In this era of fighting for fathers, I relied on my son to counterattack.
Lin Danian is a laid-off worker who rides a tricycle. His wife has run away, his child is sick, and he cannot even afford hospital bills. The most valuable possession in this life is a wall covered with awards.
But who would have thought that his son Lin Guoliang, who grew up on his back in a woven bag, would have a heart surgery at the age of five, pick up scraps at the age of seven, be admitted to the provincial key exams at the age of fifteen, and enter Tsinghua University with a score of 744 at the age of eighteen——
Later, he became a scientist who broke the monopoly of foreign technology and was selected as one of the "Moving China". He refused an annual salary of tens of millions of dollars and said: "Everything about me belongs to my country."
Everyone came to congratulate Lin Danian: "You gave birth to a good son!"
Lin Danian rubbed his hands, his eyes were red, and he only said: "I don't have any ability, but my son does."
This is a story about "fighting for a son". What we are fighting for is not money or background, but a father who has devoted all his efforts to support us, and a son who has spent his whole life to repay the favor.
When you think fate will trample the poor into the mud——
He wants to bloom out of the mud.
