“If your son didn’t have you, if you hadn’t taken him with you, he would have been helped by kind people, he would have been able to go to school, learn to read and write, and have a job. He wouldn’t have to live with discrimination every day. You ruined his life with your own hands.”
"Alas, your fate seems like a joke; you're destined to grow old alone. How laughable, how pathetic!"
Tang Yaoyao was describing the life of a widow, a life that is shameful and unsightly to a widow. Hearing that her own fate was so tragic, she trembled with anger, unwilling to admit it, and could only manage to utter a few words: "You're talking nonsense, you're saying this on purpose. How could their fate have anything to do with me? I don't owe them anything. You... you... you'll be killed by the people around you sooner or later..."
The widow's eyes were bloodshot, and she gritted her teeth, unable to face him.
After uttering those words, his throat tightened, and he breathed his last.
Tang Yaoyao's honest words infuriated her.
They are truly pitiful and hateful.
Selfishness ruined everyone.
But who exactly is the person she's talking about?
When A-Qiang returned with the fruit, the widow was already a cold corpse.
He saw the widow lying motionless in bed, her face covered with a white cloth. Not quite understanding, he called out twice, "Mother."
Perhaps he didn't quite understand death either. A-Qiang put the fruit on the table and said, "I bought you fruit. Answer me."
Tang Yaoyao didn't say much, but just looked at Aqiang. He seemed to think the widow was asleep, so he turned to Tang Yaoyao and said, "My mother is asleep. Let's all go out and not disturb her sleep."
After leaving the ward, A-Qiang sat on a chair to the side, his back to Tang Yaoyao, head down, playing with his fingers.
The nurse wheeled the widow out, preparing to take her to the morgue, but he didn't react at all.
A few minutes later, I noticed that A-Qiang's shoulders were shaking.
By the time Tang Yaoyao noticed, A-Qiang was in tears, biting his fingers as if trying to hold back something.
At that moment, Tang Yaoyao suddenly realized that he wasn't completely ignorant; he just didn't want to believe it.
His only relative has passed away.
His mother was not a good mother.
But if someone gives Ah-Qiang the right guidance from a young age and teaches him to be self-reliant in this society.
Perhaps he can become a very good person.
Some people's fates, after going around in circles, still end up in the same place.
Ah-Qiang kept crying, his tears and snot blurring his vision, and he even bit off his fingernails.
I'm heartbroken and devastated, but nothing can come of it all.
However, a bank card fell out of his worn-out coat.
A brand new bank card.
Tang Yaoyao picked it up casually.
She thought it must be a sum of money left to her son by the widow.
This was the most conscientious thing the widow did before she died.
There are hundreds of thousands in this card.
"Jiang Ci".
“Yes, Miss,” Jiang Ci said.
“Send A-Qiang to a better mental hospital. From now on, he will have to take care of his own life.”
Living in a mental hospital is better than being homeless.
"Yes, Miss."
Jiang Ci immediately went to do it.
Tang Yaoyao walked to Aqiang's side. Aqiang looked up at her, immediately stood up, and bowed respectfully to her: "I...I'm sorry, I apologize, I was wrong."
He realized his mistake.
That's not a game.
It wasn't like playing bumper cars.
His mother made him hit someone; it was murder.
They need to take responsibility and accept legal sanctions.
He'll go to jail.
"I can go to jail, I... I can take responsibility."
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