Inheriting a building, I became the richest man

Fang Junlin's wife passed away due to postpartum depression not long after Fang Fang was born.

Fang Junlin’s parents went early, and no one could help him take care of his son. Every day, he carried the child to the construction site, and put the child in the canteen of the construction site, asking the kind canteen elder sister to look after him. After building a building, he had to go to the canteen to see the child. .

Fortunately, Fang Fang was a good and worry-free child since he was born. He never cried or made trouble, so he was very popular with adults.

When Fang Fang was three years old, one day the big sister in the cafeteria pulled Fang Junlin aside, looked at Fang Fang, who was squatting quietly by the stool and repeatedly turning a bottle cap on it, and asked him in a low voice: "Your son is wrong, isn't it? A little...too obedient?"

Fang Junlin smiled and said: "It's not good to be good, follow me, I won't make trouble when I was young."

The eldest sister shook her head: "That's not the case. This child never speaks. He keeps a bottle cap every day and plays with it all day. Normally, three years old is when he can talk..."

Before the eldest sister finished speaking, she heard Fang Fang shouting loudly beside her.

Another employee in the cafeteria wanted to use his stool to step on something high. As soon as he took Fang Fang’s bottle cap off the stool, Fang Fang started standing still and screaming crazily. The employee was so scared that he was at a loss. , "Oh my god, what's the matter?"

The eldest sister looked at Fang Fang who was screaming with a dull expression, and suggested to Fang Junlin: "Go to the hospital, believe me, this child is definitely not normal."

Fang Junlin hurried to hug Fang Fang, covered Fang Fang's mouth, and looked uneasy.

……

Fang Junlin humbly borrowed thousands of dollars from relatives, and took the child to the children's hospital in the city.

The doctor gave Fang Fang a series of examinations, and finally diagnosed with autism.

Fang Junlin heard about the disease, opened his mouth, and said in astonishment, "...Autism? Impossible, my son is very good, there is nothing wrong with him except talking less."

The doctor shook his head and sighed to Fang Junlin, who was holding his son, "I can understand your feelings, but the disease is still a difficult problem in the medical field. Your child's symptoms are relatively serious, and intervention treatment may be effective. It's not going to be ideal either, it's very slow in mental development, and it won't make much progress as an adult. It's likely that the child will depend on you for life to survive. I know it's hard to accept, but you have to Adjust your mentality, otherwise the child will suffer for the rest of his life. The most important thing is not to express negative emotions in front of the child. Autistic children will not take the initiative to express their feelings. If they accept too much negative emotion for a long time, they will only aggravate his condition."

Fang Junlin took the child home in silence all the way, squatted in front of Fang Fang with an indifferent expression, and tried desperately, "Son, Dad taught you a jingle, the pole is wide, the bench is long, and the pole wants to be tied to the bench... learn it again."

Fang Fang just looked at him dumbly.

Fang Junlin's eyes gradually turned red, and he quickly turned his head away and wiped his eyes with the palm of his hand, and taught him again patiently.

After teaching it countless times, Fang Fang finally opened his mouth slowly, and protruded a word in a low voice: "Bian..."

Fang Junlin hugged Fang Fang tightly, kept touching his son's head with his hands, and praised: "Good son! Isn't it just slower to learn than ordinary children, then I will teach you slowly, and you can save the gift money if you don't marry a wife. It’s better for you and me to live happily for the rest of our lives, we’ll cure you if you’re sick, and your father will be your hand from now on.”

……

In order to do rehabilitation intervention for Fang Fang, Fang Junlin asked all the relatives and friends who could be contacted to borrow tens of thousands of shamelessly, and found Fang Fang a rehabilitation institution for autistic children.

The courses in the rehabilitation institution have been held for several months, and the effect cannot be said to be ineffective, but Fang Junlin soon couldn't afford the expensive course fees.

At first, the relatives felt sorry for the child and helped him generously, but gradually there was pressure. No one was rich, and it was not easy for anyone. In addition, they knew that the child's illness was a bottomless pit, so they began to persuade him to give up.

Fang Junlin refused to listen to persuasion, and his relatives stopped dealing with him. Knowing that it was difficult for him, they never thought about asking him for the borrowed money.

After Fang Fang dropped out of the rehabilitation center, Fang Junlin took his children by his side all the time just like before.

People who have never read books well after graduating from elementary school bought books on autism recovery and taught their sons by themselves.

He saw in the book that the intervention effect of parents on children is the best.

Just such a sentence brought his heart back from death.

……

Fang Fang soon reached the age of enrolling. Within a few days of enrolling, Fang Junlin found that Fang Fang was slightly injured every time he went home, and he would not speak when asking questions, and his emotions became more and more frequent.

One day he asked the construction site for a day off to go to school to find out the situation with the teacher. On the playground, he saw a group of children throwing stones at Fang Fang. Fang Fang stood there like a log and did not resist. There was not even a trace of sadness or anger on his face.

Fang Junlin wiped away his tears and expelled Fang Fang that day.

After dropping out of school, Fang Fang followed Fang Junlin to the construction site every day. Fang Junlin bought a tape recorder and a bunch of tapes of nursery rhymes to teach children how to speak. When he was building a building, Fang Fang played with bottle caps on the construction site and listened.

One day, Fang Junlin’s worker happily said to him, “Go and see, your son can sing!”

Fang Junlin was overjoyed, dropped the cart and ran over to have a look.

Fang Fang squatted next to the tape recorder. The tape recorder was switched to a music radio station by someone. "My Sun" was playing. Fang Fang played with the bottle cap and sang along loudly. Some lines were pronounced exactly the same as the foreign lyrics in the song.

Fang Junlin saw the hope, so he bought the tape of this song that night and played it repeatedly for Fang Fang to listen to. At least taught Fang Fang a skill, and learned to sing in a decent way.

Fang Fang didn't speak very fluently until he was an adult, and he didn't learn that jingle until the end. There was only one Italian song that the father and son practiced for more than ten years, and they sang professionally.

This song has become Fang Junlin's spiritual support. At least one aspect of his son is normal, like a person lost in the eternal night, finally catching a glowing bug.

No matter how small the hope is, it is still hope.

……

Fang Junlin is getting old, and the work on the construction site is gradually unable to do what he wants, and no construction site is willing to use him again.

Fang Fang is also in his 30s, but apart from being able to sing a song, he can hardly even take care of himself.

Fang Junlin has helped others build houses all his life, but his own house has become more and more dilapidated. The house has long been sold to help Fang Fang treat his illness. The father and son can only continue to exchange cheap houses for rent.

The house in the labor community is [-] yuan a month. After living in it for two years, they can't even afford the low-rent housing of [-] square meters. They can only move to the cheaper Tuanjie community in the remote suburbs.

Fortunately, Fang Junlin has reached his age, and the endowment insurance he pays every year has finally started to pay monthly wages, 1600 a month, and a little more every year. As long as the father and son save money, he will go to work as a temporary worker. Life can barely go on.

As a result, less than a year after receiving the pension insurance, Fang Junlin was diagnosed with lung cancer, which was probably caused by inhaling too much dust from his previous work on the construction site.

The illness was urgent and fierce, Fang Junlin was not afraid of death, but Fang Fang was left alone.

The doctor told him that he could only live for two months, so Fang Junlin spent these two months racing against time to teach Fang Fang how to live alone.

He thought, Fang Fang couldn't make money, and he definitely couldn't live alone.

So he bought a large refrigerated refrigerator and put it in the living room, in order to allow Fang Fang to conceal his death and continue to live on his pension insurance salary.

People have premonitions about their own death, and feel that they are dying. Fang Junlin put all his eggs in one basket and went to the lottery station to buy a double-color ball lottery ticket, thinking that if he wins, even if it is only tens of thousands, Fang Fang can live a few more years in the future.

After buying a lottery ticket and returning home, Fang Junlin continued to train Fang Fang.

Fang Junlin called Fang Fang to the living room and asked him, "What should I do if I'm hungry?"

Fang Fang played with the bottle cap, and after a while he said slowly, "Go downstairs... buy... steamed stuffed buns... give me the money."

Fang Junlin: "What should I do if I'm thirsty?"

Fang Fang: "Boil...water...cool...drink."

Fang Junlin: "Who can I turn to if I have no money?"

Fang Fang: "Neighbor...Li...Grandma, help me, get the money."

Fang Junlin finally asked: "What should I do if my father is dead and can't move?"

Fang Fang stopped talking.

Fang Junlin sighed. He was slow to learn new things, so he could only continue to explain them patiently.

Fang Junlin pretended to be dead and fell to the ground. The cancer was at an advanced stage. His face was black and yellow. Are you telling a joke? How many steps does it take to put an elephant in a refrigerator?"

Fang Fang laughed so rarely that his mouth was crooked. He walked quickly to the newly bought large refrigerator in the living room, and said inarticulately, "Divided, divided into three steps...the first step... The refrigerator door is open."

Fang Junlin coughed twice, and praised: "Oh, good boy, so smart."

Fang Fang smiled even more happily, and continued: "The second step...put the elephant...in it..."

Fang Junlin was having difficulty breathing, coughed violently again, blood splashed on the ground, and said with difficulty: "Good boy, you are so smart, what's the next step?"

Fang Fang smiled so that the corners of his mouth were drooling: "Close the refrigerator door...!"

Fang Junlin gasped and said exhaustedly: "In a while...if Dad hasn't woken up yet, you will treat Dad...as... an elephant, do you understand?"

Fang Fang clapped his hands excitedly and nodded vigorously.

Fang Junlin said in a weak voice, "Okay... let's go and play..."

Fang Fang turned around and hurried into the house to find his bottle cap.

Within a few minutes, Fang Junlin died.

His soul left his body, wandering around Fang Fang worriedly, waiting for him to find out.

In the middle of the night, Fang Fang sang for several more hours, and finally went to the living room with the bottle cap in hand. Seeing Fang Junlin who hadn't gotten up on the ground, he stood there for 10 minutes without sadness or joy.

The ghost of Fang Junlin anxiously guided beside him: "How did Dad teach you?"

Fang Fang suddenly started to move as if he had heard his words, and muttered indistinctly, "It takes a few steps to put an elephant in a refrigerator."

"First step... open the refrigerator door."

Fang Fang opened the refrigerator door.

"Step two...put the elephant in."

Fang Fang turned around and picked up Fang Junlin's body with difficulty, and put it into the cold and white refrigerator.

"Step three...close the refrigerator door."

Fang Fang numbly looked at his father in the refrigerator, and slammed the refrigerator door shut.

Fang Junlin wept behind Fang Fang and praised: "Good boy, good boy, really smart."

Fang Fang stood in front of the refrigerator for a while, and murmured in a dull voice, "The elephant... is... Dad."

……

Fang Junlin's soul stayed by Fang Fang's side for a few days, and seeing that Fang Fang was able to live well by himself, he floated away to the mansion.

He knew that Fang Fang could not live too long alone, so he could only pin all his hopes on the reunion of father and son after death.

He thought, even if he died, he had to let his son live a good life before reincarnating.

He chose the castle villa that had just been renovated. The villa was occupied by many lonely ghosts because it had been unoccupied for many years. He thought of a way to dress himself up as the former owner of the villa, Auguste. , scaring away those wild ghosts, guarding the villa, waiting for his son to come here to live a good life with him day by day.

But not long after, his ghost suddenly became delirious and often forgot some things. Sometimes he couldn't even remember who he was, and often thought he was really August.

Then it got serious, he even forgot when he died and when he bought the lottery ticket...

The only thing I will never forget is that he has a son named Fang Fang.

……

The white light gradually dimmed, and it was withdrawn from Fang Junlin's memory. Xiao Meng and Qi Jun immediately entered the living room together.

When he got close to the refrigerator, the strange smell he smelled when he entered the door became stronger.

Xiao Meng slowly opened the refrigerator door and took a look inside, frowned and quickly closed the refrigerator, pushing away Qi Jun who was about to lean over.

The home probably had a power outage due to arrears of electricity bills, and the refrigeration function of the refrigerator has stopped working for a long time...

A pigeon flew in from the window suddenly, landed on Xiao Meng's shoulder, and cooed, "I've been looking for you for a long time, and you're out to rent again?"

After Birch finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Qi Jun next to him, and was stunned for a moment, "...Sun, I fell off the horse, and I said that I am a mixed breed of parrot and pigeon, do you believe it?"

Qi Jun: "..."

Xiao Meng said tiredly: "...don't pretend anymore."

Birch was surprised and said, "You guys have a showdown? I actually missed the most exciting part..."

A gust of wind suddenly blew the curtains of the bedroom, and Hei Wuchang, who was wearing a black police uniform, appeared beside Fang Fang's bed in the cold mist, and said mercilessly, "Fang Fang, your lifespan is over, follow me to reincarnate quickly."

Fang Junlin was anxious, "Impossible, he still has a heartbeat, and my son is not dead yet!"

Hei Wuchang took out the book of life and death, glanced at it, and said, "He died two hours ago."

Xiao Meng asked inexplicably, "I heard that the Underworld now handles the reincarnation procedures by itself. Why does Fang Fang's soul come to pick her up?"

Hei Wuchang said indifferently: "Persons with mental illness enjoy special preferential treatment and enjoy a one-stop guiding reincarnation policy."

Xiao Meng was surprised, "So some diseases still follow the soul after death?"

Black Impermanence: "Mental diseases have a certain impact on the soul. If there are no ghosts to guide after death, it will disturb the law and order. Reincarnation and drinking Mengpo soup can solve it."

Qi Jun stepped forward to test Fang Fang's pulse, and affirmed, "This man is indeed still alive."

Hei Wuchang flashed to Fang Fang's side, lowered his sight, his pitch-black ghost eyes lit up with green light, and scanned Fang Fang's whole body, "So that's it, he has an extra love soul in his body, and his life was forcibly extended, love soul's The owner is his father Fang Junlin."

Fang Junlin's eyes were full of confusion, "Who is Fang Junlin? I am his father..."

Xiao Meng reminded, "Fang Junlin is you, don't you remember who you are?"

Birch sighed: "People have three souls and seven souls. Heaven, earth, man, three souls. Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, desire, seven souls. A ghost who loses one soul will be as insane as he is. Qing, this man threw his love soul on his own son, love soul has the greatest energy, if a living person has one more love soul, he can prolong his life and heal himself from all diseases."

Hei Wuchang Fang Junlin said, "This kind of situation is relatively rare. If you want to take out the love soul, I can let it return to its original position. Fang Fang will reincarnate with me according to the normal process. According to the energy strength of this Ai Po, you can live for a few years or decades, and your body's diseases will be slowly cured by the Ai Po. But before he dies, you will not be able to reincarnate due to incomplete souls and seven souls."

Fang Junlin regained consciousness, and said without hesitation: "Let's stay in his body. As long as my son can live a normal life, it's worth my loss. There's no rush to reincarnate. I'm willing to wait."

Hei Wuchang nodded, saluted Xiao Meng and Qi Jun and disappeared through the wall.

Xiao Meng was taken aback, and looked at Qi Jun strangely.

Qi Jun also has an identity in the underworld?

Yes, Qi Jun said that he was entrusted by the underworld to do something...

Qi Jun met his gaze and curled the corners of his mouth calmly, "Shopkeeper Yin Yang, let's do business first, I'm not in a hurry."

The author has something to say: here we come, the second update

感谢在2020-10-3016:27:23~2020-10-3022:36:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Yuxueyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!