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Chapter 324 Thank you for holding up this family(1/2)

People often say that if you get something, you must first lose something.

For Chen Ming, when he came to this world, he lost everything on the earth, including his parents, and what he gained was his star status and his beloved her.

But for some reason, Chen Ming was not particularly happy.

Of course, coming to this world was not what Chen Ming wanted. He could only try his best to live in this world as much as possible.

Very far apart!

Chen Ming can only use this song "Father" to express his emotions.

In an instant, the five thousand viewers at the scene red eyes and even burst into tears. The performances of the contestants above were also moving, but they were far from touching Chen Ming.

Many people clenched their cell phones in their pockets.

I haven't called my home for a long time...

I haven't called my father for a long time...

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Gu Wenzhi, Wu Qian and Hua Ying both had their eyes red, and Gu Wenzhi's tears as big as beans began to fall, as if he remembered some sad past.

Speaking of which, Gu Wenzhi’s story is also an inspirational story.

His family is a very ordinary working class. His father is a cement worker on the construction site. His usual job is to move cement and cement; while his mother packed a small vegetable garden and took the vegetables she planted and sold them on the street.

When Gu Wenzhi was eight years old, his father was diagnosed with lung cancer.

The cause is long-term inhalation of corrosive dust powder.

This disease usually only occurs on construction site workers.

Simply put,

This is a "bad" disease.

These days, as long as the name of the disease is related to "cancer", it is basically unlikely to be cured, and you can only spend a lot of money to delay the disease in the hospital.

Hospitals are not relief facilities, they charge fees!

Half a year after the diagnosis, one night.

Gu Wenzhi's father pulled Gu Wenzhi into a small house, with only a wooden table in the room with a bowl of chicken soup on it.

"Baby, your father's illness costs money."

"No matter whether the disease can be cured or not, you must listen to your mother's words in the future. She often goes to the vegetable garden and has poor waist. If you have time, help her more and don't miss her studies."

"We have no ability, so we can only move cement. You can study hard, find a good job, and let your mother enjoy a few years of happiness."

"Your mother doesn't know a few words. You are your son, so don't dislike her in the future."

Gu Wenzhi didn't dare to look up.

He kept sucking the chicken soup from the bowl.

My father's thick and warm palms kept stroking his head.

That year, Gu Wenzhi was almost eight and a half years old and was still in elementary school.

He didn't quite understand what his father meant. He only remembered that the chicken soup was delicious and very strong. Since that day, he had never drunk such delicious chicken soup again.

More than half a year has passed.

Gu Wenzhi's father left...

It was very sudden!

Even Gu Wenzhi and his mother were not aware of it at all. One usual afternoon, they closed their eyes on the bed at home.

His father's subsequent treatment was at home.

In other words, his father did not continue to receive treatment and chose to recuperate at home.

It's just a waste of money if it can't be cured.

His father said that we should leave some financial resources for our family and not use them all on him.

He died and was relieved.

But how can the mother and son live?

How can a woman who has not graduated from elementary school live with a child over nine years old...

Since then, Gu Wenzhi has never seen his father again.

My father didn't leave much money, only more than 10,000 yuan.

But in that era.

It takes several years to save more than 10,000 yuan without eating or drinking.

After growing up, Gu Wenzhi gradually understood what his father said back then, but after graduating from college, his mother also passed away.

Death is also silent.

Maybe it's exhausted...

Maybe... I've lived enough...

My mother was illiterate, but she still used a few words she only recognized and added words cut from the newspaper, leaving him a sentence.

The words written are twisted and twisted.

There are many typos from the cut words.

"Baby, remember to have a good meal in the future, look at how thin you are."

...........

That day, Gu Wenzhi stayed at home and did not come out.

He really worked hard to live.

But he is always tired of living.

As the saying goes on the Internet, he has always been full of longing for life and is kind to hope, but life has never treated him well.

At this moment, Gu Wenzhi cried into a child.

He thought he had taken all these things lightly, but now he has his own wife and children and his own family, and he is already very happy.

But he still couldn't help but want to cry!

My father accompanied him until he was 9 years old, and my mother accompanied him until he was 22 years old.

Wu Qian, who was standing beside her, handed over a piece of tissue.

Gu Wenzhi forced a smile and whispered: "Thank you."

On the stage, Chen Ming's eyes were also red.

If Chen Ming had more or less emotional elements in singing before, then this time, Chen Ming had no slightest brewing.

Every word and sentence are true feelings!

◤Thank you for everything you do    Boil our home with both hands

Always do everything and give me the best

Am I your pride? Are you still worried about me?

The child you care about     Grow up◢

Chen Ming's voice trembled even more. To finish singing this song, Chen Ming needed to suppress his surging emotions.

Because he was afraid of crying.

Everyone could no longer hold it back and burst into tears.

When we were young, we always had a worry, that is, the children of our neighbors.

It seems that no matter how hard we try, we are always inferior to the children of our neighbors.

So we all feel that in the eyes of our parents, we seem so ordinary and unbearable. In fact, every child is the pride of their parents.

They are not good at praising you, but they like to hear that people praise you.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, you are the children of your neighbors.

The child has grown up!

It seems that I no longer need the protection of my parents!

But when I looked back, I realized that my parents were old, their temples were white, their backs were bent, and their eyes were aging.

Taking advantage of the opportunity,

Go and see our parents more.

After all, we will always be the pride of our parents and will always be their children.

Tears collapsed!
To be continued...
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