Vol 2 Chapter 7: inherited

"Go away, don't make trouble, what do you know? I personally designed this, personally supervised, and personally built it. It is impossible and absolutely impossible to go wrong." The young man under construction said proudly and vowedly, Xu Shi Because I was too serious, I didn't look at them directly.
He has his story, he has his idea, and he doesn't allow others to give pointers.
"Oh, young people nowadays are so crazy. I really think that if you learn a little from the book and understand some of the fur, you can understand the wisdom of the ancestors and the crystallization of the predecessors?"
Several people can ridicule each other's internal issues, but at this time, it is obvious that they need to be unanimous to the outside world. The old Zhang head stepped unceremoniously and pointed to his nose to sarcastically, no matter who he was, he would scold him first.
"Young man, it's really wrong. I'll bet with you with fifty years of bricklayer experience." Old Zhao stopped Lao Zhang's head, and then looked at him with intent to make no concessions.
"How could Brother Li make a mistake? Just kidding, that's the top students of qh, you guys go away." Another objection sounded, it was the so-called helper of'Brother Li'. Before Brother Li had spoken, he took the lead. Jumping out to reprimand the few people in front of him, quite a kind of pretending to be a fox.
Uh, doesn't this person know Yuye? It is possible, otherwise how dare he be so presumptuous?
"How could it be wrong? It is written like this in the book, you guys..." When he raised his head and saw that the people talking to him were actually Yuye’s brothers and sisters, he only felt a chill from the soles of his feet. , I quickly stopped and shut my mouth silently, but I still firmly believed in my inner thoughts.
There was a sense of heroism and perseverance between his eyebrows, his fists clenched and he disagreed with other people's opinions, but the equipment on his body was a bit tattered, only exuding bronze sheen, and there was still a gap between him and the others.
"No, really wrong, you have to do this, this." Seeing him in this way, the old head Zhao couldn't help but think of when he was an apprentice, so he moved forward and took the equipment he put down, ready to demonstrate to him himself. .
When the old Zhao's head grasped these tools and started building, some strange feelings suddenly appeared in his heart, and a little bit of tears appeared in his eyes. In his memory, the profession of bricklayer has always been passed down from father to son. In his generation, it is In the third generation, the moment he clenched the brick knife, all his father's words came to mind.
It is not easy to think of his father at his age, and the feeling in his heart is beyond words...
Although the young man is very upset and unwilling, and does not want him to interfere with his own architecture or his own design, but due to the power of the demon king and the horror he has seen, he dare not speak. Dare not resist.
He can only let the old head of Zhao ruin the goddess in his heart and ruin the dream in his heart.
Hey, I'm sorry, there is only so much I can say and do, sorry, sorry. The designer silently apologized to the building in his heart, with a frustrated expression and distressed mood. This shows the importance of this building in his mind and his dedication to architecture.
The consciousness in my mind could not help but drift to that night many years ago:
"Son, when you grow up, Dad will teach you all the skills of his life, are you willing?" The kind old father looked at him who was only six years old and said with bright eyes.
"Dad, I don't want to learn a bricklayer, I want to be a scientist, I want to make a lot of money." The child's immature voice resounded throughout the warm family.
"Well, our Haoer has promise. If he has promise, then we should not be a bricklayer." Mother's voice sounded at the right time.
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"Li Hao, come here. Why are the exam results so bad this semester? Next time if it's so bad, I will go to work with Lao Tzu to earn money." In those few years, the benefit of the bricklayer was not very good. His smile became less and less.
"Dad, I want to study. Leave me alone. I will definitely have something to do." As a teenager, he was in a rebellious period and he was holding a sigh of breath in his heart. He looked down on his father's career even more. He wanted a different life. , Different jobs.
His grades have always been very good. He has always been among the top few in the class, and even won the first place several times. However, it seems that he will never get praise from his father or even a word of encouragement. He wants to ask why? But there is never a chance to ask.
"Old Li, isn't the child's grades very good? What are you nervous about." The mother's caring voice came.
"What do you know, get out." Father took a sip of the inferior wine in front of him, and let out a curse.
Li Hao didn't understand, how could his father become like this? Why did he become what he hates most?
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He studied hard and worked hard so that he would not become a father.
"Haoer, come home, your dad keeps talking about you." Since entering the university, Li Hao basically has the ability to support himself, and has not returned home for three years.
"Yeah." Li Hao nodded slightly, and he didn't want to see that person.
But he didn't know at the time. His mother only said that her father missed herself, but she didn't want to... It's just that he didn't realize it at all...
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"Haoer, go home and have a look, your dad misses you very much." I don't know how many times Li Hao received such a call~EbookFREE.me~ His reaction was still calm, nodded and said yes but But never went back.
After graduating, he entered the company as he wished and took a lot of money to send money to his home on time, but he never entered the house.
Until one day, mother's phone rang again.
"Hao'er, your father and I are fine, don't worry, you must take care of yourself outside." The mother's words were short and plain, so he couldn't hear anything unusual.
Hmm, after he replied, he continued to work.
However, only an hour later, he received the call he least wanted to get through.
"Dad, what's the matter." He hadn't yelled this for a long time, and bitterness rose in his heart.
"Is this the eldest son of the Li family? Your father and your mother are trying to rescue you. Come here, the address is..."
Boom, the sound of the phone landing.
He was organizing the language before, and various thoughts surfaced in his mind, not knowing how to face his father, but what he heard was so bad news. His mind was blank at the time, buzzing and unable to extricate himself.
When he arrived at the hospital, he saw two cold corpses, relatives who were already separated by yin and yang.
That day was the gloomiest day in his life, and also the day he received the most discussion.
When he finished dealing with his parents' affairs and his family's affairs, sitting by his parents' graves, thinking about the things of these years, thinking about the opinions given by the villagers, he seemed to understand what? I understood what my mother said, understood my father's intentions, and understood what my unfilial son did.
His father only wanted a heir, only wanted... and his mother only wanted a family reunion.
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