Yang Bo said his mother had hung up the phone after saying a few words, tears streaming down his face like broken threads. His father had liver cancer, and the family couldn't afford the high cost of treatment, so they could only stay at home.,The guest and the boss chatted for a few words, and soon sold the bottle of mallet under the boss's three-inch tongue. The two parties paid and signed the contract.,When he came back, Yang Bo's hands were carrying a lunchbox. He gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar and didn't speak.。