All kinds of netizens vomited, but no one was willing to help the migrant worker's family, how sorry, looking at the hundreds of pages of saliva comments below, Lin Zifeng smiled helplessly, these will only spray all kinds of saliva wars on the Internet, but none of them are really willing to take action, and Lin Zifeng just smiled coldly at them.

Looking at the clear sky outside, a good ominous cityscape, Lin Zifeng laughed at himself again, if he hadn't come back, hadn't seen the current scene, maybe Lin Zifeng wouldn't have cared at all, but now it's different, since he has returned to China, and these unequal things are seen by his own eyes today, then he has to lend a hand to help them, although he knows that his personal ability is always limited, but he can do his best, why is he still unwilling to help them?

If everyone thinks that the ability of the individual is limited, then who will maintain the world?

Moreover, when he saw the childish-looking little boy on the webpage who was crying heartbreakingly on his father's corpse, Lin Zifeng couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes, because his parents had already left him, and only when he lost it, he knew how to cherish and value it more.

It was okay in the afternoon, Lin Zifeng went back early, and first made a phone call to tell Li Lin that she was afraid that she would go if she had something to do at night, and Xiao Nizi was not angry, and she was very obedient and forgave Lin Zifeng for missing the appointment again.

and repeatedly instructed Lin Zifeng to smoke less, which is not good for his health, which made Lin Zifeng's long-term warmth suddenly arise.

When night fell again, Lin Zifeng finally found the family of the persecuted according to the content provided on the Internet.

Looking at the small rented house of less than ten square meters in front of him, you can imagine how unsatisfactory these migrant workers are.

It is still clearly audible from hundreds of meters, and it looks particularly desolate under the blowing of the evening breeze.

There were no people for miles around, only seven or eight small houses scattered around, and they were still built of that kind of shed.

Through the window of the shed, the body of a middle-aged man is quietly placed on the bed in the room, the corpse is very quiet and peaceful, and next to the corpse is kneeling a woman, looking very vicissitudes, more desolate, a little boy who is about six years old is lying on the corpse of a middle-aged man and crying loudly, the scene is not bleak. Maybe it's because there is no money, and the body of the director's father has been placed at home for two days, in such a hot weather, if the body is not wrapped and sealed, it is estimated that it may be eroded and smelly, for this kind of family that goes out to work, where is the money to buy an ice coffin for his father, and the salary of going out to work is generally pressed to death by the boss, and it will only be paid once during the New Year.

Just ask a little boy, he is still a minor but lost his father's love at a young age, how can he be a child who can afford this invisible blow?

Looking at his father lying quietly on the cold wooden bed, the little boy had already cried dry tears, howling in a voice that gradually became hoarse due to crying, he had fainted several times, but every time he woke up, how much he looked forward to his father coming back to life, but unfortunately this qiē no longer existed, every time he thought of himself every time he came home from school, waiting for his father to bring him something delicious after work, but now and even in the future, he can no longer enjoy the care of his father's love.

"Dad! I beg you to hit me again, I beg you to see if I can do it? Father! I don't want to lose you, please dad wake up, my mother and I need you, woo ....... The little boy shook the middle-aged man's body desperately, but every time he shook it, the man's cold body only shook slightly, and there was no longer life.

"Dad, I don't want you to leave me, I beg you to come back, the army can't live without Dad, Dad, get up and beat me again, get up and scold me again." The little boy cried very sadly, and his whole fair and immature face was completely tearful at this time.

pounced on his father's corpse, no matter how his mother tried to stop him, but he still couldn't stop the little boy's stubbornness.

The woman was not much better than the little boy, with deep tears in her eyes, and she had been quietly waiting in front of the little boy, crying silently, because she needed to persevere, if she fell like this, then who would take care of her child.

"Dad, do you still remember, what you promised me last month, you said that if I can get three hundred points in my academic performance, you will take me out to climb the mountain, Dad, you see, Junjun has it now, Junjun has it now, Dad, you get up, you get up and see!" The more the little boy interceded, the more excited he became, and he shook the corpse on the wooden bed desperately, but every time he shook his father's corpse, it was still cold, and he didn't even move his fingers.

At last the little boy was completely desperate, looking at his father's kind appearance, how he wished that his father could come back to life, that his father had promised him that he would get up and see him, and that he would be happy even if he beat him.

Feeling the evening breeze blowing outside, the little boy subconsciously shook his body, a porcelain doll-like immature face with tears after crying, and hurriedly pounced on his father's corpse, muttering: "Dad, the weather is cold, don't freeze, the army gives you warmth, I remember when I was a child, when the army was cold, Dad, you would always give me a warm quilt, this time the army gave my father warmth." As he spoke, a six-year-old child crawled on top of his father's corpse with a tear stain, and his immature voice seemed to stab Lin Zifeng's heart like a sharp knife, which inevitably evoked the unbearable memory in his heart.

Seeing the little boy shrinking his weak body quietly beside his father's corpse, constantly calling for his father in his throat, the picture can't help but make people feel like tears

The fact that such a young child would have such strong feelings for his father is enough to see the deep affection between father and son.

Lin Zifeng's slashed face couldn't help but reveal a trace of grief and indignation, and his tightly clenched fists were already glowing pale.

He didn't look any further, but chose to leave in silence, he knew what he had to do for the little boy's family tonight.

Although personal ability is limited, if everyone can be like him, then there will definitely be no problem of weak ability.

When the night became dark again, Lin Zifeng's depressed figure had already slipped into a construction building, looking at a long safety pennant pulled on the building, Lin Zifeng smiled coldly.

In the dark night, Lin Zifeng silently blended into the building like a ghost.

At this time, a dinner party was being held in the building, and many high-ranking and powerful people came to the dinner, and everyone bragged to each other.

All kinds of netizens vomited, but no one was willing to help the migrant worker's family, how sorry, looking at the hundreds of pages of saliva comments below, Lin Zifeng smiled helplessly, these will only spray all kinds of saliva wars on the Internet, but none of them are really willing to take action, and Lin Zifeng just smiled coldly at them.

Looking at the clear sky outside, a good ominous cityscape, Lin Zifeng laughed at himself again, if he hadn't come back, hadn't seen the current scene, maybe Lin Zifeng wouldn't have cared at all, but now it's different, since he has returned to China, and these unequal things are seen by his own eyes today, then he has to lend a hand to help them, although he knows that his personal ability is always limited, but he can do his best, why is he still unwilling to help them?

If everyone thinks that the ability of the individual is limited, then who will maintain the world?

Moreover, when he saw the childish-looking little boy on the webpage who was crying heartbreakingly on his father's corpse, Lin Zifeng couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes, because his parents had already left him, and only when he lost it, he knew how to cherish and value it more.

It was okay in the afternoon, Lin Zifeng went back early, and first made a phone call to tell Li Lin that she was afraid that she would go if she had something to do at night, and Xiao Nizi was not angry, and she was very obedient and forgave Lin Zifeng for missing the appointment again.

and repeatedly instructed Lin Zifeng to smoke less, which is not good for his health, which made Lin Zifeng's long-term warmth suddenly arise.

When night fell again, Lin Zifeng finally found the family of the persecuted according to the content provided on the Internet.

Looking at the small rented house of less than ten square meters in front of him, you can imagine how unsatisfactory these migrant workers are.

It is still clearly audible from hundreds of meters, and it looks particularly desolate under the blowing of the evening breeze.

There were no people for miles around, only seven or eight small houses scattered around, and they were still built of that kind of shed.

Through the window of the shed, the body of a middle-aged man is quietly placed on the bed in the room, the corpse is very quiet and peaceful, and next to the corpse is kneeling a woman, looking very vicissitudes, more desolate, a little boy who is about six years old is lying on the corpse of a middle-aged man and crying loudly, the scene is not bleak. Maybe it's because there is no money, and the body of the director's father has been placed at home for two days, in such a hot weather, if the body is not wrapped and sealed, it is estimated that it may be eroded and smelly, for this kind of family that goes out to work, where is the money to buy an ice coffin for his father, and the salary of going out to work is generally pressed to death by the boss, and it will only be paid once during the New Year.

Just ask a little boy, he is still a minor but lost his father's love at a young age, how can he be a child who can afford this invisible blow?

Looking at his father lying quietly on the cold wooden bed, the little boy had already cried dry tears, howling in a voice that gradually became hoarse due to crying, he had fainted several times, but every time he woke up, how much he looked forward to his father coming back to life, but unfortunately this qiē no longer existed, every time he thought of himself every time he came home from school, waiting for his father to bring him something delicious after work, but now and even in the future, he can no longer enjoy the care of his father's love.

"Dad! I beg you to hit me again, I beg you to see if I can do it? Father! I don't want to lose you, please dad wake up, my mother and I need you, woo ....... The little boy shook the middle-aged man's body desperately, but every time he shook it, the man's cold body only shook slightly, and there was no longer life.

"Dad, I don't want you to leave me, I beg you to come back, the army can't live without Dad, Dad, get up and beat me again, get up and scold me again." The little boy cried very sadly, and his whole fair and immature face was completely tearful at this time.

pounced on his father's corpse, no matter how his mother tried to stop him, but he still couldn't stop the little boy's stubbornness.

The woman was not much better than the little boy, with deep tears in her eyes, and she had been quietly waiting in front of the little boy, crying silently, because she needed to persevere, if she fell like this, then who would take care of her child.

"Dad, do you still remember, what you promised me last month, you said that if I can get three hundred points in my academic performance, you will take me out to climb the mountain, Dad, you see, Junjun has it now, Junjun has it now, Dad, you get up, you get up and see!" The more the little boy interceded, the more excited he became, and he shook the corpse on the wooden bed desperately, but every time he shook his father's corpse, it was still cold, and he didn't even move his fingers.

At last the little boy was completely desperate, looking at his father's kind appearance, how he wished that his father could come back to life, that his father had promised him that he would get up and see him, and that he would be happy even if he beat him.

Feeling the evening breeze blowing outside, the little boy subconsciously shook his body, a porcelain doll-like immature face with tears after crying, and hurriedly pounced on his father's corpse, muttering: "Dad, the weather is cold, don't freeze, the army gives you warmth, I remember when I was a child, when the army was cold, Dad, you would always give me a warm quilt, this time the army gave my father warmth." As he spoke, a six-year-old child crawled on top of his father's corpse with a tear stain, and his immature voice seemed to stab Lin Zifeng's heart like a sharp knife, which inevitably evoked the unbearable memory in his heart.

Seeing the little boy shrinking his weak body quietly beside his father's corpse, constantly calling for his father in his throat, the picture can't help but make people feel like tears

The fact that such a young child would have such strong feelings for his father is enough to see the deep affection between father and son.

Lin Zifeng's slashed face couldn't help but reveal a trace of grief and indignation, and his tightly clenched fists were already glowing pale.

He didn't look any further, but chose to leave in silence, he knew what he had to do for the little boy's family tonight.

Although personal ability is limited, if everyone can be like him, then there will definitely be no problem of weak ability.

When the night became dark again, Lin Zifeng's depressed figure had already slipped into a construction building, looking at a long safety pennant pulled on the building, Lin Zifeng smiled coldly.

In the dark night, Lin Zifeng silently blended into the building like a ghost.

At this time, a dinner party was being held in the building, and many high-ranking and powerful people came to the dinner, and everyone bragged to each other.