After hearing these words, I felt very incomprehensible, saying that it is not necessary to think so, why do we have to explain people's efforts so utilitarianly? If we have to interpret the parenting of children as having some kind of purpose, then the world is not too dark.

"So Boss Tian is a good person!" Duan Bo laughed and began to tell me about the time when he first picked up his adopted daughter. He was thirty-eight years old at the time, and he was alone with the mess of breastfeeding, changing diapers, scrubbing urine and urine, and bathing. He told me that the most wonderful thing in the world is people, who don't understand anything when they are born, only cry, call their dad for a few months, and start to like beautiful clothes when they are only eight months old, while baby boys of the same age are not interested at all. The first year old will hide the cat, and will hide behind the curtain to deliberately let you find it. He was chatting happily, as if those things had just happened yesterday, and there was a smile in the corners of his eyes, and I felt that all the wrinkles on his face were gone, and he was much younger in an instant.

When I left Uncle Duan's house, I was still reminiscing about his words. Because I don't have children, I don't have much understanding of these, isn't there such a saying: If you don't raise children, you don't know your parents' kindness, maybe only your wife has a child, and you can understand it when you raise it!

Back at the apartment, I told Kaohsiung about it, and he was even more angry and said, "Fuck, I should have slapped that woman more that day and punished her for not letting her father attend the wedding!" Kaohsiung's hatred was hard to get away, so he took the bag that Duan Bo gave me, opened it and counted it, all of them were Hong Kong dollars with a denomination of 100 yuan, just 100 pieces. He was even more angry and asked me to treat him to seafood in the evening.

About four or five days later, Mr. Xu came to me and Kaohsiung for a drink in the evening, and said that his niece had been in a bad condition recently, and he was depressed and wanted to find someone to get drunk. Kaohsiung said: "Have you discussed with Boss Xian and borrowed money from him to go abroad to see what to do?"

"You don't have to think about borrowing money from my boss," Mr. Xu smiled bitterly, "That's an iron rooster, if it weren't for the divorce agreement, he wouldn't even want to pay child support." "I said that he should take out a few years of child support in advance, and he would have to pay it sooner or later anyway.

Mr. Xu said: "You don't understand that the psychology of these rich people is that even if the money can be in his pocket for an extra second, he will never let it leave him for a second. "Kaohsiung and I looked at each other, and we could only laugh. Kaohsiung patted Mr. Xu on the shoulder and said that it is not easy for you, before I and Boss Tian always looked down on you, saying that you were born to be a dog's leg, but now it seems that it is a misunderstanding.

Kaohsiung and I toasted him at the same time, and Mr. Xu said, "Many people look down on me and have long been used to it." can make so many people look down on me, am I also very powerful, hahaha......" Looking at his laughing appearance, Kaohsiung and I had to laugh awkwardly.

At this time, Mr. Xu's mobile phone rang, he picked it up, and after listening to two sentences, he was very angry, and said: "It's dark now, where can I go to find a proofreader for you, won't you be able to do it tomorrow? Hearing him mention the word "proofreader", I immediately thought that Duan Bo is this job, he hung up the phone, I asked what proofreader, Mr. Xu waved his hand, saying that Duan Bo had not come to work in the company for four days, and the mobile phone was turned off, and he did not respond to the doorbell when he found home. Now the company is going to publish two batches of manuscripts, and it is in urgent need of proofreading.

"Uncle Duan hasn't been here for two days?" I looked at each other with Kaohsiung, Mr. Xu and Kaohsiung continued to drink, and I took out my mobile phone and quietly dialed Uncle Duan's phone, which was indeed turned off.

When Mr. Xu went to the toilet, Kaohsiung whispered to me: "Do you remember the day you said that Duan Bo took down all the photos of his daughter, but did not throw them away, but put them neatly on the table?" I also felt bad, so I immediately got up and called a taxi to Duan Bo's apartment. When I went upstairs to the door, I slammed the door hard and no one answered. I listened with my ears to the crack in the door, and it was quiet inside, and then I looked at the crack in the door, but I smelled a strange smell, like a dead mouse.

Suddenly, I had an ominous premonition and immediately took out my mobile phone and called the police. The Hong Kong police were very efficient at the scene, and it didn't take a few minutes for the two police officers to listen to me, and one of them opened the toolbox, took out a miniature electric drill from it, and it didn't take long to drill through the door lock, and then use pliers to open the deadbolt. Many neighbors came out to watch, and the moment the police opened the door, a strong stench immediately gushed out, and everyone covered their noses. The bedroom door was closed, and when I opened it, I saw that the window was closed, and Duan Bo was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, his face was rotten and crawling with maggots, and the sheets were all covered with yellow pus. There was a charcoal brazier on the ground, and there seemed to be a lot of pictures of it that were not completely burned, and there was a large envelope on the table.

The officers did not let me into the bedroom for fear of disturbing the scene and asked me to wait outside.

A few days passed, after investigation, Duan Bo did commit suicide by burning charcoal, there was a suicide note in the big envelope on the table, saying that he committed suicide and had nothing to do with others, the list and credentials of all property were in the envelope, and the heir was his adopted daughter Xiaowen, and her contact information was also written. I asked the police to see the contents of the suicide note, because there was no privacy and the case was clear, so the police showed it. In the police station, I saw Duan Bo leave a message for his adopted daughter at the end of the suicide note, saying that he regretted not being able to see her future child, but still thanked her for making him so happy in the past few decades, only two short sentences.

I felt so uncomfortable that I wanted to cry. When I read the suicide note, the police did not cover the contact information of Uncle Duan's adopted daughter Xiaowen, so I secretly remembered that I had a phone number and an email address. When I walked out of the police station, I immediately took out my mobile phone and recorded my mobile phone number and email address, for fear of forgetting.

On the way, I dialed Xiaowen's number, which is a long-distance from the UK, but fortunately, the cost of calling cards in Hong Kong is low, and it is cheaper to call international calls than in the mainland. After reporting to her home, Xiaowen seemed to remember the slap that Kaohsiung slapped her, and her attitude towards me was also very cold: "What's the matter with you?" I said I just wanted to ask where Duan Bo's ashes were buried, and I wanted to go over and send a bouquet of flowers and offerings.

"I don't know. Xiaowen's voice was like being in the refrigerator.