After a review, Zhang Yang relaxed a lot and became a lot of energy. He was not strong and thin, which should be related to years of malnutrition. Being able to grow very sunny and not prominent on the outside can only be considered better. The one-inch law makes him more energetic and refreshed after cleaning it up.

But the calmness in the eyes seems to be inconsistent with age. This appears after seeing the ugliness of too many bustling cities and various societies. For Zhang Yang's age, he has just reached the age of an adult, and he cannot see the sourness in his heart.

Because of this, Zhang Yang yearns for a stable life and does not have to worry about food. There is no need to continue to find a temporary shelter, let alone for some trivial matters or some other homeless people. Zhang Yang is already tired of it.

After taking a few steps back, Murong Xuan didn't believe how could she compare the same person with such a big contrast. His javelin-like body looked like a shelf, and the customized black suit made him more mature. I'm afraid the only disadvantage on his face was his stiff expression, or pinching, because his face was struggling, but he couldn't say anything a few times.

Bright eyes rolled for a moment, and Murong Xuan said, "Do you have any opinions? Let me tell me."

"Well," Zhang Yang nodded and took off his top. "This is not for me, I feel uncomfortable wearing it."

Because of this, Zhang Yang suffered despair again and his whole body was measured again. (.) The names of these people were used to make clothes, but Zhang Yang just wanted to beat them up.

This time it took another day, but the clothes would take a few days to customize, so Zhang Yang was also very relieved.

A month passed quickly, and Zhang Yang gradually adapted to life here, and the two fathers and daughters lived under the same roof.

Life gradually calmed down, and the colorfulness of the past was less, but Zhang Yang liked it more. Because he ate well and slept well, let alone be confused and worried about tomorrow. At first he also recalled the past, but gradually became more like the present, and this stability made him feel comfortable.

After boxing in the early morning, Zhang Yang smiled slightly to express his gratitude. This was rare in the past. His personality seemed lonely because of more than ten years of wandering, but Murong Xuan changed him. Although it was not obvious, one day, Zhang Yang would show a real smile.

"What exactly is your fist? You have never said it. I did it on purpose, but without you, I wouldn't compensate myself." Murong Xuan had been curious for a long time, but he couldn't ask anything. Zhang Yang always remained silent at this time.

But this time it seemed a little different. After drinking the water in the cup, Zhang Yang looked up for a long time. Murong Xuan seemed to have lost his way. Except for a slight improvement in personality for a month, Zhang Yang is still like this.

"It has no name, I have asked before, that's what he said." A sad voice made Murong Xuan not understand, who was he?

But Zhang Yang did not say it again, but just continued to look into the distance, and wiping was still sad, as if he had fallen into some kind of memory.

Murong Xuan cleverly chose to leave. Now he is the only one who is Zhang Yang. He should have a past, he is very sad. When he was sensitive, she clearly felt that emotion, that kind of sadness and longing, just like her mother has passed away.

Zhang Yang really missed that person and time were gone, and that might be the happiest time when he wandered. Zhang Yang didn’t know if he could see that person again, because the other party had passed away in front of him. But that farewell word became his current motivation and the reason why he insisted on practicing boxing every day.
Chapter completed!