If it was such an accident, then it must have been reported on the news. No matter if it was on TV or in the newspaper.
The memorial tablet in the cemetery had a clear time of death, which was a good time for Taisetsu to check.
Oxygen Inhaling Sheep Internet Cafe. Taisetsu was sitting in a single seat in this Internet cafe, searching for the information he wanted.
"Sir, the green tea you ordered."
The waiter was a little girl. After delivering a bottle of green tea, she quietly looked at the man with a scarf. She felt that he was completely different from the young people who came here to play games.
"Is there anything else?" Taisetsu found that the waiter hadn't left yet, so he couldn't help but ask curiously.
"No … no." The waiter girl could only shake her head and leave.
En … I can't resist this kind of young but very mature boy with a magnetic voice …
Taisetsu looked at the little girl strangely. Even after she left, she still quietly hid in the distance and occasionally peeked at him. Could it be that my identity as a Black Soul Messenger has been discovered?
But that shouldn't be the case. At least from what 18 said, those who can see the uniqueness of a Black Soul Messenger are definitely humans with extraordinary powers. And the waiter of this Internet cafe, no matter how you look at it, she is just an ordinary girl.
Maybe it's an illusion?
Taisetsu shook his head and began to browse the information he was looking for. Retrieved from – Father Car Accident, Child Suffocated to Death.
The time was three years ago. Taisetsu opened the web pages one by one and began to use all the information recorded on the web pages here, trying to restore the accident three years ago as much as possible in his mind.
"On Friday night three years ago, a man surnamed Zhu and his three-year-old son were on their way home after eating dinner at his parents' house …"
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"En, on the way … Jihua Road. Xiao Xing? I haven't fallen asleep yet. I just fell asleep after eating, so I'm going home so late. There's no traffic jam. How can there be a car so late at night? It's very empty. Xiao Xing? He's playing at the back … Aiya, Xiao Xing, don't grab my hair. Okay, okay, okay, let's not talk about it. I'll be home soon. "
The child's proud prank voice.
But as a father, he would not be angry at such a small prank. No matter if it was him or her, as a husband, as long as this child could always maintain a smile on his face, no matter how many pranks he pulled.
As long as the child had hope for life, as long as the child didn't realize the difficulties of this society and life … as long as the child didn't realize that he was different from others.
"Dad, when can I learn to walk?"
"Yes, as long as you practice every day, Little Xing, it will be very fast. But if you slack off that day, it will take a very long time. "
This child was born unable to walk … he was a handicapped child. But even so, he and his wife never gave up.
This was because the couple firmly believed that no matter what kind of life it was, whether it was perfect or flawed … when this little life was born in this world, it was already a great miracle.
Their children's flaws would only make them, as parents, give them more love and care.
"It's going to take a long time."
The child lowered his head.
"When you can walk, Dad will take you to fly a kite and go fishing by the sea, okay?"
Little Xing quickly raised his head and said coquettishly, "I want to eat pudding!"
"You forgot that you can't eat supper? It's not good for your health! "
"I want to eat …" Little Xing bit his finger and said, "Dad, can you buy it for me?"
"Okay, but don't tell your mother when you go back." He turned back and parked the car in a parking space on the side of the road, next to a convenience store, "Come on, pinky promise."
The father took the child's little finger and closed the door. The child who couldn't walk could only stay in the car.
It didn't take much time to buy a pudding. He soon walked out of the convenience store.
When he was still waiting for the red light, he saw his car across the road … In fact, he bought two puddings. He would eat them with his son later.
It was also a very precious memory for the father and son to eat together without telling their mother … It belonged to the childhood memory between the father and son. In the future, they could reminisce about it together, right?
After turning the green light, he took a step forward … Something was stinging his eyes.
It was extremely bright, extremely bright light … A red sports car was roaring like a galloping beast at this moment.
Boom –!!
Little Xing …
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"Manager, manager?"
In the morning, at the advertising company's routine morning meeting, Tboy called Zhu Maolin in surprise. In front of the projection in the conference room, the colleague who was making a report also looked nervously at the department manager who had been working very hard all the time.
Everyone found that Manager Zhu was holding his chin with his hand at this time. He was silent, and his face was frighteningly gloomy. Everyone was a little uneasy. They didn't know if the manager was dissatisfied with the report.
Although Zhu Maolin wouldn't scold people directly, the manager's questioning could make people feel uncomfortable and doubt their life.
"What?" Zhu Maolin was startled at this time. He looked at Tboy in confusion, "What did you just say? Sorry, I remembered something, so I didn't pay attention. "
Manager Zhu Maolin was absent-minded in the meeting and apologized to everyone. This was a rare occurrence! For those who had only been employed for more than a year, it could even be said to be a miracle!
"Oh … it's nothing. It's just Little Zhang's report." Tboy was an old man who had followed Zhu Maolin. When he could say something, he could only bite the bullet and say something.
"En, okay, I will read this report again later. If there is a problem, I will know how to find it." Zhu Maolin nodded, then stood up, "I'm sorry, I didn't rest well last night. Let's end today's morning meeting here … Amy, help me make up a leave request form later. I'll take a leave today. "
After speaking, Zhu Maolin picked up the things in his hand and directly left the conference room.
In the conference room, everyone looked at each other as if they were looking at a monster. They began to whisper … This manager is completely abnormal today.
"Could it be that this is the precursor of a storm?"
"This … it shouldn't be, right? I think maybe he really didn't have a good rest. Didn't you notice that the manager's eyes are bloodshot today? "
"Does he not sleep a lot every day? This workaholic must have no sex life! "
"Stop talking, stop talking. The manager hasn't gone out yet! Let's get back to work. "
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"Later, after the father was sent to the hospital, he quickly woke up. His life was not in danger. However, the child was accidentally suffocated to death in the car. The driver who caused the accident has been arrested, but it can't make up for this tragedy. Cherish your life and stay away from drunk driving. Don't create a family tragedy because of the excitement you are pursuing for a while. So many tragedies happen around you and me every day. Isn't it enough to sound the alarm for you and me? – Contributor, Ren Ziling. "
Ren Ziling?
After Taisetsu read this report, he was stunned. Where did I hear this name? But he was just curious, and he quickly thought about Zhu Maolin's matter.
This is the crux of the problem between the husband and wife. Taisetsu nodded and raised his hand, "Excuse me, the bill!"
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The car stopped in front of the entrance of the cemetery. Zhu Maolin hesitated for a moment, but he finally stepped into the gate of the cemetery entrance and came to the mourning hall.
Unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure here, standing in front of the memorial tablet that he didn't want to face.
Maybe it has been a long time.
She is here too.
Sure enough, it's because of what happened last night. And I'm here too.
Because I remember again.
When she turned around, she saw Zhu Maolin standing behind her. At the moment when their eyes met, Houchen Yuhan's body trembled slightly, and then their gazes quickly separated.
Zhu Maolin just nodded, walked past his wife, and put an incense stick in front of the memorial tablet.
Houchen Yuhan suddenly whispered, "Little Xing should be very happy that you are here."
This was the second time he came here. He really came here, even if he knew it was this place.
Zhu Maolin, who was lighting the incense with a lighter, was stunned all of a sudden. It wasn't until the flame burned his fingers that he reacted. He subconsciously glanced at the photo on the memorial tablet. The black-and-white photo in front of the memorial tablet was the child's most perfect and happy smile.
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