Chapter 59: Recognition (5)
...At this point, Moros paused. He was thinking about how to tell his grandparents the news that his parents had passed away.
The son ran away when he was young, and decades later, the grandson suddenly came and told the old man that their son had died... This kind of blow is probably unbearable for anyone.
But this thing must be done!
A short pain is worse than a long pain!
Thinking of this, Moros said to the two old men who were eagerly waiting for him to continue:
"My father and mother both love me very much. Ever since I was born, my father has always held me in his arms and told me stories about the distant city of Huacheng, about my grandparents..." Moros said, then paused. He took a sip of tea, savoring the aroma of Biluochun.
"Oh, my dear grandson, come quickly." Grandma.
"But when I was three years old, my father was driving out for business when he was rear-ended on the highway and crashed into the car in front..." Moros.
"Then..." Hearing this, grandma asked anxiously.
"The collision was so severe that the whole car was deformed and my father died on the spot..." Moros went down with difficulty.
"What? Our Guangzi, he, he... is no longer in this world?" Upon hearing this, Grandma completely collapsed and burst into tears...
As she cried, she fainted and lost consciousness.
The old man next to him seemed to understand and sobbed sadly. However, he was a man after all, so he was able to hold on...
"Guangzi, Guangzi was hit by a car..." He kept muttering while crying.
"Grandpa, what should we do? What happened to grandma?" Moros asked his grandfather.
But grandpa just cried.
He seemed not to have heard what Moros said...
Moros had no choice but to deal with it in his own way.
He carried grandma to the bed, helped her take off her slippers, and covered her with a quilt...
Then, go to the kitchen to heat up some water...
This unit is a one-bedroom apartment. All rooms are compact.
The kitchen is also very small, only about two square meters in size, and seems to have been converted from the north balcony.
Under the north window of the kitchen is a gas stove with a range hood above it.
There were two large kitchen cabinets on both sides of the kitchen wall. On one side was a cupboard with all the bowls, chopsticks and plates neatly stacked inside. On the other side were bottles and jars of oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and other condiments, which were also neatly arranged.
Moros found a kettle in the cupboard under the gas stove, connected some water from the tap, turned on the gas stove and started boiling water...
Outside the window, there were rows of lush trees, with some birds chirping on the trees. In the past, Moros would whistle and tease these creatures... but at this moment, he was no longer in the mood.
Seeing his grandmother's grief-stricken look, his heart somehow began to ache.
This kind of pain seemed to have not appeared in Moros's body for a long time.
He had long since become a man with a heart as hard as steel, and a human trafficker who specialized in stealing other people's children!
People who do business like theirs must not be soft-hearted, let alone have even a shred of human kindness... because once they are soft-hearted, they won't make a penny!
If, from the time he became a thief, he knew that his happiness was built on the suffering of others;
Then when he became a human trafficker, he understood even more clearly that his happiness must and must be built on the misfortune of other people and families!
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