Chapter 135 The Pain of Losing a Son (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Lu Ting looked at Wang Xiaohu suspiciously. "Are you underdressed and catching a cold? You're saying such nonsense."
“I’m not talking nonsense, I’m serious.”
"I won't be friends with you." Lu Ting didn't delve into why Wang Xiaohu suddenly said that; he simply refused.
Wang Xiaohu looked dejected. "Sure enough, I'm not popular in the family compound now. Many people think I'm annoying."
Wang Xiaohu did not insist on going inside and turned to leave.
As Lu Ting watched his departing figure, he was suddenly overcome with pity.
But the words just wouldn't come out.
Wang Xiaohu has done too many bad things, and no one in the entire residential compound likes him.
Lu Ting withdrew his gaze and closed the door.
A day later, news spread that Wang Xiaohu had gone missing.
Wang Shun had searched everywhere, but still couldn't find Wang Xiaohu.
Wang Shun knocked on Xu Qingmo's door, looking flustered. Xu Qingmo invited him in to talk.
Wang Shuncai spoke up, "I heard that Xiaohu came here before he disappeared. What did he say?"
Lu Ting recounted what had happened that day.
"Uncle Wang, has Wang Xiaohu still not been found?"
"Not yet. We've searched everywhere we can, but there's still no sign of him." Wang Shuncai sighed, his eyes bloodshot. He hadn't slept for a day and a night.
Although Wang Xiaohu was usually mischievous and caused him a lot of trouble, he was still his own child, and now that he was missing, Wang Shuncai certainly couldn't turn a deaf ear.
He must find Wang Xiaohu.
"Otherwise, I'll go out and look for him with you." Out of respect for Wang Shuncai, Lu Ting decided to go find Wang Xiaohu.
Wang Shuncai thanked them and hurriedly left their house.
Having nothing to do, Xu Qingmo decided to go out for a walk.
Five hundred meters away from the family compound, a snowman more than a meter tall caught Xu Qingmo's attention.
Wang Shuncai was still calling out Wang Xiaohu's name to the surroundings, while Xu Qingmo walked towards the snowman.
Song Wei, who was going out with her, noticed Xu Qingmo's whereabouts and couldn't help but ask, "Wang Xiaohu has already disappeared, how come you still have the mind to play with snowmen?"
Xu Qingmo carefully examined the snowman, which was about 1.7 meters tall. Wang Xiaohu was 1.65 meters tall, and it was not impossible for them to be put into the snowdrift.
Wang Shuncai noticed the situation and immediately jogged over, following Xu Qingmo's gaze to the snowman.
Xu Qingmo nodded at him, and Wang Shuncai's heart pounded wildly. He reached out and smashed the snowman.
Suddenly, a head appeared in the snowdrift.
After taking a closer look, Wang Shuncai's heart jumped into his throat.
He suddenly went crazy and dug the snowman out of the snow pile, revealing Wang Xiaohu's figure in front of everyone.
Wang Xiaohu was frozen stiff, and as the snowman disappeared, he fell directly to the ground.
Wang Shuncai placed his finger between his nose and breath, but there was no breath at all.
"Xiaohu, my child, how did you become like this? Why? Why did this happen?" Wang Shuncai helped Wang Xiaohu up from the ground and hugged him tightly.
No matter how many times he called out, Wang Xiaohu could no longer respond to him.
More and more people gathered around, and everyone stood still, no one speaking anymore.
Wang Shuncai carried Wang Xiaohu's body home, followed by people from the family compound.
When he got home, he put Wang Xiaohu on the bed. Wang Xiaohu's face was already pale, there were marks on his neck, his hands were tied with rope, and his eyes were wide open.
It's clear that he suffered great harm before he died.
"Little Tiger, stop being naughty and say something to Daddy. I know you love to tease Daddy, but now is not the time for that. I give up. Please say something, okay?"
"If you don't say anything, I'm going to get really angry."
"Little Tiger... wake up quickly."
Wang Shuncai called out again and again, but Wang Xiaohu did not respond for a long time.
The people around couldn't bear to watch any longer and helped Wang Shuncai regain his senses.
Wang Shuncai was still grieving the loss of his son and couldn't accept the current change.
"Wang Shuncai, please accept my condolences. Wang Xiaohu is no longer with us."
"I don't think Wang Xiaohu died a natural death; he must have been murdered."
"As long as his eyesight isn't damaged, he can tell that he was murdered."
"Although Wang Xiaohu was not a likable person, seeing him pass away now makes me feel sad."
Wang Shuncai roared at the people behind him, "What nonsense are you talking about? Xiaohu didn't die at all. He just likes to joke with me. I actually punished him a while ago, and he's just sulking with me. He'll talk to me when he calms down."
The people around sighed, and since Wang Shuncai was in a moment of grief, they didn't say much.
Wang Shuncai held Wang Xiaohu's body from day to night. People from his family came and went, one group leaving and another arriving, until everyone had left.
Wang Shuncai quietly watched the person on the bed, silently shedding tears.
He wiped away his tears, turned around, and left home.
Shenjiang was about to close up shop and rest when he suddenly saw Wang Shuncai appearing in the cold wind.
As soon as Wang Shun entered the room, he knelt down in front of Shen Jiang. "Shen Jiang, can you do me a favor? I want to find the murderer who hurt Xiao Hu as soon as possible. I want him to pay for Xiao Hu's death!"
Wang Shuncai already had someone he suspected in mind.
Last time on the battlefield, he killed the enemy's third leader, who roared that he would make him regret it.
Wang Shuncai was not afraid at all. He was very clear about his identity and knew that he had to face the enemy head-on and could not back down.
Now, he truly felt fear.
Their revenge began.
Shen Jiang tried to help Wang Shuncai up, but Wang Shuncai, not receiving the answer he wanted, resolutely refused to get up.
Shen Jiang nodded. "Don't worry, Wang Xiaohu won't have died in vain. I will definitely avenge him."
"Thank you so much." With Shen Jiang's guarantee, those people won't have a good ending.
Wang Shuncai did not linger for long before getting up and leaving.
He wanted to go back and keep Wang Xiaohu company, afraid that he would be lonely by himself.
“Wang Shuncai, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Don’t be too sad. We who are alive have responsibilities. I hope you understand,” Shen Jiang said to Wang Shuncai.
Wang Shuncai paused, but didn't turn around. He replied earnestly, "Let me be willful for one more night, and I will be back to normal tomorrow. This is a father's last request."
Shen Jiang didn't say anything more and watched Wang Shuncai leave.
Wang Xiaohu's funeral was held three days later, but because he was a minor and unmarried, he could only have a solitary grave.
Wang Shuncai stood before the tomb, unable to calm down for a long time.
Only after a scream was heard did Wang Shun quickly run towards the direction of the sound.
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