"Go home~"
It was economy class when you came here, and you must be treated first class when you go back. After helping the Liu family solve such a big trouble, it would be rude not to charter a plane.
After all, there were still too many things to solve, so Zhang Qi and Ma Xiaowen stayed in the northeast. As for the little Hu Li, she wanted to go back with Zhang Shiyi.
The problem is that people don't care about her at all.
The Hui family has been reshuffled, and there will no longer be any trouble. The Hu, Huang, and Liu families have never been so united and become like one family.
Of course, this is all Zhang Shiyi’s credit.
"What a pity. It would be great if you could marry Eleven~"
Wang Yunhe looked at the plane rising into the sky and muttered with some disappointment. As a result, Zhang Qi's face turned red.
"Uncle Wang~ Eleven is my brother, what are you talking about!"
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"Teacher, I don't want him to sit at the same table with me. He's so dirty~"
A well-dressed little girl raised her hand to complain with a look of disgust.
But her deskmate could only lower his head in aggrieved manner, not daring to refute.
This little boy's hair was dirty and messy, and his clothes looked like they hadn't been washed for a long time, but his hands were clean.
Because he still has to use these clean hands to give medicine to his seriously ill father.
"Child Yang Muching, where is your mother? Do you have other family members?"
The little nurse tried to use a gentle voice as she asked the boy, who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old at most.
And his father was lying on the hospital bed inside.
The little boy did not dare to raise his head to look into the nurse's eyes. He also knew that they already owed the hospital a lot of money.
The numbers on the reminder sheets in his hand were so numerous that he lost count.
Hearing what the nurse sister said, he could only shake his head gently.
Originally, he also had a happy family, just like millions of ordinary families. Although his life was not rich, it was full of laughter and laughter.
But one day, his father, who was as strong as a mountain, suddenly fell ill.
Only after he was sent to the hospital did he find out that his father had advanced lung cancer.
The hospital's medical expenses were like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up all the savings of this ordinary family, and even borrowing money was no longer possible.
For this reason, my mother quietly sold the house.
I originally thought that the money would be used to save my father, but one morning, the once gentle and kind mother left without saying goodbye, leaving Xiao Muqing and his father with tubes all over his body in the hospital. Where to go.
After all, the hospital is not a charitable organization and can only use the most basic instruments to maintain the man's life.
But this is not a long-term solution. The disease is terminal and there is no cure.
Without her mother, without her house, and with only her father lying on the hospital bed, the young Xiao Muqing didn't know what to do.
I could only stay by my father's side with my clothes on, and call him softly countless times.
How he wished that his father would suddenly sit up, put him on his shoulders, take him to the park to fly a kite, take him to the playground,
But the palm that was once full of strength was now only skin and bones, so weak that it could not even hold his own little hand.
"Xiao Muqing, I know you are a man. You must be strong and prepared."
The attending doctor couldn't bear to say such cruel words, but if there was a chance, he would not give up the little boy's only reliance. Unfortunately, the doctor was not a god and could not snatch this man's life from the hands of death.
"Prepare?
No, uncle doctor, I will definitely find a way to raise enough money. Please save my father, I don’t want to prepare anything, I don’t want..."
Xiao Muqing knew what the doctor meant. He shook his little hands and kept backing up. His eyes revealed panic and despair.
How could his young mind bear the separation of life and death?
"Hey~ Xiao Muqing, don't worry, I have applied to the hospital and exempted all the fees. I can only do this."
The doctor, who was used to seeing life and death, did not dare to look into those helpless eyes anymore. He could only sigh deeply and leave as if running away.
Xiao Muqing came to his father's bed in despair, his big eyes full of tears. He really didn't know how he would survive alone if his father was gone.
And Yang Muching's father seemed to know that the end was coming, and he opened his eyes like a flashback.
But his body, which was already riddled with holes, could only force him to gently hold his son's fingers with his hand.
"Dad, take this."
Xiao Muqing suddenly remembered something. He groped for a long time in his pocket and found a piece of fruit candy. This was secretly given to him by the nurse who felt sorry for him.
“I heard the grandmother next door say that after death, one has to cross Naihe Bridge and drink Meng Po soup.
Mengpo soup is very bitter. If you put this sugar in it, it will not be so bitter.
Dad~ don’t forget me~~~”
Xiao Muqing couldn't bear it any longer. She cried bitterly and hugged her father's arm, unwilling to separate.
"Dad promises you that you will never forget Xiao Muqing, because you are my son~"
Father Yang stood up and gently stroked his son's hair, tears streaming down his face.
At this moment, his soul had left his body, and he could only watch his son crying on his body that had lost all vital signs.
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"Sloppy ghost, sloppy ghost, sloppy ghost~"
A group of children blocked Xiao Muqing in the classroom and spoke the most vicious words with their innocent little mouths, constantly stimulating Xiao Muqing's heart.
But the teacher passing by turned a blind eye!
Xiao Muqing, who had been homeless for a long time, buried his father with the help of his neighbors, and then had to live in the basement.
This was the kind-hearted homeowner who bought their house and lent it to him to live in.
Although the neighbor's grandmother wanted to take care of Xiao Muqing, he stubbornly refused to leave because there was a smell left by his father here, and those dusty toys were all made for him by his father.
"Haha, my little Mu Qing has grown up and doesn't like these things anymore."
"Everyone has Transformers, who would play with these crappy things? Dad, buy me one too, I want Optimus Prime!"
"Okay, I'll buy it for you when dad gets paid, ahem~"
Maybe my father already knew that he was sick at that time, but he kept putting off going to the hospital in order to save money.
These wooden knives and wooden swords that should have been thrown away, unexpectedly, my father still kept them, so they were placed neatly in the basement.
The twelve-year-old Xiao Muqing could only wear dirty clothes every day and endure the ridicule of his classmates.
