Chapter 148 Do Good People Get Good Rewards?
He didn't continue talking afterwards, but just moved slowly and with difficulty forward.
Fu Yuling followed him silently, carrying something. After a few minutes, he started talking again.
"The foster father brought another child back home. The child's family was very good. They thought the child was stolen by the foster father, so they sent people to cause trouble. The foster father grabbed the child madly and held him in his arms. Those people didn't dare to do anything because of the child, so they threatened the children in the yard."
"The foster father had no choice but to hand the child over. Those people started smashing everything, and the foster father was also... beaten to death."
He suddenly stopped and looked at Fu Yuling with his cloudy eyes.
"Tell me, do good people really get good rewards?"
This was a heavy topic and she couldn't answer it.
It is said that there was, but this foster father had obviously saved so many orphans, and even risked his life to be killed by human traffickers, but in the end he was beaten to death by the families of the rescued children.
No, the beggar raised by this foster father seemed to be repeating the path he had taken.
This mission continues in his hands.
He didn't seem to need Fu Yuling's answer. He turned around and continued walking forward.
"I was abandoned by my parents. I was the youngest in the family. They gave birth to me just to sell me for money. When they heard that children sold at the age of six or seven would fetch a higher price, they worked hard to raise me until I was six, and then sold me decisively."
"I cried and shouted, but they didn't even look back. I knew I had become a child that no one wanted. The person who bought me was a wealthy businessman. When I first arrived there, I was covered in scars every day. The businessman liked to abuse me. I was desperate at the time, but fortunately, I was taken away by my adoptive father not long after."
"Although my adoptive father was rarely sober and was crazy most of the time, he treated me very well. Later, as I grew up, there were more and more children in the yard. Some of them even stole my adoptive father's money and ran away, never to return."
He limped to a stop and rested, "But what they don't know is that my adoptive father owns several shops, all of which he left for the children in the yard. There's no need to steal..."
His voice finally broke through his forced calmness and he began to sob.
"Now that he's dead, I took care of his funeral. I really hate him. Why did he throw away everything and leave this shabby stall to me? Couldn't he have worried about it for a few more years..."
He was at his most vulnerable moment. Fu Yuling stood beside him and listened quietly, feeling unhappy.
The paleness of the words at that time could not comfort this young man who had already lost everything.
His emotions burst forth in an instant, and he closed his eyes with a look of despair in them.
When Fu Yuling looked over carefully, there was nothing there.
All the way to the gate of the yard, it was quiet inside, without a single sound.
When I opened the door, I found that there was no one inside and all the things were scattered in every corner, making it a mess.
“The children are in there.”
Fu Yuling then followed him in. There were a dozen children huddled together inside. Their originally innocent eyes were alert, but when they saw that it was a familiar person, they swarmed up to the beggar and surrounded and shouted.
Fu Yuling immediately thought of He Wen and the others. They seemed to be like this too. They were really likable.
Fu Yuling has become the most ignored person here.
But she didn't care. She put down what she was holding. Seeing a little girl standing next to her, staring at her curiously, her heart softened and she squatted down.
"What's your name, kid?"