The God of the Father and the Hero is Broken [Transmigration Book]

Huo Gan, who was hiding at home, was eventually pulled out by the crowd, and the locks of his house were also violently smashed, making the dilapidated house even more dilapidated now.

Jian Yao broke away from the crowd and just looked over from afar. The wooden gate was already crumbling. Inside the gate was a concrete floor without any floor tiles, and old wooden furniture that was rickety. Not to mention high-end electrical appliances, even No air conditioning nor TV.

Huo Gan's family is poor, not because Yang Jinhua can't earn money, on the contrary, Yang Jinhua's annual salary as a nanny is six figures, Jian Yao doesn't know the exact amount, but it must be a lot.

But Yang Jinhua would not give the money to her husband and adopted son. She kept the money and was ready to give it to her own son at any time, even though her own son always thought she was just a nanny at home.

Her mother's love was given to her son who was loved by the rich and powerful, and there was not a single bit of her mother's love that could be left to Huo Yan.

As for Huo Gan, he has no feelings for Huo Yan, he only cares about whether he has money to play cards, neither works nor does housework, thinking that he gave Huo Yan a bite of food, Huo Yan should be grateful, even if he has a son If he can't recognize him, Huo Yan should give him a pension.

Huo Yan grew up in such a family environment, and instead of being blackened, he became a holy father, which Jian Yao couldn't understand.

Huo Gan, who was pulled out, cried bitterly. Seeing that he couldn't blame Huo Yan again, he could only swear: "I will pay you back! I will definitely pay you back! Don't sue me, don't sue me!"

"I'm not going to jail, I can't go to jail!"

The owner kicked Huo Gan to the ground, suppressing his emotions so hard that he didn't hit him.

Huo Gan was lying on the ground with his head in his arms. Before the opponent hit him, he started yelling non-stop.

In fact, Huo Gan doesn't look bad. Even though he looks so embarrassed now, Jian Yao can still find out from his fleshy face the remnants of his youthful decency, but now that face looks like it will only make him feel uncomfortable. People gag.

The owner took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I won't sue you if you take out the money now, [-], you can't lose a penny, or you'll just wait to go to jail! So much money, enough You squatted until the year of the monkey!"

Trembling, Huo Gan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and smiled at the owner fearfully and obsequiously: "I'll call Jin Hua, and I'll ask her to transfer the money to you."

Aunt Zhang shouted at the top of her voice, "Exactly! Yang Jinhua is rich! Those rich people have more than [-] points leaked through their fingers!"

Others also leaned over, waiting to hear Huo Gan call Yang Jinhua, but no one cared about the Jian family mother and son and Huo Yan.

"Let's go, let's go back to eat." Jian Anzhi handed the shopping bag to Jian Yao, who took it nervously.

"Xiao Yan, come back with us too." Jian Anzhi smiled at Huo Yan, "It's useless for you to stay here, you can sleep with us tonight."

Huo Yan politely refused: "No need, Auntie, I'd better stay here."

After all, it's Huo Yan's family matter, Jian Anzhi couldn't persuade her anymore, she just sighed and said: "Well, they are all angry, don't go there."

When leaving, Jian Yao took one last look at Huo Yan.

The two of them didn't talk anymore, Huo Yan stayed where they were, and Jian Yao followed Jian Anzhi and walked slowly towards home.

The house that Jian's family is currently living in was designed by a designer to live in by themselves, but because of work transfers and going abroad for a few years, they asked in the circle of friends if they would like to rent it. Jian Anzhi happened to see it and suddenly became interested. After asking Jian Yao what he meant, he rented it.

It is a small two-story building with a grid-connected fence on the first floor. You can see the yard when you open the gate. Grape vines are erected in the yard, and there are long wooden steps under the eaves.

The first floor has floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides for daylighting, and you can see the furnishings inside when you don’t draw the curtains.

Jane's mother is a literary young woman, and the house she chose is also very artistic. The floor is all paved with bamboo floors, and the furnishings and furniture are all made of wood. There are bamboo baskets with rattan tops on both sides of the fabric sofa, and table lamps on the bamboo baskets.

"You go upstairs to take a shower and change your clothes." Jian Anzhi carried the shopping bag into the kitchen.

Jian Yao responded, his bedroom is on the second floor.

This bedroom has a balcony and huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The room is twice the size of his previous bedroom. There are several decorative paintings on the wall and a special study area. When the curtain is drawn, it is a small world. Small and cute ornaments, the whole room is still mainly decorated with logs.

The sky was already dark, and the cool wind suddenly picked up.

The wind blew in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, blowing up the broken hair on Jian Yao's forehead, so he could only reach out and push the hair aside. The lights in the house were on, and the outside was already covered by night. The night view at the foot of the mountain was more beautiful than Jian Yao imagined. More beautiful.

He looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he could see the sparkling river surface under the moonlight. Occasionally, a few birds skimmed over the water, and their wings met occasionally, like flowers blooming in the sky.

Jian Yao stood in the room and looked at the scenery outside the window. On the desk not far away were the textbooks for the first year of high school. The textbooks were slightly blown by the wind, and the pages of the books rubbed against each other, making a "rustling" sound.

After a few minutes, he opened the closet.

To Jian Yao's surprise, the room was clean and tidy, without any trace of people living there.

Every piece of clothing in the closet didn't look like someone had worn it. Jian Yao almost searched through all the clothes, but couldn't find any trace of being worn.

He went back to the desk again, the book full of notes in "memory", but there was not a single word on the page.

Everywhere in the house told him that this room was not "inhabited".

So did "Jian Yao" originally exist in this book, or because he passed through, this book complemented his life experience?

"Haven't you taken a shower yet?" Jian Anzhi asked downstairs.

Jian Yao quickly found a set of pajamas from the cabinet: "Go right away!"

Absent in the shower, Jian Yao only took 10 minutes to get out of the bathroom, and then went downstairs to help.

Jian Anzhi was humming and stirring the chicken curry in the pot, the rice cooker was emitting steam with rice fragrance, and the stereo in the living room played the jazz music that Jian Anzhi loved to listen to.

The sunlight outside has gradually dimmed, and the light inside is warm and bright.

Jian Yao looked at Jian Anzhi's back, smelled the aroma of the food, and suddenly thought it was a warm dream.

In addition to chicken curry, Jian Anzhi also mixed a packet of seaweed soup with meat, vegetables and soup. This meal looks simple, but it is actually very rich. Jian Anzhi even poured himself a glass of red wine , and poured Jian Yao a glass of exotic juice.

"School will start next week." Jian Anzhi "gloated" at his son, "Treasure the days when you don't have to go to class all day."

"By the way, there is still rice and curry in the pot, not enough for you to add yourself."

Jian Yao buried his head in his meal, and Jian Anzhi: "I asked, there is a bus from here to Shude High School every morning at 06:30, and it takes more than ten minutes to get there. From now on, you can go to and from school with Huo Yan every day. I think Huo Yan's kid is different from what they said, he doesn't look like a bad kid."

"In some families with unreliable parents, the children are mature and responsible." Jian Anzhi feels sorry for Huo Yan, "It will be fine when he is admitted to university."

"Huo Yan is a year older than you, and you have an acquaintance when you enter the school, which is very good."

Jian Yao swallowed the chicken in his mouth, and replied a little dullly: "Okay."

After Jian Anzhi finished her share, she pushed the table away and stood up and said, "Remember to wash the dishes, and wipe the bottom of the pot with steel wool. Don't be lazy, I'm going back to my room."

Jian Yao could only nod his head.

This evening Jian Yao was in a daze, like walking on clouds, and those who took online classes were also distracted.

Jian Yao, who had just finished the college entrance examination, was so familiar with the knowledge points in the class that the online class teacher didn't notice that he was distracted.

In the past, although Jian Yao could not be regarded as a god of learning, he could still be regarded as a master of learning. In reality, he didn't have the money to take online classes, so he could only go to the office to ask the teacher. Three years of textbooks were almost torn by him.

He is well-learned and has a good memory.

The one-on-one online teacher also praised him for his great progress.

When lying on the bed, Huo Yan's face and the scar on Huo Yan's forehead still appeared in Jian Yao's mind.

When he was reading the book, he hated the male protagonist for his indisputability, and mourned his misfortune.

Now that he is a person in the book, can he help the hero so that he does not fall into that quagmire again?

Or don't have extra contact with the male lead, don't get involved too much, so that no matter what happens to the male lead in the future, he won't be involved?

He couldn't sleep in bed.

It was raining outside, and the rain drifted in through the gaps in the open windows, and the cool wind made the drawn curtains bulge.

Jian Yao could only get out of bed and close the window.

When closing the window, he subconsciously looked in the direction of Huo Yan's house.

With a quick glance, Jian Yao closed the curtains.

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The next morning, the sun rose in the east.

Jian Yao crawled out of the quilt with his chicken nest head on his head. He fell asleep without drying his hair completely last night, so now he wants to eat the bitter fruit left over from last night. He rubbed his hair, yawned and put on his pants , and then walked downstairs in a daze.

He was going to the bathroom on the first floor to wash up.

He was shirtless, and the waistbands of his sweatpants were loosely stuck in his crotch, as if they would slip down if he moved a little harder.

The sunlight fell on Jian Yao's body, making him look white and glowing. His body already had the embryonic form of an adult man, with a thin layer of muscles on his chest and abdomen. He raised his head, let the sunlight caress his body, and then stretched arm, let out a long muffled sound.

This stretch is very comfortable.

Jian Yao rubbed his neck, and he shouted softly according to the habit in his memory: "Mom, I'm up."

"So early?" Jian Anzhi came out of the kitchen with a plate.

Jian Yao turned around, he froze, every bone in him seemed to be frozen by ice, and he didn't listen to his brain at all.

Sitting at the dining table in front of the French windows behind him was the man who had haunted him all night in his brain and dreams.

Huo Yan was looking at him with a smile.

Jian Yao opened his mouth hesitantly: "...how are you?"

The smile on Huo Yan's face didn't change at all, everyone who saw his smile would think that it was from the heart, sincere and warm.

At this moment, Jian Yao also thinks so.

No one could see the darkness hidden in Huo Yan's eyes.

"I'm here to thank you."