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In 1965, Beijing, a courtyard house.

A group of people in plain clothes came in and out of a room from time to time, and some people outside the room were watching... as if they were watching something lively.

Most of the people outside the house are the neighbors of the owner. The people in the room are divided into two parts, one part is some peasants who obviously come from the countryside, and the other part is obviously urbanites in their clothes, and it can be seen from the knuckles and calluses on their palms It turns out that at least they used to be workers, and two were street people.

However, none of them is the owner of this place... The owner of this place is currently a five or six-year-old boy. He stood in front of a pair of photos of the deceased, looking sad but stubborn, and holding a wrench in his hand.

"Liu Hao, both of your parents died in the line of duty, and you are their only son, so you must not discredit them!" A middle-aged man gently advised.

"Ouch! Little brat, are you really hitting me?"

A man in his thirties next to him was about to reach out to snatch the wrench from the little boy's hand, but he dodged it very sensitively, and hit him with a backhand, which made the man grin his teeth in pain.

"Uncle, I'm a bastard, so aren't my parents rabbits? Then what are you and my grandma?" the boy asked back.

"Rabbit... unfilial thing, boss, beat him!" A skinny old lady with bound feet jumped up and scolded him, but fortunately she came to her senses and didn't scold him again.

"Stop it all, this is in front of comrades Liu Jiefang and Luo Weihong, if you mess around again, you will be kicked out." The former middle-aged man said sharply.

Although the few rural people didn't want to give up, they knew the identity of this middle-aged man, and they were still a little scared, so they calmed down after muttering a few words.

"Uncle Yang, you are the factory manager, representing the factory, right?"

Liu Hao...that is, that boy, looked at the middle-aged man and asked.

"Yes, yes, you can ask me if you have any requirements." The middle-aged man is Yang Shu, the director of the Red Star Steel Rolling Plant, and nodded quickly upon hearing this.

"You two aunts, don't you represent the government?" Liu Hao looked at the two street officials.

"That's right." The two nodded quickly.

"Is it true that my parents died in the line of duty?" Liu Hao asked again.

"Look at the child, he speaks clearly, how does he look like a six-year-old child?"

"So it's a child prodigy. He went to school at the age of five and read newspapers to the old people in the alley. It's a pity..."

The neighbors outside the door were also discussing, looking at the boy full of sympathy.

Liu Hao pointed to those people in rural attire and said: "I know, they are my grandparents, uncles, and uncles. It stands to reason that after my parents died, they were my closest relatives and raised me instead of my parents. They have been at home for the past two days, they just took away the rice, flour, grain and oil, they also rummaged through boxes and chests and took away my parents’ clothes, and even asked me where the money and tickets were hidden, and if I didn’t give them, they would screw me... "

As he spoke, he lifted his clothes away, only to see his waist and ribs were bruised and purple, which was simply unbearable to see.

"It's not. We didn't call it. We don't know!" The old lady from the countryside seemed to be a combination of drama at this moment, and quickly came up with a philosophical trilogy.

"Such a small child, how can he do it!"

"If this falls into their hands, can there be a good thing?"

The neighbors outside the room suddenly started talking, and their voices became louder and louder.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is my brother's son, how could we harm him?" Liu Hao's uncle yelled.

"That's right, this is our family matter, we can handle it ourselves, and we don't need to be judged by others." The old lady yelled.

"They thought I was falling asleep, but I actually heard what they said. They even made plans for my parents' pension and job quota." Liu Hao continued to complain.

Grandma Liu and Uncle Liu's family naturally tried their best to deny it, but no one would doubt a child's words, especially this child is still a good student with excellent character and learning.

Yangshu and the two cadres in the street were in a dilemma. One of Liu Hao’s parents was an engineer in the factory, and the other was the team leader in the factory. In order to save the state’s property and the lives of other workers, he gave his precious life. Of course, their children should be treated kindly, but in principle they still have to be brought up by relatives.But now it seems that the man's relatives and friends are unreliable, and the woman seems to have no relatives. In this case, what should the child do?Really let him live by himself?

impossible!

This kid is too young.

"Director Yang, do you think this is a good idea?"

At this time, a tall man in his fifties walked into the room and said, "You know, my wife and I have no children. If there is no problem, I will adopt him and raise him as my own son." how?"

The person who came was Yi Zhonghai, an eighth-level fitter in a rolling mill, and his salary was quite high, but it was always a pity that the couple had no children.

"No."

Grandma Liu jumped up and said, "My grandson can't change his surname, and I can't cut off the incense of my third son!"

Of course Yang Shu also knew Yi Zhonghai, he was a little moved at first, but he was a little embarrassed when the old lady jumped like this.

Yi Zhonghai also frowned. He wanted to adopt Liu Hao because he wanted to continue his legacy, otherwise why would he bother?

"Come on! It's embarrassing for you. What's the big deal?"

At this time, a simple-looking young man walked in from the door, walked up to Liu Hao, touched his head, and said, "What does it take to raise a child? Give him a home. Haozi has a house, and I have someone." , we can form a family, and it is not a problem to take care of him to eat and clothe him. The money in his hand is his own, and every expense is recorded in the account, so as not to say that I have been greedy for his money in the future. Me and Liu Jiefang and Luo Weihong are also familiar with each other. They usually call each other Brother Zhuzhu. They are the two people in our compound who don’t call me “silly Zhu” except for the deaf old lady, uncle, and uncle. This point, I will take care of this child. I don't want him to change his surname, and I don't want him to carry on the family line. If you like it, just call me "Godfather". If you don't like it, just call me "Uncle He". disagree."

"agree."

"No."

Two voices sounded at the same time, the first one was naturally Liu Hao, and the second one was Grandma Liu.

"Silly Zhu, you are not married yet, how can you marry a wife with a child by your side?" A woman with a beautiful face and a plump figure also said outside the door, but the rest remained silent.

"Haozi's living expenses and tuition fees are all paid by the factory. It's not my turn to worry about it. I just cook for him. I'm a godson. Why delay my marriage?" the young man said.