President Ling got slapped in the face again today

Sometimes he was so exhausted physically and mentally that he didn't want to talk, but when he opened his eyes the next day and felt the warm body next to him, the thought of giving up suddenly turned into a whip, knocking away all his drowsiness, and whipping him to continue. forward.

I don't know whether God is pitying the old man or the poor child. Grandpa is still gone. Do you know what it feels like to sleep with a cold corpse for one night? —— Ling Li knows,
The coldness of the corpse is contagious, even if you have a very good reason to tell yourself that this is a relative we are familiar with, but the cold fear will still fill every pore of your body.

The young couple decently arranged a funeral for grandpa, invited the funeral band, and burst into tears in a unique atmosphere, performed the last filial piety to their heart's content, and earned everyone's shallow tears.

When people are not filial, they become sincere when they die. If they are really so reluctant, they can go with him. Ling Li really thought so at the time. He hated this fake couple so much. Disgusting fake couple.

And the incident broke out after the first seven days of grandpa, they immediately started tidying up the small room where he and grandpa lived,
It is said that it is tidying up the relics, and the disgusting face and dirty thoughts can be smelled a few streets away,
During Zhengzhi's summer vacation, Ling Li went to work as usual to earn some money, because his grandfather told him to study hard, and he would take him to a big hospital to see a doctor when he would be successful in the future.

He made a note,

But grandpa left him and left before he could finish reading the book, or wait for him to be promising.

Although he was not in a hurry, he didn't leave a word for him. He didn't know what to do next.
When he came back in the evening, he saw that his room had been rummaged through, and grandpa's things had been cleaned up like garbage, and even piled up in the yard, waiting for someone to clear them away.

Angrily, he ran to the living room to look for them, only to see the two of them counting money triumphantly in front of an old box, their expressions were like a windfall, and the banknotes were broken and crumpled It is about to fade, but it is neatly stacked,

He was also familiar with that box, it was the small iron box where grandpa stored his personal belongings, and it was the box where moon cakes were stored for the Mid-Autumn Festival a few years ago.

He hadn't seen this box for a long time. They rummaged through all grandpa's things, and finally dug out this money jar from a hidden corner.

But why is there money in it?Grandpa was lying down and couldn't move. Where did he get the money?
For a while, he finally understood that it was no wonder that grandpa took the medicine so quickly. In fact, he had already started to stop taking the medicine for himself. Every time he took the medicine back, after he went out, he quietly asked someone to return it.
He saved the returned money one by one, but why did he save the money?Could it be that if he took a few fewer pills, everything would be fine?

As soon as grandpa left, his life-changing money was dug out.

He hoped that the little money would allow his grandson to live a better life after he left, but unexpectedly it became a paper talisman that inspired him to become a bloodthirsty maniac, and he went completely berserk,

He went to the convenience store at the entrance of the village and bought the brightest fruit knife. Anyway, he didn't want to stay in this world anymore. He wanted to send those two blood-sucking devils back to hell together.

He was never treated kindly, he had no compassion,

His close relatives abandoned him like a shoe, others scolded him like a pig and dog, it seemed that he was destined to be inferior from birth, he wanted to try his best to live like a human being, but God just didn't open his eyes,
No matter how hard he tries, there is nothing in this world that belongs to him, he is not worth it, and this world is not worth it.

But when he was so angry, someone told him, "Fortunately, I met him",
He is not a dog that no one wants, not a useless human-describing container that wastes food. Some people in this world think he is good, and some people need his help. Knowing his emotions, it took him a long time to taste the sweetness. chocolate.

He stuffed some hot chocolate into his mouth, looking for that little bit of sweetness in the bitterness and stickiness in his mouth.

Just a little bit of sweetness is enough for him to survive, like a child who has never eaten candy, over and over again in a corner where no one is around, wiping the tears in his eyes with his sleeves.

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