Deng Miaowen was originally a harmonious family, although his wife died early, but he had a filial son, a considerate daughter-in-law, and lovely grandsons, grandparents and grandchildren lived together, she should have enjoyed the joy of family.

However, after a car accident two years ago, a beautiful family was pushed into the abyss in the blink of an eye.

Deng Miaowen's son and daughter-in-law were killed in a car accident, leaving only a little grandson to survive, Deng Miaowen, who got the news, naturally seemed to be like the sky had fallen, but for her little grandson, no matter how much pain she had in her heart, she endured it, took the doll, and only planned to raise her grandson safely.

Deng Miaowen's grandson was diagnosed with lung adenocarcinoma not long ago, and the early treatment, and several courses of chemotherapy after her, made her spend almost all the family's money, but there are still two courses of treatment that have not been settled.

Deng Miaowen is in her sixties and is almost out of touch with society, what can she do?

Although Deng Miaowen braved the wind and snow every day to rummage through every garbage can, how could she not know that this was just a drop in the bucket?

"My wife has lived for so long, it's okay to let me die, why should I let my grandson suffer such a big crime?" Deng Miaowen kept wiping her tears, although she tried to keep herself from crying, but Zhang Ping saw only deep despair in her red eyes.

Perhaps after the departure of her son and daughter-in-law, the old man has become a walking corpse, and her only grandson is her only motivation to live, and on the day her grandson leaves, even if the old man is alive, I am afraid that he is no different from dead.

"No one can say for sure about life and death, but since you are alive, why bother to seek death?" Zhang Ping sighed, even though he was once a respectable and formidable immortal king, he still couldn't see through life and death.

Looking at the old lady whose whole body was almost huddled together, the memories in Zhang Ping's head couldn't help but emerge like a tide.

Zhang Ping is in the Cangling Continent, his background is actually not good, he has been weak and sick since he was a child, and once he was even more life-threatening, Zhang Ping always remembered that his mother took him to don't know how many hospitals he begged, how many heads he kowtowed, but even if her knees were bloodied, her head was broken, and no one paid attention to it, the feeling that she could only watch the person in her arms die slowly, should be the same as the old man in front of her.

However, Zhang Ping was lucky, and by chance, he was picked up by an elder of a small sect, but even so, when Zhang Ping's body recovered and he was qualified to go down the mountain, his mother fell ill because of running for him and died on the hospital bed, and the two still did not see each other for the last time.

"If my grandson dies, what's the point of me living? I was originally living for him, and when he dies, who am I going to live for?" Deng Miaowen finally couldn't help crying, and the sobbing echoed in the shop.

"Meaning can always be found, but once you die, you lose the qualification to find it. ”

When Zhang Ping was once an immortal king, he thought that he had the power to decide a person's "death", but he never thought that he had the power to make a person "live".

Maybe he thought of his mother, but he didn't want the old lady to die now, Zhang Ping wanted her to live.

Zhang Ping urged only a little spiritual power in his body, gathered on the fingertips of his right index finger, hid his hand under the counter, and drew a complex rune in the void.

Go!

Zhang Ping drank lightly in his heart, and the runes rushed out and landed on the old lady's eyebrows.

Deng Miaowen was immersed in sadness, and did not notice the changes in the restaurant, only felt that his spirit was in a trance, and the scene in front of him had changed.

"Grandma, I'll help you cook. ”

A crisp voice sounded, Deng Miaowen followed the sound and looked, but found that at her feet, there was a boy about ten years old, wasn't it her little grandson?

"I don't need your help, you go and play. ”

Deng Yaowen didn't know what was going on, she just thought it was a dream, but she still subconsciously touched the little boy's head and said in a kind voice.

"Then I'll help my grandmother wash the dishes. ”

The little boy is very sensible, he doesn't want to make his grandmother tired, he always wants to find something to do for himself, squatting in front of a water tray, rolling up his sleeves to wash the dishes.

"The water is cold, so let's go and fill some warm water first. Deng Miaowen said with a smile, as long as she could see her grandson, she felt that there was hope for the whole world.

Deng Miaowen was satisfied, holding a spatula and making his grandson's favorite dish, but his vision changed again, and the color faded little by little.

It was no longer the kitchen of the house, but the hospital with snow-white walls, and her grandson was lying on the bed, his face so haggard that he could not see the slightest blood.

Then Deng Miaowen saw that the family's savings had bottomed out little by little, her grandson was getting weaker and weaker, and her back had become rickety in this short period of time.

Then, Deng Yaowen picked up the fiber bag and picked up the plastic bottles that were thrown on the ground, but in normal times, she always lowered her head, watching the bottles on the ground getting fewer and fewer, and felt the pressure on her back getting heavier and heavier.

But today is different, Deng Miaowen saw the scenery on both sides of the street, but it was not the street she was familiar with, there were begging children, disabled children, immature faces looking out from the hospital window, and thin figures who were beaten, this is a hell for children, like her own grandson, there are many children living on the edge of hell.

"Why are you showing me this?" Deng Miaowen fell to his knees and cried.

"Instead of dying, why not leave a useful body and do something for these children? Your grandchildren may not be favored by fate, but these children may be able to change because of your existence and the trajectory of their lives. A voice came from nowhere.

Deng Miaowen had a flash of inspiration in her heart, the fiber bag behind her dissipated, turned into a pile of money appeared in her hand, Deng Miaowen handed it over to a beggar living on the street, the beggar was first surprised, and then smiled gratefully to Deng Miaowen, that smile has a temperature that can melt ice and snow.

Her gaze changed again, and she returned to the restaurant.

"What do you think?" asked Zhang Ping, holding his chin in his hand.

"I don't know. Deng Miaowen shook his head, "But I think I have a new goal, to bring hope to other children, even if it's just a little." ”

Deng Miaowen only has endless bitterness when she says this, she can bring hope to others, but who gives hope to her grandson?

"What's going on, the atmosphere in the store is very oppressive today. "Sisters Li Yuanzhi and Li Xinrui came to the store to eat again, and as soon as they came in, they felt that the atmosphere in the store was wrong.

Zhang Ping has no extra money now, and he can't do anything about Deng Miaowen's suffering, but when he saw Li Yuanzhi, his heart moved, and he told them Deng Miaowen's story.

"Don't worry, old woman, I will tell our manager about the old woman's situation, and when the time comes, we will be able to raise money in our company, and we will definitely be able to help my mother-in-law and your grandson raise enough money." Li Yuanzhi's mind was really lively, and she soon had an idea.