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"Ah Qing, your father used to be good to me, Uncle Li knew it in his heart, but the industry has been sluggish recently...... Otherwise, the three hundred yuan will be given to you by Uncle Li, and it will improve in the future, and the first thing Uncle Li wants to invite is you!"

"Mr. Rongqing, we still appreciate your works very much. But if you want to publish a publication, I'm afraid it's still a little difficult. You should know that now is the market economy, and if you change your skills to comics, you should be able to make a difference......"

"You powerful villains, what else do you have in your eyes besides money?" On the long-distance bus, Rong Qing was very angry.

Rong Qing is an ordinary unemployed young man in a city, who has passed the age of establishment, has an average height, ordinary appearance, and no special personal ability. If there is, it is a little painting skill that I learned from my father since I was a child.

Rong Qing's sketches of characters are vividly drawn, and many teachers and classmates praise them during their time at school. This also made Rong Qing, who was not deeply involved in the world at that time, feel proud and proud.

Perhaps Rong Qing also knows that it is difficult for him to reach the level of a real painter, but like his father, he has always dreamed of being an artist.

But after graduating from college, real life made Rong Qing more and more exhausted. Busy work, the pressure of life, so that his personal space is less and less. The Rong family was not rich, especially during his father's illness and hospitalization, he spent almost all of the family's savings, but this did not save his father's life.

After his father died, his mother also fell ill one after another, and the company that his father introduced him also transferred Rong Qing out of his job.

The decline in the level of survival made Rong Qing's girlfriend who had not yet gotten drift away from him.

In order to live and take care of his mother, Rong Qing couldn't be sad and began to run around, looking for jobs, working part-time, and earning money. But he didn't have advanced professional skills, and he only knew the operation process in a certain office of a company, and the position he sought became more and more unsatisfactory. Those relatives and friends who were still in contact with him before gradually became more and more estranged from him.

Her mother's illness is getting worse day by day, and Rong Qing also feels that life is getting harder and harder day by day.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, Rong Qing used the time he squeezed out to draw a few strokes on the drawing board, recalling the happiest time in his life.

It is a pity that his works do not have the potential to become an artist, nor do they have the value of changing lives.

Finally, my mother died of a serious illness and passed away with my father. This year, Rong Qing was thirty years old, and due to his lack of skills, after holding a funeral for his mother, he was dismissed by the company because of too much leave.

"What should I do? What should I do with my life? What should I do with my art? What should I do with my paintings? God has given me dreams, why hasn't he given me the talent to realize my dreams......

Rong Qing, who has found it difficult to find a suitable job anymore, sits in a messy home, and a trace of regret entangles his heart.

So after the last rejection, Rong Qing took out all his savings and went on this long trip.

A few months later, he was lying under the stars on the western plateau, ready to wait for his life to slowly end.

"Young man, why did you end your life?"

In a daze, Rong Qing heard a heavy voice. When he opened his eyes slightly, he was surprised to find that it was actually a wild buffalo on the grassland who was talking! The bison was blind in one eye, kicked off one leg, and stood beside Rong Qing, like an old man who was about to die.

"Cow ...... Can you talk?"

"Your life is coming to an end, you no longer belong to this world, and you will be able to understand what I say. The bison's voice was low and sad, as if it contained the grief of several lifetimes. "Because in my previous life, like you, I was a human ......"

"What?" Rong Qing was taken aback by its words, "That...... So why would you ......"

"It's because of my son, the young man. My son, who did not value his life, gave up on himself, was punished by heaven. He is about to be reincarnated as a beast, and at the same time he will harm me, and my wife and I will also fall into the way of animals......"

"People who don't value life will be reincarnated as animals?" Rong Qing's chest instantly became cold. Glancing at Bison's painful eyes, Rong Qing's voice suddenly became dry.

"Your son, who is your sinful son, who is he so selfish that he doesn't think about his parents?"

The bison let out a long sigh, and after a long time, said clearly, "He...... Right in front of my eyes......"

"You...... Who the hell are you?......" Bison's words made Rong Qing's chest even colder, and a bad premonition filled his heart. The bison glanced at Rong Qing deeply, and its eyes made Rong Qing almost unable to believe: "I am your father......"

"Ah......" The bison's voice was not loud, but Rong Qing felt as if his eardrums had been struck by lightning, and he was almost shattered.

"No, how could you be my dad! I don't believe it, I don't believe it......"

"Ah Qing, because I have nothing to do with your mother and godson...... So we ......" Bison sighed again and quietly interrupted Rong Qing's words. “…… Because you gave up on yourself, lived a muddy life, and didn't value your life, so your mother and I also bore your sinful karma. Our family, because of you, will fall into the way of beasts for generations, and will never be born again as human beings......"

"No!" Rong Qing's already confused mind suddenly exploded! He hurriedly tried to get up, but found that his vitality had been exhausted.

No!......

"What should I do, what should I do?......" Rong Qing shouted in vain in his heart. Don't you cherish your life? Yes, Rong Qing chose to end himself, but he didn't expect the consequences to be so terrifying, and there would be no return! If it was only his own suffering, Rong Qing could still endure it, but if his parents ......

"If what you're saying is true, how can I undo it? Dad...... I now know how good my life was ......."

Boundless remorse filled Rong Qing's heart.

In this life, he wasted his time, wasted his youth, and finally ended the life given to him by his parents.

It is not liberation to die like this! God has given human life and does not allow such blasphemy.

"What do I do......"

"Ah Qing, because God is pitiful, that's why we are here to let our father and son meet!" Bison whimpered quietly, "Your mother is suffering in Fengdu City, and she has given you a chance! Maybe in the next life, you can get the only chance to be a human without being reincarnated as an animal, but there will definitely be calamities in life, and these calamities will be used to repay the sins you have committed in this life. ”

"Dad...... That...... What about you and your mother?......" Rong Qing looked at the bison's face, holding back tears of remorse and not coming out of his eyes.

"Only if you can endure the calamity and die a good life, will your mother and I be saved. So Ah Qing, you have to remember Dad's words......"

The bison gently devoured Rong Qing's head and looked at his son's face.

"No matter what happens, you can't take your life again......! Your mother and I are waiting for the day when we see you again......"

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"No matter what happens, you can't take your own life again...... This is me...... This is my retribution for my sin...... The only chance ......"

Late at night, the girl in the canopy quietly opened her eyes, looked at the bright moon that was about to set in the west, took a breath tremblingly, and then buried her face deep into her knees.

"Dad...... Mother...... I'm sorry you guys......"

... (Jiangsu)