There was severe pain in his forehead, and cold rain mixed with hot blood flowed into his eyes, blurring his vision. He was lying on the slippery green brick floor in the front yard, his whole body burning like a piece of coal thrown into the stove.
The memory was like a tide, carrying the grievances of his previous life and the regrets at his deathbed, drowning him in an instant. He remembered that Qin Huairu found him here a few minutes ago. The rain had wet her bangs, and her eyes that were always full of moisture looked at him, and she shed tears before she said a word.
"Zhuzi, I beg you... Bangge's grandma is very ill, and the hospital is urging her to pay... I really have no choice. Please help me again. I will definitely pay back the money..."
His heart softened, and he also wanted to make her remember his kindness, so he stuffed all the savings he had saved for many years to prepare for a wife into her cold hands.
Reader comments
The beginning is very good, but how did you get to such a high official position? Why go to the countryside to show movies?
The beginning is very good, but how did you get to such a high official position? Why go to the countryside to show movies?