Li Liang roared, his heart hurt so much.

"I want to go back, too."

"I also want to be with him at home and respect him well."

"I also want to support him in my old age and accompany him through his last days."

"But I don't dare... I really don't dare to go back like this!"

Li Liang looked up at the sky, tears kept pouring down, he was sad, he regretted, he was angry...

"Dad..., I'm sorry for you, wuwu, I'm unfilial, I deserve to die..." Li Liang knelt on the ground with his hands constantly slapping himself in the face.

"No, don't... Dad doesn't blame you, don't blame you."

Li Congde looked at Li Liang whispering himself and screamed in pain.

But how could Li Liang hear his voice?

Li Congde turned around and begged Zhang Kun, tears flowing from his eyes: "Brother Zhang, help me, don't let him continue like this, don't, I don't blame him, I really don't blame him."

Zhang Kun looked at Li Congde, his wrinkled face, with a begging and sad look on his face, and he looked at Li Liang kneeling on the ground from time to time.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Kun slowly walked to Li Liang, grabbed Li Liang's hands, and said fiercely.

"Practice yourself? Do you want your dad to be at peace if he dies?"

"Your dad loved you so much during his lifetime. If he saw you treat yourself like this now, think about what he would do."

"He won't be at ease even if he leaves!"

Zhang Kun grabbed Li Liang's collar and lifted him up.

"I came to you this time. In addition to wanting to tell you this news, your dad also asked me to bring you something."

Zhang Kun took out the bag that was still wrapped in paper, and after opening it, he exposed the money and passbook inside.

"These are what your father asked me to bring to you."

"Originally he wanted to use the money to build a house for you at home, but he has no time now."

"So, I'll give you the money, and use it to do whatever you want."

"Your dad asked me to tell you to live well..."

As he said that, Zhang Kun's tears began to flow slowly again. He looked at Li Congde next to him and helped him retell.

Li Congde looked at Li Liang with hazy eyes.

"Life well and don't be sad because of dad's death."

"I love you, I love you forever, so you must live happily."

"Even if life is difficult, you can do it."

"Dad is in heaven and will always pay attention to you. Dad hopes that you can have a safe home."

"There is a virtuous wife and a beautiful boy."

"Even if Dad is gone, Dad wishes you a good life and live happily!"

...

"Dad..." Li Liang cried, crying so loudly, bursting out loudly.

He looked up at the sky, as if there was a familiar figure looking at him there.

That familiar smile and familiar words are... Dad!

Li Liang grabbed the passbook tightly, and he seemed to be able to feel his father's breath from here.

He trembled and slowly opened the passbook. He was stunned when he looked at the numbers on the passbook.

"How could it be, why did this happen?"

Zhang Kun looked at him and saw the number on the passbook, starting with four characters, with a total of six digits.

420,000….

Zhang Kun sighed silently: "Your dad told me that this is the money you pay every year, and he has helped you to exist here."

However, Li Liang shook his head desperately: "No, no, I have only paid back 280,000 for so many years, but there are 420,000 here."

Zhang Kun turned his head and looked at Li Congde.

Li Congde's mood had calmed down a little at this time. He looked at Li Liang nostalgically and said silently.

"Li Liang is working hard for his home outside. I, a dad, can't be idle at home. I can make a little profit."

Zhang Kun repeated it silently, and Li Liang's tears flowed down again.

"I make money outside, I just hope my father can enjoy some happiness at home. Why, my father has been working hard all his life, why, he still has to work so hard."

At this time, the coworker next to him suddenly said, "Li Liang, our salary is only 3,000 yuan. You, eight years, 280,000?"

Sanqian? Zhang Kun calculated silently, then took a breath of cold air.

Only by adding all the wages for eight years can it be 288,000.

And Li Liang paid back 280,000 yuan.

Eight years, I spent 8,000 yuan...

Looking at the rice bowl that fell to the ground, the green leaves and moldy tofu on it...

Zhang Kun closed his eyes silently.

Li Liang shook his head desperately and cried: "It's nothing if my hardship is nothing. I just hope my father can live a better life at home."

"But why did he save all the money, and, 140,000..."

"With us, I want to make 140,000..."

Li Liang's tears flowed again. He really couldn't imagine how hard it would take to make so much money.

"If I had known this would have happened, I would rather not come out."

"I've been used to poverty for a long time. I just hope my dad can live a better life."

"But why is this happening, why am I coming out..."

Is this true love on earth? Or a tragedy on earth?

Both father and son were fighting for each other, but the final result was like this.

Zhang Kun sighed, this is what Li Liang explained to him.

Although I can't fully accept it, Zhang Kun's fist can no longer be swung.

Zhang Kun asked himself silently about a son who only spent 1,000 yuan a year for his father.

If it were me, could I do it?

Maybe, it can't be done.

"Let's go, go back with me, go home, repent at your father's grave, and live a good life."

Zhang Kun whispered.

Li Liang nodded silently and carefully put his passbook on his chest. It seemed that in this way, he could feel the smell of his father.

Li Liang and the foreman quit their jobs. The foreman also heard about Li Liang and paid all the salary he had first.

Then bring your own things, which are a few worn clothes and pants, and a pair of white cloth shoes.

The two bought train tickets silently and set out on the way home.

On the train, after repeated inquiries, Li Liang finally told him about the injuries on his body.

It was an accident. When Li Liang first came out to work, an accident occurred on the construction site.

The line caught fire, especially the accumulation of building materials, and the unfinished house collapsed at that time.

Li Liang and some construction workers died in that disaster.

Li Liang's situation was not the worst, and there were two people who died at that time.

What's even more hateful is that after the accident, the construction contractor ran away, and the casualties were not even able to get any compensation.

In the end, Li Liang's medical expenses were borne by the owner of the house.

After being discharged from the hospital, Li Liang, who had become like this, dared not go home. He only called back a few times a year and then paid some money.

Eight years passed like this, and in short, things in the world are impermanent, joys and sorrows.

After listening to Li Liang's words, Li Congde was in pain for a while.

The next morning, the train finally arrived in Yuanning County.

After getting off the train, the two called a motorcycle and headed straight to the countryside.

An hour later, Li Liang looked at the familiar environment in front of him, and his tears kept flowing down.

He staggered and walked towards the house step by step.

The door of the room was locked, but Zhang Kun opened it for him. Li Liang walked into the room and went directly to where Li Congde lived.

Looking at the empty room and the empty bed, Li Liang finally couldn't help crying.

"Dad, you're really leaving!"

"Why don't you wait for me? I'm back, your Liangzi is back!"

"dad……!"
Chapter completed!