Chen Biao rushed home as quickly as possible. As soon as he entered the alley, he saw neighbors surrounding his house, pointing and pointing.

My mother's cry came from the house.

Chen Biao felt nervous. Could it be that his father left?

He jumped up and ran forward, his mind completely blank and his whole body trembling.

It was a short stretch of road. From childhood to adulthood, he didn't know how many times he had walked this stretch of road.

When he was a child, when his father came back from working outside, he and his brother would stand at the entrance of the alley waiting for his father.

When his father came back, he would put him on his shoulders and ask him with a smile if he was good at home and if he listened to his mother.

Every time she came home, my mother would be cooking in the kitchen. The family was not rich, but in this town, she could still have enough to eat and drink.

You can have a full meal of meat and fish every seven or eight days, and the necessary snacks are also available at home.

Sometimes my mother would pick her up just in time to catch up with the paycheck at the place where my father worked, and my father would tell my mother,

Biao'er mother, don't cook dinner tonight. I'll take you three to find a small restaurant outside, cook two dishes, and we'll have a meat and potatoes meal.

Then my mother would do what other beautiful women in the town do, and quickly go back to the house to rummage through the cabinets and change into more decent clothes.

His father still held him on his shoulders, and his mother held his brother's hand. The family of four walked out of the alley talking and laughing and went to a small restaurant in the town for dinner.

Usually my father would order a large plate of braised pork head, a bowl of vegetarian dishes, and some wine.

Dad and mom clinked glasses and drank some wine, while the two brothers ate pig head meat with their heads down.

When the two brothers had their stomachs full and round, their parents used their chopsticks and helped them eat the rest from two bowls of rice.

Then the family left with satisfaction. When passing by a roadside stall selling candied haws, my father would stop and take out two cents to buy a bunch for each of the brothers to eat.

If I meet someone selling gadgets again, my brother will still clamor to buy them.

At this time, my mother was reluctant to buy it, so my brother rolled on the ground and fell asleep.

My father couldn't bear it and paid for it. My mother got angry at my father and said, "You can get used to it. Sooner or later he will be spoiled!"

The father smiled happily and said, children are not afraid of getting used to it. I believe that my son Chen San is not a bad boy, hahaha...

His father's laughter still seemed to be echoing in his ears. If he could, he really wanted to live in the dreams and memories of his childhood forever.

But at this moment, his mother's cry pierced his eardrums and brought him back to reality.

He stumbled to the door of his yard and squeezed away the onlookers.

When those people saw Chen Biao coming back, they all shouted: "Chen Biao, where did you die these days? Do you know that something big happened to your family?"

Chen Biao had no time to pay attention to those three aunts and six women. He hurriedly ran into the yard and went straight to the room where the crying came from.

The yard was a mess.

The pots and jars placed in the corner where women used to pickle pickles were all knocked over and broken.

In the main room, all the tables and chairs were overturned to the ground, and teapots and bowls were smashed all over the floor.

"Father, mother!"

Chen Biao shouted and rushed into his father's house.

The house was also in a mess, with boxes and cabinets rummaged through, and it was a mess.

My father was wrapped in a quilt and lying in the middle of the mess. My mother sat behind him, holding him with both hands, crying loudly.

Dad's eyebrows were tightly closed and his face was sallow, looking worse than when he left home before. However, the beard under his nose was still moving slightly, so he was probably still alive.

But Chen Biao's mother's condition was even more worrying.

Because my mother had disheveled hair, a bruise on her forehead, and her left eye was swollen.

Obviously, he was hit with a fist, or he was knocked on the corner of a table.

"Dad, Mom, what's going on?"

Chen Biao rushed to his parents, supported his father, and asked loudly.

Chen Biao's father heard Chen Biao's voice and slowly opened his eyes, "You, your brother..."

He raised his hand with difficulty, pointed outside, and tried hard to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed violently.

With this cough, he vomited out a large mouthful of blood.

"Dad Biao'er, please take it easy, wuwuwu..." Chen Biao's mother cried again.

Chen Biao was also anxious, "Mom, let me carry my dad to the bed. You hurry up and get the medicine for my dad."

Mother and son worked separately, washing their faces, stroking their backs, and drinking medicine. Father Chen Biao finally regained his breath.

He wanted to tell Chen what to do with his life, but he had no energy left.

Especially after taking the medicine, I feel sleepy and fall into a deep sleep.

Chen Biao helped Chen Biao's mother into the main room, raised a long stool and asked his mother to sit down.

Looking at the bruised spot on her mother's forehead, Chen Biao's heart, liver and lungs ached, and his fists creaked in anger.

"Mom, what's going on here? Who destroyed our house? Who hit you? Tell your son!" he asked through gritted teeth.

Chen Biaoniang wiped away her tears and said, "I don't recognize those people either. They are all very vicious."

"When they came in, they asked where your brother was and said that your brother owed thirty taels of gambling debt from their bank."

"Your father and I were frightened. Those people were rummaging through the boxes in our house and drove your father out of bed."

"They took away the last five hundred coins you left. When they left, they made harsh words and said they would come back in three days."

"If we still can't raise the money, we will set fire to our house. I said a lot of cruel words... wu wu wu..."

After hearing this, Chen Biao was so angry that he was shaking all over.

Chen Biaoniang continued: "Your brother doesn't know where he is. He stole the ten taels of silver and still owes me thirty taels."

"That group of people will not let our family go. I knelt down and kowtowed to them and told them about our family's situation. They were not soft-hearted at all. They are all evil people and they will definitely not let our family go...

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"I don't know where your brother is hiding right now. God bless you, don't be caught by them, otherwise your bones will be torn apart..."

Thinking of this, Chen Biaoniang suddenly stood up and rushed to Chen Biao's room opposite to pack Chen Biao's clothes.

Chen Biao followed in, "Mom, what are you doing?"

Chen Biao Niang thrust a small bundle into Chen Biao's hand, "Quick, Biao'er, go hide at your uncle's house for a while, and come back when the storm is over!"

As the woman spoke, she anxiously pushed Chen Biao towards the door of the house.

Chen Biao staggered as he was pushed. He reached out and grabbed the doorframe with his fingers and stood there not moving away.

"Mom, don't be like this, I won't leave even if you beat me to death!" Chen Biao said.

"Biao'er, listen to mother and leave quickly," the woman continued, "If you meet your brother, remember to tell him not to go home and hide as far away as possible!"
Chapter completed!