is
Looking at it from a distance, think about what it would be like if I had parents? You still want to ask, why do my parents don’t want me! But no one will answer you, no one!"
Speaking of this, Ye Huang's voice was obviously choked up.
No matter how strong he is, some things will eventually touch the most sensitive nerves and the best yearnings.
It was still quiet below, listening to Huang Huang's words seriously.
In the distance, Qin Yue and others saw that Ye Huang's voice was choked up on the stage, his eyes were red, and they felt inexplicably distressed.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Huang continued.
"I don't say this to say how pitiful I am, I just want to give you an example to let you understand that parents in this world love us, and this love is often reflected in some trivial things in life, some of which you
It’s reflected in things you don’t pay attention to and details you never pay attention to.”
"I want to ask you something."
"Who changed your diapers, fed you, and made you happy every day when you were still immature?!"
"Who sent you to school in the morning and evening after you went to school, all spring, summer, autumn and winter, without interruption for more than ten years?!"
"Who is it, when you are studying alone away from home, the phone rings on time every two or three days or every week, giving you a warm welcome and giving you all the instructions?!"
"Who, even when you hung up impatiently, still didn't forget to ask you, do you have enough money?"
"Who is it that carried you to the hospital without feeling tired when you were sick, touched your forehead anxiously, and shed tears of distress?"
"I'll answer for you! It's our parents, and only our parents and relatives!"
Ye Huang's eyes were red, he looked at the silent crowd below, paused and continued.
"Pity the hearts of parents in the world. Everyone has heard this sentence, but I don't think many really understand it. That girl should be here today, right? If not, her classmates can tell her."
"I want to ask you, is your mother your benefactor or your enemy, who wants you to sever the relationship between mother and daughter? Is the value of an Apple computer really that high? Your parents know all your habits and hobbies
, but what do you know about your parents, what they like to wear and what they like to eat?"
"I asked about your family's situation. Your father was laid off and your mother ran a street vendor. She only had a salary of two to three thousand a month and had to support your grandparents. In this case, your mother saved money and bought it for you.
She has a computer, what else do you want from her?"
"Do you have to ask the elderly to donate blood? Ah?!" After saying this, Ye Huang's face turned red, and a fire of ignorance rose up in his heart.
"One more thing to tell you. Just yesterday, your mother was seriously ill and hospitalized. If you still have a conscience and a conscience, I hope you can turn on your mobile phone and make a call. Finally, I want to tell you.
Tell everyone."
"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop; the child wants to be raised but the relatives are not there!"
"After saying so much, I actually just want to tell you, don't feel sorry for your parents anymore, because you have already felt sorry for them before. When you have time, call back. They will be happy to hear your voice, even if it is just a few nags.
Nao.”
"The following is "Really Love You" dedicated to all the mothers in the world."
After saying that, Ye Huang nodded to the dubbing with a serious look on his face to indicate that the music could be played.
