The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

On the yellow mud kang.

Lin Ming looked at the three children, licking the chocolate pie bit by bit.

This should be the most delicious thing they have ever eaten.

Very soft and sweet.

Lin Ming took out the remaining chocolate pies and compressed biscuits from his backpack.

"Mr. Lin, this thing should be very expensive, right?" Fu Zheng asked.

"It's okay."

Lin Ming did not say the exact price.

A box of chocolate pies costs more than ten yuan, but it is the average income of Fu Zheng's family for three or four days.

"Fu Xing, leave these chocolate pies to your brother and sister, and the compressed biscuits are for you."

Lin Ming put the compressed biscuits in front of Fu Xing: "This is also delicious and very filling. You can eat it on the way to school in the morning or on the way home from school in the evening."

"Uncle, you gave us everything, what do you eat?" Fu Xing asked.

Lin Ming rubbed his little head: "Uncle can buy it when he goes back, just eat it. In comparison, uncle prefers to eat the food cooked by your parents!"

"Thank you, uncle!" Fu Xing was very happy.

...

In the next few days.

The poverty alleviation team occasionally takes everyone to other villages to take a look.

Of course, we also went to the primary school where Fu Xing was.

The classrooms were also made of loess.

"Simple" is not enough to describe it, perhaps "shabby" is the most appropriate.

All of them are wooden desks, which should have been used for a long time, and some parts are rotten.

There are many children in the surrounding villages, but only about twenty of them come to class.

It's not that they don't want to come, but for various reasons, they can't go to class every day like children in other provinces and cities.

The last day of the poverty alleviation inspection.

Chen Jia's words came true.

It rained heavily throughout Yizhou Province.

At 6 o'clock in the evening.

Lin Ming and Fu Zheng blocked the roof with hay they had temporarily obtained.

Even so, they couldn't stop the rain from seeping in.

"When will Fu Xing come back?" Lin Ming asked Fu Zheng.

This was the fifth time he asked.

The road on the mountain was not easy to walk on, and such heavy rain would make the mountain road muddy. It was fortunate that there was no mudslide.

A ten-year-old child had to go home in the dark and heavy rain on such a steep road. Lin Ming felt distressed when he thought about it.

"It's almost there, it's almost there..." Fu Zheng murmured.

This was more like self-consolation.

He was more anxious than Lin Ming in his heart.

"Can he live in the school?" Lin Ming asked again.

"Okay." Fu Zheng's eyes were dull.

Fu Xing was well-behaved and sensible, and was a very likable child.

People are emotional animals.

After these days of contact, Lin Ming was very concerned about him.

He had been praying in his heart that Fu Xing would not get into trouble, and it would be best if he could stay in school and come back tomorrow.

Lin Ming also tried to use his ability to predict the future to predict what would happen later.

But at the critical moment, this ability failed.

Perhaps because he had interfered with Fu Xing's life, when Lin Ming predicted Fu Xing, he had an unbearable headache and could not predict it at all!

This also made Lin Ming question this ability.

If he could not predict it because the other party had a relationship with him.

Then why could he predict Zhou Wennian, Zhou Mingli, Zhou Chong, Hong Ning and others successfully?

Lin Ming was just an ordinary person.

He would never get the answer.

Time passed.

The heavy rain did not seem to stop.

7 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 9 o'clock...

Fu Xing didn't come back until 10 o'clock in the evening.

Normally, Fu Xing should be home at around 8 o'clock at the latest.

"He should be living in the school."

Feng Xia said this, but her face was full of worry.

"I'll go out and take a look." Fu Zheng suddenly said.

"I'll go too!"

Lin Ming said and was about to catch up.

Fu Zheng said, "Mr. Lin, the rain is too heavy. It's dangerous in the mountains. I don't have an umbrella here. You should wait at home."

Lin Ming took out the flashlight and walked out without even answering Fu Zheng.

With such heavy rain and strong wind, an umbrella would not be of any use.

In addition, because of anxiety, Lin Ming simply rushed out of the native village with a waterproof flashlight.

He and Fu Zheng went along the only road to find Fu Xing.

The two shouted Fu Xing's name as they walked, but received no response.

When he came to the edge of Death Valley, Lin Ming saw a shoe.

A green cloth shoe worn by a child!

He was too familiar with this pair of shoes.

Fu Xing had been wearing this pair of shoes since the day he came to the Tumin Village.

"No..."

Lin Ming's eyes turned red instantly, and his heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles.

He looked at Death Valley, and it was pitch black below, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"It should have fallen when he was in school... Yes, that must be the case!"

Lin Ming was afraid that Fu Zheng would worry, so he hid the green cloth shoe.

Then, like crazy, he used all his strength to rush to Fu Zheng's school.

It was about 1 a.m.

Lin Ming and Fu Zheng knocked on the door of the volunteer teacher Lv Qingqing.

Maybe because the rain was too heavy, Lv Qingqing didn't rest, and the whole house was soaked by rain, and he couldn't sleep at all.

"Teacher Lv, is Fu Xing here?" Lin Ming asked nervously.

"Fu Xing? He went back after school!" Lv Qingqing said.

Lin Ming's heart sank.

Then.

He shouted angrily: "It's raining so hard, why don't you let him go back tomorrow?!"

Lv Qingqing was not very old.

Lin Ming's roar scared her.

But she soon realized that something might have happened.

"Fu Xing said that an uncle came to his house and was very kind to him. He wanted to repay this uncle, so he asked me to help make a big red flower and said he would go back to give it to this uncle."

Lv Qingqing said: "I also advised Fu Xing to stay in school tonight, but he said that the uncle would leave tomorrow. If he didn't go back tonight, he wouldn't be able to give the gift to the uncle."

Hearing these words, Lin Ming almost suffocated!

Uncle?

Apart from him, Lin Ming, where else could there be any uncle!

"Death Valley..."

Lin Ming took out the green cloth shoe.

He ran towards the Death Valley and said, "Hurry! Go to the Death Valley, take the shortest way to the Death Valley!!!"

When Fu Zheng saw the shoe, he understood everything.

His face was pale, but he still held on to the last hope and luck, and rushed to the Death Valley at the fastest speed in his life.

Lu Qingqing knew that something was wrong, so she immediately called other volunteer teachers to go and look for it together.

Lin Ming wanted to go back and call others, but it would take a long time to go back and forth.

A strong anger rose from his heart.

He hated it!

He hated the underdevelopment here!

He hated that there was no mobile phone signal here!

He hated himself even more, why did he give Fu Xing those chocolate pies and compressed biscuits? !

If he was not so good to Fu Xing, would Fu Xing not be so grateful to him and have to go back in the heavy rain to give him a gift?

"Boom!"

Thunder sounded in the sky.

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the muddy mountain.

The heavy rain was even heavier.