Douluo: Yu Hao is reborn, this Tang San is different

Chapter 6 A loving father and a filial son
Tang San's home is located on the west side of Shenghun Village, at the entrance of the village. The three adobe houses are the simplest in the entire village. On the roof in the middle, there is a wooden sign with a diameter of about one meter, on which is painted a simple hammer.

Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was the only blacksmith in Shenghun Village. Originally, Tang San's family should not have been so poor, but the little income Tang Hao earned from blacksmithing was all spent on drinking. He didn't seem to care about Tang San's life or death.

As soon as he entered the house, Tang San could already smell the fragrant aroma of food. It was not cooked by Tang Hao for him, but cooked by him for Tang Hao.

Since he was four years old, when Tang San was still too tall to reach the stove, cooking had become his daily task, even if he had to stand on a stool to reach the stove. It was like this in his previous life, and it is also like this in this life.

After entering the blacksmith shop, Tang San took a deep breath and then slowly pushed open the wooden door of Tang Hao's room. The room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. A middle-aged man was sitting at a shabby wooden table with several empty wine jars in front of him.

The middle-aged man looked to be close to fifty years old, tall and burly, with messy hair like a bird's nest and a beard that hadn't been trimmed for who knows how long. His face was flushed and his eyes were blurred. He was holding a wine jar tightly in his hand, and from time to time he took a gulp of wine from it, his eyes dull and dim.

This middle-aged man was none other than Tang San's father, Tang Hao, who was also the Haotian Douluo who was once famous throughout the continent.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Tang Hao slowly raised his head and his eyes met Tang San's. After a brief moment of daze, he suddenly shouted loudly: "You still remember to come back? Where did you run off to this morning?"

As he spoke, he stood up suddenly, but because he was drunk, he staggered and almost fell.

Looking at his father who was paralyzed by alcohol and looked a little sloppy, Tang San's eyes instantly became moist. He knew very well that his father was drinking to relieve his sorrow because of his mother's departure, but seeing this scene with his own eyes, his heart still ached, and his hatred for the Spirit Hall became even stronger.

Spirit Hall, you are the one who harmed my father like this, you deserve to die!
"Dad, I just went out to exercise. I go out for a run every morning." Tang San said with a slightly choked voice, trying to hold back his tears.

Memories of his past life surged through Tang San's mind like a tide. He clearly remembered never revealing his time travel to his father in his past life, knowing full well that such a bizarre thing would be difficult for his father to understand and might even see him as a monster possessing his son's body. Now, reborn again, knowing the future, such secrets could only be buried deep within his heart, and he dared not even think of revealing them.

"Well, let's eat." Tang Hao slowly stood up and walked outside. He grabbed the bowl on the table and poured the porridge into his stomach in big mouthfuls without worrying about the heat, without caring whether his son beside him was full.

After finishing the porridge, Tang Hao picked up the wine jar beside him and started drinking again.

Seeing this, Tang San felt a pang in his heart. He took a few steps forward, wanting to support Tang Hao. At this moment, his mind was full of thoughts on how to cheer up his father, so he tried to comfort him, "Dad, please don't drink anymore. Drinking too much is bad for your health..."

"Don't touch me! I haven't had enough to drink!" Tang Hao shook off Tang San's hand and shouted loudly. His voice was a little hoarse and echoed in the small room.

Tang San didn't flinch. He stepped forward again, hugged Tang Hao tightly, took a deep breath, and said, "Dad, I know you're sad that Mom isn't by your side. But going on like this isn't a solution. Think about it, those who hurt us are still at large, and we're giving up on ourselves. How can this be okay?"

He didn't dare to directly mention the fact that he was reborn and knew the past and future, so he could only hint it to Tang Hao vaguely.

Hearing this, Tang Hao's sleepy eyes widened instantly. He looked at his son in front of him as if he were a stranger, frowning slightly and saying, "Xiao San, what's wrong with you today? Why are you suddenly saying this? Your mother..."

In Tang Hao's mind, the Spirit Hall was so powerful, how could he possibly seek revenge on his own? Better to just live one day at a time.

Unless... unless his son had the potential to overthrow the Spirit Hall. Looking at his father in front of him, perhaps because he had lived for tens of thousands of years, Tang San already had a unique perspective on some things. He vaguely remembered that in his previous life, before his twin spirits awakened, his father didn't care about him at all, and his care for him in life was very rare.

But when he awakened his twin martial spirits, his father's attitude took a 180-degree turn and suddenly became very caring. This completely different attitude made Tang San think in his heart: He was arrogant at first and respectful later, which is really laughable.

"Didn't my mother's death stir up a ripple in my father's heart? Why wasn't he driven by hatred, but was willing to waste his will in this drunken life?" Tang San repeatedly questioned himself in his heart. Although he didn't speak a word, it shocked him and made his heart ache.

"Isn't your mother's passing enough reason for you to cultivate so desperately?"

"Are you really going to put the entire burden of revenge on my shoulders?"

Once these thoughts emerged, they hung over Tang San's heart like a dark cloud.

He couldn't help but imagine, if he hadn't awakened his twin martial spirits, hadn't displayed his astonishing talent, would his father have continued to sink into despair, allowing his mother's revenge to fall on deaf ears? Thinking of this, Tang San's hands unconsciously clenched, his nails digging deep into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

As these thoughts continued to swirl in his mind, Tang San looked at Tang Hao with a look of disappointment, anger, and even hostility.

Under the influence of alcohol, Tang Hao's consciousness was already a little hazy, but when he noticed the undisguised hostility in Tang San's eyes, the anger in his heart was ignited. His eyes were red as he glared at Tang San and shouted incoherently:

"What's that look in your eyes, you little bastard?!"

Before he finished speaking, Tang Hao suddenly raised his palm and slapped Tang San hard in the face with a loud slap. The slap was so powerful that it knocked Tang San to the ground, and a trace of blood instantly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this time, Tang San had not yet awakened his twin martial spirits. In Tang Hao's eyes, Tang San was a dispensable existence. Otherwise, he would not have let Tang San cook for him every day with peace of mind, as if Tang San's existence was only to take care of his daily life.

Tang San was lying on the ground, the anger and grievance in his heart reached its peak. He was panting like an ox, raised his head and glared at Tang Hao, wanting to attack but not daring to.

After becoming a god in his previous life, Tang San was high and mighty in the God Realm. When had he ever suffered such humiliation and injustice?
His chest heaved violently, his heart roaring with rage. If the man before him wasn't his father, Tang Hao's actions would surely have been enough to get him killed. He simply resented his father for his own degradation and for not avenging his mother, yet he hadn't expected to be treated this way.

This slap, like a sharp knife, created an unhealable rift between Tang San and Tang Hao.

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