This time, Dragon's Fury is stronger than ever before.
The fiery array devoured the Jiang family members, and their names disappeared one by one, except for Jiang Ting.
The two blood-red characters shattered inch by inch.
The statue screamed wildly, "Aaaaaah!!"
The formation shattered, and the sound, like a kite with a broken string, vanished into the wind.
"Big brother!"
"Big brother!!"
"Big brother!!!"
A red light streaked across the sky, and in a flash, the three of them were back at the original cave entrance.
They saw the statue fall into the abyss, saw the eldest brother merge with the red light, and saw the words "Jiang Ting" disappear.
That familiar face was a bloody mess, but the smile in his amber eyes deepened.
He was smiling.
A bright smile and gentle eyes.
Jiang Ting had never laughed so happily, so freely.
Previously, I couldn't laugh even when I wanted to; I had to remain indifferent.
In his final moments, he was finally able to laugh freely.
...
The Jiang family has many members and many rules, so everything has to be fought for.
My father was not favored by my grandfather and was not capable, so naturally he could not compete with my uncles and elders.
Their family lived in the most remote corner, crammed into a tiny room.
The father drank all day long, saying, "Those brothers have so many tricks up their sleeves. I'll definitely win next time."
My mother sits by the window all day, looking up at the sky.
Jiang Ting was old enough to walk and could take care of himself and find his own food.
That day, he picked a wildflower and brought it home. "Mom, Mom, here's a little flower for you."
His mother patted his head and forced a smile, "Thank you, Xiaoting."
Jiang Ting hugged her. "Mom, my cousin always says we're trash and don't deserve to be part of the Jiang family. What does that mean?"
The mother shook her head. "It's nothing. We just need to live our own lives and don't need to worry about others."
The father happened to overhear this, grabbed Jiang Ting by the collar, and spanked him hard on the bottom.
"You little brat, even you look down on me!!"
Jiang Ting didn't understand at the time, but later he realized that his father was a bully who only bullied his own family.
He takes out his anger on innocent children after he's been mistreated outside.
Bang--!!
Jiang Ting was thrown outside by his father, his nose twitching.
A real man must be strong, don't cry, don't cry.
He remembered.
When you grow up, fight back.
A cold wind howled, and snowballs the size of a palm landed on Jiang Ting's head, making him shiver.
He tried to call for his mother, but strange noises came from inside the door, like crying and laughing at the same time.
The hand that was knocking on the door froze in mid-air. Jiang Ting had been sitting outside all night, the thick snow covering his knees.
Not long after, my mother gave birth to my younger brother.
Jiang Ting was no longer alone; he had a younger brother.
My younger brother is silly, but also very cute.
Despite his parents' lack of concern, Jiang Ting carried him everywhere he went.
He was seven years old, and according to the Jiang family's rules, he had to attend classes at the main garden to test his talent.
There was a fierce teacher there, standing in front of the platform with a ruler, forcing him to do boring tests.
Jiang Ting knew the answer at a glance and finished writing it in two strokes.
"Waaaaah..."
His younger brother hugged his neck, opened his mouth wide and bit down, crying and sucking at the same time.
The silly little brother mistook him for his mother and wanted to drink milk.
Jiang Ting gently comforted him, "Don't cry, little brother. I'll take you home right away."
My younger brother was three months old, and my mother didn't breastfeed him; she left tasks like making formula to him.
The father was indifferent, and the mother wallowed in self-pity.
Jiang Ting has been both a father and a mother to the family ever since.
The younger brother, unable to understand human speech, cried even louder.
"Waaaaah!"
The teacher noticed and slammed the blackboard, "What's your name? Don't bring children into the exam room. Come up here!"
Jiang Ting grabbed the test paper and ran upstairs, somewhat frightened. "I've finished."
The teacher didn't believe it. "I can't even finish in half an hour, how could you finish?"
Jiang Ting answered truthfully, "Teacher, you're too stupid. These questions are very simple."
The teacher glanced at it once, then a third time, his expression growing increasingly excited.
"I've finally run into the legendary child prodigy today!"
"You stay in the classroom and are not allowed to leave."
The teacher took the test papers and left, seemingly very happy.
Jiang Ting didn't understand what was so exciting about it.
To wait, or not to wait?
Jiang Ting chose not to wait; feeding his younger brother formula was the most important thing.
As he was about to leave, several tall, strong children blocked the doorway, speaking in a very arrogant tone.
"Who are you?"
Why did the teacher praise you?
"Speak up, are you mute?!"
Jiang Ting knew them: his eldest uncle's two sons, his fourth uncle's son, and his fifth uncle's daughter.
My mother told me to avoid dealing with the other families as much as possible.
If you can avoid it, then avoid it; if you can't avoid it, then run away.
Jiang Ting thought for a long time, then said, "I don't know."
"You know how to please the teacher, but you don't know how to talk to us?!"
The leader of the group shoved him, his attitude hostile, "You're not leaving until you've explained yourself clearly!"
"Huh? His dad is trash, and the whole family lives in the trash can on the west side."
"Your dad is big trash, and you're little trash."
Adults stick together, and children also form groups.
The father was ostracized, and Jiang Ting was bullied.
They are both children, both grandsons of their grandfathers, so why is he being bullied?
There's no time to think about these things right now.
Jiang Ting tightly protected his younger brother, retreating step by step to a corner. He was afraid inside, but he remained calm on the surface.
"First of all, you should ask the teacher why he is happy; it has nothing to do with me."
"Secondly, I am not trash, and my home is not a trash can."
"Third, the teacher will be back soon and will be collecting the papers in ten minutes. Are you sure you want to wait for me here?!"
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