Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 488 The Disgraceful Old Mother
Anyone who sleeps next to a garbage dump for a night will definitely not smell pleasant.

Zhang Jiaqi seemed to know this as well. As she walked past Chen Nuo, she lowered her head, covered her face with her long hair, and whispered in Cantonese, "I'm sorry."

Clearly, she had no idea that it was this masked man beside her, who walked a little strangely, who had covered her with a layer of old cardboard last night.

Chen Nuo stood still, shifted his body slightly, and let the woman pass first.

My gaze drifted down and I noticed a small piece of fallen leaf stuck to the girl's head, her high, straight nose, her slightly upturned chin, and the snow-white cleavage below her neck.

He immediately looked away and said, "It's nothing."

In the dark and cramped stairwell, the air was filled with a strange odor, a mixture of sweat, perfume, alcohol, and musty smells.

The broken corridor light flickered, and a sexy woman, drunk until dawn, staggered upstairs in front of a man wearing a white shirt and jeans.

All of this pieced together a scene reminiscent of a 90s Hong Kong movie, which was deeply imprinted in Chen Nuo's mind.

To be honest, I didn't think it was anything particularly beautiful at the time.

But later, when he described this scene to Ann Hui, this renowned master of art films in Hong Kong cinema, hailed as "Hong Kong's only female director who can rival male directors," immediately revealed a deep expression of regret:

"It's such a pity I wasn't there. If I had taken a picture, the scene would have been so beautiful."

As soon as he said that, Chen Nuo began to reminisce about that moment and even felt that it actually had a certain beauty to it.

However, he knew in his heart that this was partly psychological—the result of the subtle influence of the art-house female director who had been talking to him for more than an hour.

Chen Nuo has worked with many directors, but Ann Hui is the first director he has encountered who would chat with him about trivial matters before the official start of filming.

"Besides this morning's footage, is there anything else that particularly impressed you during your time living in public housing?" Ann Hui asked.

Her Mandarin is quite standard among Hong Kong directors.

When they first met, Chen Nuo was a little surprised. Later, as they chatted, she learned that she was born in Anshan, Liaoning in 1947 and moved to Hong Kong with her parents when she was five years old. Her parents always spoke Northeastern Mandarin. That's why her name is Ann Hui.

She was a gentle-spoken woman, well-read and knowledgeable. She knew how to guide the conversation gently and skillfully, and was adept at using details to evoke emotions and memories. In short, Chen Nuo unknowingly let down his guard, opened his heart, and talked with her like an old friend.

In the time that followed, Chen Nuo chatted with her about the old man in the public housing estate. He kept saying he wanted to introduce him to a girlfriend, but it was clear he was just joking. What kind of young women would a widower in his seventies, without children, know? Besides him, there was Uncle Liang, the fishmonger, whom she had once helped open the door for downstairs, so she gave him an eel. And then there was the tireless middle-aged couple next door.

Ann Hui listened attentively, occasionally interjecting with a comment or two. She would laugh heartily at the funny parts, appearing quite engrossed. She didn't shy away from the middle-aged couple who did their business every night, laughing heartily as well.

No wonder she's a tough female director who once cut her hair short, wore loose shirts and jeans, and spent her days making lewd jokes with a group of men on set just for filming.

After discussing these things, Chen Nuo, although he roughly understood Ann Hui's intentions, still checked the time and asked, "Director Hui, when will filming begin?"

Ann Hui smiled, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Don't rush."

She paused, then smiled and continued, "It's like this. I hesitated for a long time before accepting your invitation. At first, I didn't want to come because I've been afraid of movies for forty years, and it's always been one good film and one bad film."

"As you know, I just finished filming 'A Simple Life,' and Deanie Ip won the Best Actress award at Venice. I think it was quite successful. I was afraid that the next one would be a bad film, which would ruin your plans. But then, director Johnnie To persuaded me that this was a TV series, not a movie. That's when I felt I could come."

"Then I thought, how should I cooperate with you?"

“I’ve actually watched every one of your movies, and I’ve watched each one several times. From the very beginning, ‘The House of the Mute’, to the latest ‘Inception,’ I’ve always felt that you are a very versatile and thoughtful actor, with a talent that I’ve never seen before. Today, your performances have received a lot of praise. If I were to give you acting advice, I would feel at a loss for words.”

"This matter made me hesitate for a long time."

"Finally, I suddenly realized that although you are young, you are already a very mature actor. Even though I am 40 years older than you, I don't actually need to teach you how to act."

“In the past, I made many dramatic and impactful works. In my middle age, influenced by directors Hou Hsiao-hsien and Edward Yang, I began to focus more on telling stories about life. You must have invited me to direct the second episode because of this.”

“I watched some clips from the first episode directed by Director Peng, and I especially liked the mother-son relationship you and Ah Hong portrayed. However, I think that based on your past performance, you could have gone a little deeper, been more nuanced, and made it more lifelike.”

“Since you’ve been to Tin Shui Wai and are now living in a coffin-sized apartment in Sham Shui Po, you should understand what I mean.”

"And in this process, I won't teach you; I'll only tell you how I feel."

……

……

This is the advantage of using a series-director system for TV dramas.

Unlike when filming "The Return of the Condor Heroes," Chen Nuo often had to wait for the director and crew to film other people's scenes after he finished his own, which inadvertently lengthened the filming period.

Now that he has finished filming his scenes for the first episode, Pang Ho-cheung and Zhang Yimou are reshooting the panoramic shots and other people's perspectives for the first episode.

But Chen Nuo no longer needed to wait; instead, he immediately began filming the second episode.

The first episode ends with the 201 survivors of the "Statues" game returning to their dormitory warehouse, still shaken.

Faced with a group of masked NPCs, the crowd, terrified by the blood, became agitated and demanded to withdraw from the killing game.

But the masked man threw out a particularly clever bait.

That is: money.

As thousand-yuan bills began to fall from the pipes inside the glass sphere above the warehouse, eventually piling up into a small red mountain, the entire place fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on that pile of banknotes, their eyes gleaming with an indescribable desire.

The masked man informed everyone that for every player who died, HK$1 million would be added to the glass ball. Since 245 people had died in the "Statues" game, the prize money in the glass ball had accumulated to HK$245 million. The winner would receive the entire prize money if all the games were successfully completed.

This news instantly sparked divisions among the survivors.

Some people want to continue playing for money, while others want to quit to save their lives.

Ultimately, everyone decided to vote on whether to continue the game, following the principle of majority rule.

Xie Jiajun, voted number 456, was the first to vote. He then voted to withdraw.

After intense discussion and a tense wait, the vote reached 100:100.

At this moment, No. 001—a double-flower red stick suffering from a brain tumor and not long for life—made his final appearance and, like Xie Jiajun, cast the "withdrawal" vote.

The story of the second installment under Ann Hui's direction begins here.

On a mountain road late at night, a minivan sped by and screeched to a halt.

A man and a woman, stripped naked except for their underwear, rolled out of the car onto the roadside. The people inside then threw off a few more pieces of clothing and drove away quickly.

A man and a woman were lying on their sides with their hands tied behind their backs and their eyes covered.

The woman, dressed only in a bra and panties, writhed on the ground, shouting, "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

Chen Nuo bowed slightly and said nervously, "Miss, I, I'm here."

"who are you?"

“I was thrown out with you.”

"Then hurry up and untie me!"

"Oh, okay... but, miss, could you please untie the ropes binding my hands first?"

"Me? How can I help you!"

"Miss, could you please take a bite?"

In the shot, Gulnazar's face was right at Chen Nuo's buttocks. Chen Nuo moved his hand, which was behind his back, back a little further, and fed the woman's mouth.

How it was bitten open wasn't shown on camera because it was simply impossible to demonstrate.

The female assistant, who was filming for the first time, couldn't withstand the test of close-up shots at all. Chen Nuo's only requirement for her was to speak normally.

As for why Gulnazar was chosen as the female lead, besides the fact that the female lead in "The Eagle Catches the Chicken" is different from the original female lead who is a thief, the female lead in "The Eagle Catches the Chicken" is a rich girl whose family is on the verge of bankruptcy. It needs to be played by a sweet and beautiful woman who makes people think of her as a rich, beautiful, and innocent girl. The other reasons are too long to explain for now.

In the script, the contestants who were stripped of their competition clothes were sent off the field wearing only their underwear.

If Pang Ho-cheung were to film this scene, the young lady would definitely be wearing lace.

However, Ann Hui has never had any interest in skirting the edges of fashion, so Nazha wore a sports bra. Nevertheless, her great figure, honed from daily morning swimming, still looked curvaceous on camera.

Having bitten through the rope, Chen Nuo struggled to turn over and get up.

This scene actually reveals the main reason for his weight loss. He was wearing only boxer briefs, and his shirt was off, revealing his ribs. He looked malnourished and skin and bones.

After regaining his freedom, he ripped off his mask and, without even bothering to put on clothes, immediately helped Gulnazar untie the ropes and remove the blindfold.

But the moment Gulnazar regained the ability to move her hands, she slapped him across the face with a "smack".

This is a real fan.

Encouraged by Chen Nuo, it took seven or eight takes before this solid slap finally landed.

"You scoundrel!" Gulnazar cursed.

Then, without even glancing at him, she turned around and went to find her own clothes.

Chen Nuo stood there stunned for two seconds, then a hint of grievance flashed in her eyes, but it was eventually covered by a numb expression. She lowered her head and began to look for her clothes.

……

"Card, delivery received!"

"Nazha, that's it, be more confident. You'll be fine."

……

Xie Jiajun thus returned to the real world.

However, this place was already riddled with holes and was no longer a safe haven.

First, the mother collapsed.

In Ann Hui's lens, the foot that is swollen and bleeding due to diabetic complications is like a tattered cloth eroded by time and illness, losing its original shape and luster.

The hospital's color scheme also conveyed a cold and pale feeling.

The old equipment, the dim lighting, and the shadows cast through the blinds suggested that everything around Xie Jiajun was slowly collapsing as his mother weakened. The pale white walls, the cold metal equipment, and the gray sky outside the window intertwined to create a depressing and hopeless atmosphere.

Chen Nuo blended in perfectly.

He was like a dog that had been suddenly abandoned, every part of him exuding fear and unease.

Wearing a white coat and black-rimmed glasses, Alex Fong explained, "Your mother's condition is mainly due to the prolonged lack of treatment... She must be in a lot of pain. Have you noticed anything unnatural about her gait?"

"without."

The moment the word left his lips, Chen Nuo's tears fell, like a helpless and pitiful dog.

Fang Zhongxin glanced at him, then looked back at the rotting left foot, muttering, "Didn't notice? That doesn't make sense."

Chen Nuo blinked hard, suppressing a sob in her throat, and asked, "Doctor, it can be cured with treatment, right?"

Fang Zhongxin said, "In the worst-case scenario, amputation might be necessary... In any case, have your mother hospitalized first, and we'll see how things go while she's receiving treatment."

Chen Nuo's blank, wooden gaze slowly moved to Hui Yinghong's face. Her lips trembled, her face filled with despair.

Camera switch.

Kara Hui limped out of the hospital, with Chen Nuo following behind.

He blinked hard. "Mom, where are you going? The doctor wants you to be admitted to the hospital!"

Kara Hui said calmly, "It's alright."

Chen Nuo looked anxious and helpless: "What do you mean it's okay? You're having trouble walking, Mom."

Kara Hui turned around abruptly, glared at him, and said, "You haven't been home for days. Where have you been gallivanting around?"

Chen Nuo was startled and said, "I..."

"Alright, let's go home." Hui Yinghong didn't ask any more questions, turned around, and continued to walk forward with a limp.

Chen Nuo quickened her pace, stammering, "Mom, if you don't listen to the doctor, the doctor said you might... you might..."

Kara Hui said expressionlessly, "Amputation will happen, I heard you."

Chen Nuo blinked painfully, his head trembling, and the fingers of both hands twitching unconsciously in front of the camera. He said, "Mom, why, Mom?"

Kara Hui said calmly, "It's because of money. If I don't work, who will pay you back? Besides, I don't have insurance, and hospitalization is very expensive."

Chen Nuo stopped abruptly.

Kara Hui stopped and turned around, saying, "What are you doing? Come on. Come and help me, my feet hurt."

Chen Nuo walked over step by step and asked in a soft voice, "Mom, what about your insurance?"

"I haven't paid it in a long time."

Hui Yinghong's eyes were also a little red. She stood on tiptoe, reached out and touched his head, and said, "You're so tall already, and you're still crying. Don't worry, Mom's fine. Once we pay off your debts, Mom will come to see your feet."

……

"Card, delivery received!"

“Excellent. Mr. Chen, Ah Hong, I’m so happy I could give you both an award.”

……

The problem is coming.

With a debt of five million and an annual interest rate of one and a half percent, how long would it take for a woman working two part-time jobs in Hong Kong, working fifteen hours a day, to pay off the debt?
The answer is, the fastest time is 40 years.

Xie Jiajun felt that he couldn't wait even 4 years, 4 months, or 4 days, let alone 40 years.

.......
"Uncle, can you lend me some money? I'll run a little further every day and pay you back slowly."

"No, Ah Jun, I lost a lot of money betting on horses last time. When I got home, your sister-in-law made me kneel on a washboard for three days. I don't have a single penny of pocket money this month. Do you need anything from your uncle? Can you lend me some?"

"Uncle, please."

"Don't beg. If I had it, I would definitely lend it to you. But I don't, and even if you kneel down and kowtow to me three times, I still won't have it. Think of another way, Ah Jun."

The final shot of this scene is of Lin Xue pushing open the door and entering, showing his short, stout back.

Chen Nuo, dressed in slovenly clothes, stood at the bottom of the steps, his face pale and silent.

……

"Card, delivery received!"

"I love this scene, it has a great feel to it."

……

The rain started to fall.

Ann Hui is very skilled at using rain to create atmosphere. In "The Way We Are," she uses continuous drizzle to depict the repression and forbearance of a single mother and her daughter in their difficult life.

In "A Thousand Words", she also used rain to convey the characters' emotional breakdown and catharsis. The rain fell like tears, and the misunderstandings and helplessness between people fermented silently in the rain.

Here, the meaning of "rain" is not so complicated; it simply refers to a convenience store on a rainy night, more like a place suitable for confiding or meeting.

As for Xie Jiajun's inner sorrow, it cannot be described by rain alone.

The convenience store was dimly lit, and the glass windows rattled softly as the raindrops tapped against them.

Chen Nuo was sitting in the customer area of ​​711-Eleven with a bottle of beer in his hand. He had only taken a few sips when Wu Junru came over with a sharp and mean look on her face. She didn't look like Ah Jin from "Golden Chicken" at all, but rather like a petty and calculating old lady.

She looked Chen Nuo up and down, then shouted, "Hey! Drinking is not allowed here, don't you know that?"

For the first time in his life, Xie Jiajun did not obediently listen to others' scolding.

He remained seated, staring blankly out the window.

"Can't you hear me? I said—no drinking here! Are you deaf?" Wu Junru frowned, her voice sharp and shrill, "If you don't make a sound, I'm really going to call the police."

Chen Nuo slowly stood up at this moment, saying, "I didn't call you 'Hey'."

Sandra Ng glanced at him up and down, then pouted and said, "You're not called 'Hey,' you're called 'Crazy Guy.'"

“You’re the lunatic, your whole family are lunatics,” Chen Nuo muttered under his breath.

……

"Card, receive the goods."

"Hahahaha, Nuozai, your last impromptu line was hilarious. I love it."

……

After being kicked out of the convenience store, Chen Nuo simply stood at the entrance and drank beer.

His movements were clumsy, and the way he drank it made it look like he was drinking a pot of poison.

The rain-making truck created the effect of a torrential downpour on this street in Sham Shui Po. Under this night sky, Qin Pei walked out in the rain, holding an umbrella.

He looked up at Chen Nuo and was about to enter the convenience store, but immediately stopped.

At this moment, Chen Nuo had already turned his head and was looking at him.

Chen Nuo hesitated and asked, "Old sir?"

Qin Pei exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap, number 456, you little lunatic? What are you doing here?"

“I live nearby, sir.”

"Oh."

"Sir, what brings you here? Do you live around here too?"

"No, my friend lives here..." Qin Pei glanced at the wine in his hand and suddenly laughed, "Little madman, do you have money to buy wine?"

When Xie Jiajun was drinking alone in the convenience store, the clerk would come over and chase him away.

However, when an old man with tattoos all over his body and arms was drinking with him in the convenience store, the mean-spirited clerk stood behind the counter, not daring to look over.

That might be because, in front of Xie Jiajun, the shop assistant is an eagle. But in front of No. 001, the shop assistant becomes a chick.

Such details abound throughout the play, creating an atmosphere of oppression and despair.

Qin Pei downed more than half of the Carlsberg bottle in one gulp, then let out a long, satisfying sigh.

Chen Nuo only had 20 yuan left in his pocket, but the unexpected reunion still brought a different kind of joy to his face than it had a moment before. But then he seemed to remember something and said, "Old sir, your head... is it okay for you to drink?"

"No problem. We're going to die anyway. A day earlier or a day later doesn't matter. Hey, you little rascal, go buy some snacks to go with your drinks."

After a while.

Chen Nuo's bag was finally empty, while on their table were two open bags of instant noodles, sprinkled with chili powder.

Qin Pei picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, took a sip of wine, and his eyes squinted comfortably.

Ha exhaled a breath reeking of alcohol.

Then, without any warning, he casually said, "I've decided to go back."

Chen Nuo's previously hazy eyes snapped open, and he stammered, "Huh?"

Qin Pei said, "Since we're all going to die anyway, we might as well take a gamble. Damn it, I was gone for a few days and my wife thought I was dead. We sold the house and lost all our money. Now I have nowhere to live and have to stay at a friend's house. At least when I go back, I'll have a bed to sleep in."

"But……"

"No buts. I only realized after I got out that what those people said was true." Qin Pei smiled. "This place is more like the eighteenth level of hell."

Chen Nuo stared blankly at the beer bottle, his face expressionless.

Then, he placed his hand on the bottle, picked it up very slowly, and brought it to his lips.

He paused for two seconds and took a small sip.

……

"Card, delivery received!"

"Nuozai, it breaks my heart to see you drinking."

……

But this was not the last straw.

For a man, the last straw often comes from a woman.

Looking at the magnificent living room before him, Chen Nuo's expression was complex and indescribable.

"You want to borrow money from me? Hahahaha, you want to borrow money from me? Do you think I have any money to lend you?"

Yuan Quan's smile was exceptionally unrestrained, like a raging flood after rain, washing away the last trace of warmth in the man's heart.

"You think you can come to me and borrow money just because of the little bit of junk you buy for her every year?"

The woman's voice was like a knife, and every word she uttered was like a hammer, slamming the man down to his dwarf. In the footage, Chen Nuo's entire body seemed to shrink back, his once tall and slender figure now appearing somewhat hunched over.

Yuan Quan laughed and said, "Okay, just kidding. Since you're the father of my child, tell me, how much do you want to borrow?"

Chen Nuo said with difficulty, "5."

"50,000? Hahaha... What are you doing? You don't even have 50,000. When I first came to Hong Kong, how did I end up with you? I thought you could give me a legal status, but I never expected you to be a minor, and you almost got me thrown in jail." Yuan Quan snorted and said, "Forget it, it's all in the past. You wait here, I'll go get you the money."

After a while, the woman changed into a sexy black short skirt and came downstairs, holding a stack of Hong Kong dollars in her hand.

Chen Nuo was even shorter, and his gaze remained fixed on her toes, as if he dared not look up at her.

"Take it." Yuan Quan walked up to him and handed him the money.

Just as Chen Nuo reached out his hand, Yuan Quan abruptly withdrew it, grinning and saying, "What, you really just want to take it for free?"

Chen Nuo said in a low voice, "Then... what do you want?"

"Me?" Yuan Quan's eyes were alluring as she circled him, her red-nailed index finger lightly touching his chest. "What do you think?"

Just then, the door clicked open.

A middle-aged man in a suit with a shaved head walked in, accompanied by a three- or four-year-old boy and a slightly older girl.

The camera only showed the little boy's face; he was fair-skinned and very cute.

The girl's face remained hidden; only her soft, childish voice could be heard calling out from the doorway, "Dad?"

Zhan Ruiwen frowned slightly and glanced at Chen Nuo.

The little boy ran up happily, hugged Yuan Quan's leg, and shouted, "Mommy!"

He looked up again, gazing curiously at Chen Nuo.

Yuan Quan quickly put her arm around the little boy, creating some distance between herself and Chen Nuo, then turned to Zhan Ruiwen with a smile and said, "You're back?"

Her tone shifted abruptly, and she turned sharply to glare at Chen Nuo: "Aren't you leaving? Didn't I tell you, I don't have any money to lend you! What are you doing here, clinging on like a leech? Get out of here! Didn't you hear me? I told you to leave!"

Chen Nuo immediately lowered his head and quickly walked towards the door.

When he reached the girl, he stopped and slowly squatted down.

The camera gave him a close-up of his face.

He is laughing.

Smiling, he whispered to the camera, "Ruoruo, Dad has something to do, I have to go now, I'll come see you another day."

His eyes were fixed on the camera, his lips curled up, and his smile was warm and natural.

"it is good."

The girl's clear and gentle voice came from off-camera.

Chen Nuo blinked hard, stood up, and without looking at Zhan Ruiwen, walked quickly to the door, sobbing.

But the fingerprint lock on the door stumped him. He had never seen a lock like it before, and after a few moments of fumbling around, he finally opened the door and rushed out.

The rain in Hong Kong still hasn't stopped.

He shivered as he moved forward in the rain.

Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind, "Hey! Ah Jun."

Chen Nuo stopped and turned around.

Zhan Ruiwen walked over with an umbrella, holding the 50,000 yuan in his hand.

“You forgot your money.” Zhan Ruiwen reached out and handed over the money.

Chen Nuo's eyes darted back and forth across his face and hands, his lips trembling as if he were having an epileptic seizure.

“Take it.” The King of Hong Kong’s stage plays smiled, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and said, “Jiaying thought I would be angry, but how could I be so petty? Don’t mind her. She already told me. Everyone needs money sometimes. Take it.”

Chen Nuo kept blinking hard, rainwater streaming down his cheeks, making him look like a drowned rat.

Finally, he slowly raised his hand, took the money, and said in a strained voice, "Thank you... I, I will pay you back."

"No need to thank me, and no need to pay me back."

Zhan Ruiwen maintained his gentle smile and said, "Hey, Ah Jun, since you've taken the money, I have a favor to ask of you. Please don't come to my house anymore, and don't see my family again. Ruoruo, I've always treated her like my own daughter. For her sake, please don't..."

Before Zhan Ruiwen could finish speaking, a huge fist was already at his face.

Bang.

The man collapsed to the ground in the rain.

Splash, splash.

The crisp sound of banknotes clinking.
Red paper scraps filled the air, getting soaked by the rain, and fell onto the bald man.

"Damn it, damn your mother!"

……

"Card, delivery received!"

"No, Nuozi, are you really going to hit me?"

……

On a street corner late at night, Chen Nuo, wearing a worn-out hooded sweatshirt, stood under the dim yellow streetlights.

He raised his hand and glanced expressionlessly at the cheap watch on his wrist.

It was 2 a.m.

As the second hand pointed to 12 o'clock, a van drove up from the deserted street and came to a smooth stop in front of him.

The car door then slid open, and Chen Nuo got in.

The car was already quite full, but it was so dark that you couldn't see their faces. There was only one empty seat.

As soon as Chen Nuo sat down, a cloud of white mist rose into the carriage.

One by one, the people on the bus fell asleep.

Chen Nuo also collapsed onto the floor of the car with a thud.

The van continued driving.

The interior of the carriage was dimly lit by the streetlights.

After a while, on the floor where no one was paying attention, Chen Nuo pulled down her collar, which just covered her mouth and nose, and slowly opened her eyes in front of the camera.

……

"Card, delivery received!"

"Nuozai, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

……

……

"Jun, you're back?"

"Yes, Grandpa is back."

"Why haven't I seen you in so long?"

"I've been a bit busy these days. Grandpa, did you just go grocery shopping? Let me help you carry it."

"Thank you so much, Ah Jun. You're the most polite young person in the whole building. Ah Jun, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? Why don't you come back with me for a bowl of soup?"

"Um... never mind, Grandpa. I'm a little tired and want to go home and rest early."

“It’s good that you’re tired. Drink some fish soup to nourish yourself. It’s a big white fish that I bought specially from Xiao Liang’s stall. It’s very nutritious. Look at you, you seem to have gotten even thinner lately. If your parents saw this, they would be heartbroken. You have to think about them. Besides, you still have to carry on the family line. Listen to your grandpa, let’s go.”

“...Alright then, Grandpa.”

(End of this chapter)