"Let's go home~"

When I came, it was economy class, and I had to be treated as first-class when I went back, and it was already rude to help the Liu family solve such a big trouble, and it was already rude not to charter a plane.

After all, there are still too many things to solve, Zhang Qi and Ma Xiaowen stayed in the Northeast, and as for the little Hu Li, they wanted to go back with Zhang Shiyi.

The problem is that people don't like her at all.

The Gray family was reshuffled, and they could no longer make any waves, and the three families of Hu and Huangliu had never been so united, and they became like a family.

Of course, this is all the credit of Zhang Shiyi.

"It's a pity, it would be nice if you could marry Eleven~"

Wang Yunhe looked at the plane that rose into the sky, and muttered a little disappointed, but Zhang Qi's face was flushed.

"Uncle Wang~Eleven is my younger brother, what are you talking nonsense!"

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"Teacher, I don't want him to be at the same table with me, he's so dirty~"

A well-dressed little girl raised her hand to sue with a disgusted face.

And her table mate could only bow his head aggrievedly, not daring to refute.

This little boy has dirty hair and messy clothes, as if they haven't been washed for a long time, but his hands are clean.

Because he also had to use these clean hands to give medicine to his seriously ill father.

"Yang Muqing, where is your mother? Do you have any other family members? ”

The little nurse asked the boy, who looked to be at most eleven or twelve years old, in a gentle voice.

And his father was lying in the hospital bed inside.

The little boy did not dare to look up into the eyes of the nurse, and he knew that they already owed a lot of money to the hospital.

He couldn't count the numbers on the reminders in his hand.

Hearing the nurse's sister's words, he could only shake his head gently.

Originally, he also had a happy family, just like millions of ordinary families, although he was not rich, but he was full of laughter.

But one day, his father, who was as strong as a mountain, suddenly fell ill.

After being sent to the hospital, I found out that my father was already in the terminal stage of lung cancer.

The hospital's medical expenses are like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up all the savings of this ordinary family, and even borrowing is no longer available.

For this reason, my mother quietly sold the house.

originally thought that the money would be used to save my father, but one morning, the once gentle and kind mother did not say goodbye, leaving Xiao Muqing and the father who was full of tubes in the hospital, and has not been known since then.

After all, the hospital is not a charitable unit, and can only use the most basic equipment to maintain the lives of men.

But this is not a long-term solution, and there is no cure for the terminally ill.

Without a mother, without a house, only a father lying on the hospital bed, the young Xiao Muqing didn't know what to do.

can only stay by his father's side without undressing, and gently call his father countless times.

How he wished that Dad would just sit up so suddenly, carry himself on his shoulders, take him to the park to fly kites, take him to the playground,

But the palm that was once full of strength is now only skin and bones, and he is so weak that he can't even hold his little hand.

"Xiao Muqing, I know that you are a man, you must be strong and ready."

The attending doctor couldn't bear to say such merciless words, but if there was a chance, he would not give up the little boy's only reliance, but unfortunately the doctor was not a god and could not snatch this man's life from the hands of death.

"Ready?

No, Uncle Doctor, I will definitely find a way to scrape together enough money, you save my father, I don't want to prepare anything, I don't want to ......"

Xiao Muqing knew what the doctor meant, shook her little hands, and kept stepping back, her eyes revealing horror and despair.

How could his young heart bear this parting from life and death?

"Hey~ Xiao Muqing, don't worry, I have applied to the hospital and reduced all the fees, and I can only do it here."

The doctor, who was accustomed to seeing life and death, did not dare to look at those helpless eyes anymore, so he could only sigh deeply and leave.

Xiao Muqing came to his father's bed in despair, his big eyes were full of tears, he really didn't know how he would survive alone if his father was gone.

And Yang Muqing's father seemed to know that the deadline was coming, and opened his eyes as if he was back in the light.

But the body that was already full of holes could only make him reluctantly shake his son's fingers lightly with his hand.

"Daddy, you take this."

Xiao Muqing suddenly remembered something, groped in his pocket for a long time, and found a fruit candy, which was still given to him by the nurse sister who looked at him pitifully and quietly stuffed it.

"I heard the grandmother next door say that after people die, they have to cross the Nai He Bridge and drink Meng Po soup.

Meng Po soup is very bitter, if you put this sugar in it, it won't be so bitter.

Dad~ Don't forget me~~~"

Xiao Muqing couldn't hold back any longer, crying bitterly and hugging her father's arm, unwilling to part.

"Dad promised you that he would never forget Xiao Muqing, because you are my son~"

Father Yang stood up and gently stroked his son's hair, tears raining down.

At this moment, his soul had left his body, and he could only watch his son cry bitterly on his body, which had lost his vital signs.

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"Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy~"

A group of children blocked Xiao Muqing in the classroom, and used that innocent little mouth to say the most vicious words, constantly stimulating Xiao Muqing's heart.

And the teachers passing by turned a blind eye!

Xiao Muqing, who was already homeless, buried his father with the help of his neighbors, and then could only live in the basement.

This is the kind 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, and those dusty toys were made for him by his father.

"Haha, my family's little Muqing has grown up, and I don't like these things anymore."

"Everyone has Transformers, who still plays with these things, Dad, you can buy me one too, I want Optimus Prime!"

"Okay, I'll buy it for you when Dad pays my salary, cough cough~"

Maybe my father knew that he was sick at that time, but in order to save money, he kept dragging it out and refused to go to the hospital.

These wooden knives and swords that should have been thrown away, I didn't expect my father to keep them, so they were neatly placed in the basement.

Where can Xiao Muqing, who is only twelve years old, wash clothes, and can only wear this dirty clothes every day, enduring the ridicule of his classmates.