Uncle's Crisis

Chapter 249 Fictitious life experience

Thanks to the kind person who sent them to the hospital, he never left. He even paid a deposit for them before and after running, and left quietly after everything was arranged.

On that night, the child's condition suddenly deteriorated. After some rescue, the doctor regretfully announced that the child had gone.

The grieving and helpless young couple carried their child to the morgue with tears in their eyes, looking at each other, heartbroken.

Just when they didn't know what to do, the kind-hearted man arrived in time.

He stepped forward, looked at the children, and asked what they thought.

The woman couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.

The man remained calm and said, "Bury it."

The kind-hearted man took a careful look at the child and wiped away his tears.

After crying for a while, he stood up and said: "Well, if you don't mind, the child can stay here, and I will take care of his funeral."

"Thank you for your kindness, but why bother you with this kind of thing?" said the woman.

The kind-hearted man said: "Anyway, I can't take it back. It's meaningless, and it's not allowed in the car. To be honest, I happen to have no children. I will burn two pieces of paper money for him during the festivals. Maybe in the next life, He can be my son."

Seeing the kind-hearted man's face full of sincerity, the woman nodded in agreement.

The couple went back and forth around the child a few times, saying their last farewell, and then left with tears in their eyes.

After walking not far, the kind-hearted man caught up with them again.

He took out a wad of money from his pocket, handed it to your man, and waved them away.

Later, they learned that the child was not dead, and when well-meaning people wrapped them in blankets and sent them to the wilderness for burial, he woke up, coughed twice in his throat, and then began to cry.

The kind-hearted man was overjoyed, picked up the baby and ran towards the hospital.

But the doctor poured cold water on his head again, asserting that the child was hopeless, and it would take three to five days at most.

Maybe it was God's will, maybe there was a good relationship between him and the child, and the kind-hearted people always felt that the child would not die and could live on.

So, he took the child, went to the best hospital in the capital, and found the best doctor. After more than ten days of treatment, a miracle happened, and the child fully recovered, no different from a normal baby.

"What then?"

"Later, he stayed in the capital and became the son of a kind man."

"Isn't that person too selfish? Why doesn't he return the child to others?"

"No, it's not that he doesn't want to give it back to others, but there is really no other way." Pang Hongzhu was actually moved by the story she told, and she shed tears while telling it.

The boy took out a few tissues from his pocket and wiped away Pang Hongzhu's tears.

This behavior completely broke Pang Hongzhu. After crying for a while, she held the boy's hand tightly and said with a sob: "That kind man went to the hospital to check the records, and based on the address, he found the young couple. The couple’s contact information, they called the office of the street where they lived, but the other party never responded.”

"They must suspect that well-meaning people are lying?"

Pang Hongzhu shook his head and said: "No, no, child, they chose to give up after they learned that the child was alive, because they thought it was God's will, and the child was destined to survive with that kind person, so if they want to come back , Maybe there will be catastrophe, that is to say, they are destined to be unable to afford that child, do you understand what I mean?"

"But...but it's their own flesh and blood! How can you give up?" The man became excited, and asked Pang Hongzhu with wide-eyed eyes.

Pang Hongzhu said: "They also thought about taking the child back, but they were full of worries. At this time, a monk entered their house, read a poem, and left."

"What poem did they read?"

Pang Hongzhu thought deeply, and said: "That poem seems to be written like this - the seeds fell on the stone ridge, nourished and germinated into a tree shape, if there is a destiny, don't force it, go with the wind to find happiness, if you don't have good thoughts , the talent must have nothing in his sleeves."

"Where did the monk come from?" the boy asked.

Pang Hongzhu said: "I don't know, maybe it was sent by God. It came without a trace and went without a trace. The couple savored it carefully, and then they came to their senses, and never mentioned the child again."

"Does a few lines of poetry make them give up their own flesh and blood? This... Isn't this too hasty?" The boy was still questioning.

Pang Hongzhu sighed, and said: "Yes, because they know very well that he is not an ordinary old monk, but someone who came to save them and their children in the dark, and the poems he recited are not crooked poems. A secret."

"What secret?"

"It means that once they bring the child back, the child will definitely die!"

"But...but...maybe..."

"There is no possibility. That child's life can only be entrusted to that kind-hearted person. They are the real destined people."

"No, why not let him be born directly into that kind man's family?"

"This is called a mistake! But as long as there is fate, mistakes can still be corrected. If you make mistakes again and again, it will be nothing in the end. Do you understand what I mean?"

The boy lowered his head, and the frown between his brows gradually eased.

Pang Hongzhu patted him on the back lightly, and said in a low voice: "Son, a person's fate is determined by heaven, and some things cannot be controlled by emotion."

The boy let out a long breath and slowly raised his head.

"Son, do you know who is the main character in the story?"

The boy responded and nodded slightly.

"The purpose of telling you this is to tell you that you should not be too willful in everything, and don't pursue what is right and wrong. Everything depends on fate."

Seeing that the boy did not speak, Pang Hongzhu went on to say: "You can only accept your fate. This is a decision made by God. Your parents are your own, because they gave you a second life. If it weren't for them, you would have been dead long ago." out of this world."

The boy raised his head, his eyes stared into the distance, and tears welled up again.

"Children, you should cherish your own life, work hard to be a good person, learn skills well, and repay all good karma, especially adoptive parents. You should be grateful for their life-saving grace, and repay their kindness. Nurturing love."

"Ah."

"As for us, you can be regarded as friends. When we have a chance, we will come to see you, okay?"

The boy burst into tears and choked up again.

After crying for a while, he stood up and asked Pang Hongzhu, "Can I call you Mom?"

Pang Hongzhu nodded and said, "Yes, of course."

"Mom!" The boy cried out, knelt down on the spot, and kowtowed heavily.

Pang Hongzhu helped him up and hugged him tightly, as if time had frozen.

It wasn't until a little bird flew over his head, chirping and cheering, that Pang Hongzhu let go of him, helped him wipe away the tears on his face, and said, "My child, I've said everything I need to say. Now you know what to do and what to do." Where, what should I do?"

(End of this chapter)