Horror Teahouse: I only sell terrible things

I

wanted to go out for a walk, but I ended up feeling even worse.

Seeing that it was getting late, I said goodbye to Lu Xin and returned to the teahouse.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw not Lin Xiaolu, but another familiar face.

Isn't this the father who bumped into me that day and apologized to me?

Why did he come?"

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Before Lu Xin interrogated the suspect, I couldn't be disturbed, so I muted the phone, I didn't expect to miss Lin Xiaolu's call.

Hearing the voice, the uncle followed Lin Xiaolu's gaze and saw me.

He got up in a hurry and almost trotted to me.

Uncle leaned forward and knelt down in front of me with a pop.

He spoke to me in an almost pleading tone.

"Boss Zhang, please save my son!"

I remember that the uncle's son, like Shuai Shuai, has mental retardation, why did he have an accident?

I quickly helped the uncle up and asked the elders to kneel to me, I couldn't afford it.

I refilled a cup of tea for my uncle and asked him to explain slowly.

The uncle's mood gradually stabilized and began to tell.

His son's nickname is Congcong, which was given by the child's mother, and this name is full of parents' expectations for the child, hoping that he will be a smart person in the future.

However, the reality is cruel, as the child grows up, the couple suddenly finds that their child is a little different from other children.

For three months, the child will not roll over.

Six months, the child will not sit.

At the age of one, he still can't stand up, and he is slow to respond, and he can't call his parents.

The husband and wife ran all over the hospital, and the doctors came to the same conclusion.

"The child has a congenital intellectual disability," the uncle said as he wiped away tears, "and the doctor judged that the child would have at most the IQ of an ordinary child when he was four years old." I

handed the uncle a tissue to wipe away his tears, and the uncle said thank you and continued to tell.

"In order to treat Congcong, our husband and wife spent a lot of money, but no matter how much money we threw into it, we couldn't cure it.

Later, we resigned ourselves to our fate, and once someone suggested that we throw away Congcong, but my wife and I disagreed.

Anyway, Congcong is our child, and it is fate to come to us, no matter how different he is from a normal child, he is our baby, even if he suffers a lot, we have to raise him. The

uncle paused, and his eyes turned even redder.

"I don't know if I did something wrong in my previous life, God was so unfair to me, when Congcong was eight years old, his mother died in a car accident.

When Congcong's mother was dying, she made me swear that I must not abandon Congcong and take good care of our children, and I agreed...... But now, I'm afraid I'm going to break my word......"

I asked, as I cried.

"Congcong, what's wrong with him?"

said the uncle, trembling all over.

"A few days ago, I went out to buy groceries, when I came back, Cong Cong was foaming at the mouth with convulsions, I quickly sent him to the hospital for rescue, the person was rescued, but he never opened his eyes, the doctor said that Cong Cong is likely to become a vegetative person in the future. "

Speaking of this, the uncle almost knelt down for me again.

"Some people say that Cong Cong may have lost his soul, and he has to find Mr. Jianghu to save him, I inquired about many people, and they all said that you have great skills in Bai Xiaosheng Teahouse, Boss Zhang, please, save Cong Cong! If he has three long and two short, even if I die, I won't have the face to see his mother. "