The old woman opened her mouth slightly, and the wrinkles on her face became deeper, like a series of ravines that could not be filled. Tears welled up in her cloudy and tired eyes.
After confirming that the other person was her son, she did not rush over to him, but just stood there crying, not knowing what was wrong.
Silent crying is more unbearable to watch than hysteria.
"Hello, my name is Dong Qijie. I'm doing well now and I don't want you to disturb me." The young man didn't know why the words he had prepared long ago were stuck in his throat when he was about to spit them out.
He clenched his fists slightly, not daring to look at the old woman, and finally he could only lower his head and said: "Although you may be my biological parents, please don't disturb my life. I will give you money for your retirement."
After he finished speaking, he completely relaxed. The young man looked up, thinking that the old woman was heartbroken, or might be angry and would scold or hit him.
But there was none of these. With tears of joy in her eyes, the old woman said vaguely: "It's good to be alive, and it's even better to live well."
grass!
As if a knife had stabbed into his heart, the young man felt even more uncomfortable. He turned around and said, "Where's the other one? I'll leave after I see you."
Du Can replied, "Your father is dead. He was hit by a car while handing out flyers in the city. You can leave now."
The young man's face froze slightly, and then he turned and walked away. Her old mother, who was as cheap as a sweet potato, followed behind her with a hunched back, reaching out her hand several times to pull her back, but eventually she pulled back.
"etc."
The young man stopped and turned around and said, "I won't stay here. How much do you want?"
"Wait a moment, wait here a moment." The old woman's face showed an almost humble plea, and the young man's heart softened, so he nodded and agreed.
He watched the other person run back home, leaving only him and Du Can.
After a while, the old woman came out of the house and handed something wrapped in cloth to the young man.
When I opened it, I saw old, neatly folded banknotes. I didn't need to count them carefully, but just by feeling the thickness, I knew it was less than the monthly pocket money my parents gave me.
But this is all the money this family has.
The young man almost ran away, and the voice behind him was like a curse to him.
"Remember to wear warm clothes when it's cold, don't eat anything too hot, and drink plenty of hot water if you're sick."
Not forcing you to stay, but it is better than forcing you to stay.
Du Can sighed silently. There were many people who were disabled in the world, but he could not make up for even one ten-thousandth of them. He remembered the words of the immortal again: it was difficult to change people's hearts.
He turned around and was about to leave when suddenly a monk in a yellow robe appeared a hundred steps away from him.
Cultivation level at the late Jindan stage, with a Buddhist aura.
The yellow-robed monk said, "Amitabha, fellow disciple, please come with me."
"I still have things to do."
"Master Du Shi wants to see you about the Lin character formula."
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