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.,A shout pulled Yang Bo out of his thoughts, and he hurriedly replied, "Good, I'm coming!","Little brother, just take it!" The old beggar held a plate of fried rice in one hand and a glass bead in the other, handing it to Yang Bo. "I found this by chance, and no one wants it anyway. It's better to give it to you, this kind young man!"。