Uncle Zhao softened.
He had been married, but his wife disliked his disability and poverty, and left shortly after.
Since then, no one else ever appeared in his home.
Only an old ox and an old sheep were left.
Faced with the boy's warm embrace, he hesitated, for the first time harboring selfish thoughts.
Afterward, he quietly left Chixia Village with the boy overnight, returning only half a month later, telling everyone that the boy was the son left to him by his ex-wife.
The boy didn't remember his own name.
Uncle Zhao wasn't very educated either, thinking back to when he first found the boy, just as the sun was rising over the wall, he named him "Lang".
He hoped that like the rising sun, he could lead a bright and open life.
In the years that followed, they leaned on each other.
Although the days were poor, they were peaceful and happy.
Even though he knew the boy's background might not be simple, he still treated him as his own son.
