The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

The dead tree was buried deep in the river.

Death Valley is not a cave entrance, it also has an edge.

To the west of the school is the entrance to Death Valley, where you can enter the interior of Death Valley.

But the road there is more difficult to walk, you have to cross mountains and pass many obstacles.

It may be safer than the original road, but if you go there, the children in the surrounding villages will hardly go to school, and the journey alone will take six or seven hours.

And now, in order to enter Death Valley, Lin Ming and others can only choose to go there.

Around 7 o'clock in the morning.

The ground was completely soaked by rain.

Lin Ming and others dug a pit with each step, and the yellow mud almost submerged their ankles.

Almost everyone was scratched by the thorny vegetation, but no one cared.

Braving the heavy rain, they entered the Death Valley.

Lin Ming saw a big red flower.

It was folded with old paper and covered with red paint, which was out of tune with the surrounding scenery.

Under the beating of the rain, the big red flower had been completely deformed, like a life that was withering.

He walked over trembling, picked up the big red flower gently, and held it in his hands like a treasure.

"Can I call you uncle?"

"Uncle, you are so beautiful!"

"My name is Fu Xing, Xing of Xingxing!"

"Uncle, my mother stewed bacon!"

"Uncle, is this chocolate?"

"Uncle, will you come again in the future?"

"Uncle..."

Fu Xing's childish "uncle" echoed in his ears over and over again.

The intense heartache made Lin Ming unable to breathe.

He had never thought that he would feel so bad because of a child he had only known for a few days.

"Here!"

Lv Qingqing's voice suddenly came from a distance.

Lin Ming was shocked and ran over there immediately.

Soon, he saw Fu Xing in Fu Zheng's arms.

What impressed Lin Ming most about Fu Xing was his two bright eyes that looked like stars.

But at this moment, he closed his eyes and lay quietly in Fu Zheng's arms.

"No... No!!!"

Lin Ming looked crazy.

He rushed over and shook Fu Xing frantically.

"Little guy, open your eyes and look at who I am?"

"I am your Uncle Lin!"

"Aren't you going to give your uncle a gift?"

"Uncle has some delicious food here, all of which you haven't eaten. Uncle saved them for you."

"Get up..."

"Fu Xing! Get up and look at me, get up!!!"

Tears kept pouring out.

Lin Ming kept shouting hysterically in Fu Xing's ear.

"Let me see."

A male volunteer teacher ran over from behind.

He checked and suddenly shouted: "The breath is very weak, but the pulse is still beating. He is not dead! He is still alive!"

Lin Ming was stunned.

Then he said ecstatically: "Fu Zheng, take him to the foot of the mountain. Our car is parked there. I will go to the village to find the driver!"

When Fu Zheng stood up with Fu Xing in his arms, Lin Ming discovered that Fu Xing's clothes on the back had been torn, and there was a hideous scar from his back, and blood was constantly flowing out.

All this came into view, and Lin Ming immediately understood what was going on.

It must be that when Fu Xing fell down, he was caught by the big tree growing on the cliff.

Although Fu Xing was scratched, it was precisely because of this that Fu Xing did not fall to death directly!

"God bless, God bless..."

Lin Ming murmured while running.

When he returned to the Tumin Village, found the driver of the Coaster, and then drove Fu Xing to Daguang County Hospital.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

He even forgot about his fatigue.

It was not until the doctor came out and told them that Fu Xing's injuries had stabilized and there would be no major problems that Lin Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

...

There was a little signal in Daguang County.

It was 8 o'clock in the evening.

Lin Ming hung up the call from Zhou Mingli.

Probably just to ask about Fu Xing's injuries.

When Lin Ming went to find the Coaster driver, they already knew that Fu Xing fell into the Death Valley.

It was at this time that Fu Xing finally opened his eyes.

"Child!" Fu Zheng rushed over.

Lin Ming was also completely relieved: "Smelly boy, you finally woke up!"

"Am I dead?" Fu Xing asked disappointedly.

"Pfft, ptff, stop talking nonsense!"

Lin Ming blamed: "You didn't die, but you almost scared us to death!"

After saying that

, he took out the big red flower soaked by rain, and his tone became gentle.

"Thank you for your gift, uncle received it."

"It's all withered..."

Fu Xing still sounded very weak.

According to the doctor, he had 26 stitches on his back and could only lie on his side or lie prone.

But this tenacious ten-year-old boy has never cried out in pain since he woke up.

"Silly child, just for a flower, do you think you are worth it?" Lin Ming sighed.

Fu Xing showed a mouthful of white teeth: "The teacher said that Landao City is very far away from us, and I am afraid that I will never see my uncle again. I want to give this big red flower to my uncle, so that when he sees it in the future, he can also think of me."

Lin Ming lowered his head and kissed Fu Xing on the center of his eyebrows.

"Uncle will not forget you, never."

...

The next day, Coster took Lin Ming back to the Tumin Village.

Fu Xing was taken care of by Fu Zheng.

Lin Ming has already paid for the medical expenses.

Because of the heavy rain and Fu Xing's matter, Zhou Mingli and others also postponed their trip back to Landao City.

After hearing that Lin Ming had returned, Zhou Mingli, Xu Ye and others all went to the village entrance to visit him.

Until the end, only Zhao Yijin was left here.

"Your face is scratched."

Zhao Yijin took out a band-aid and planned to put it on Lin Ming.

"I'll do it myself."

Lin Ming took the band-aid.

At any time, he didn't want to be too intimate with Zhao Yijin.

Or rather.

Except for Chen Jia, he would not be too intimate with any woman.

"Is a child you have only known for a few days worth risking your life to find him?" Zhao Yijin said.

Maybe Xu Ye and others were just being polite.

But she was really worried.

Just the heavy rain the night before yesterday, Lin Ming ran around in the rain all night.

Zhao Yijin felt thrilling just thinking about it.

"If I hadn't had a flashlight last night, a life would have been lost in vain!"

Lin Ming said: "Fu Xing came back in the rain to give me a gift. Do you think it's wrong for me to go find him?"

"But that's too dangerous!"

Zhao Yijin couldn't help but said: "If Chen Jia was here, I'd probably want to beat you up!"

"It's still a problem of conditions. This place is really too backward."

Lin Ming gritted his teeth and said: "If Fu Xing had a flashlight, if the road here was not so rugged, if a bridge had been built in Death Valley, if Fu Zheng also had a mobile phone, if there was a signal here... then all this would not happen!"

All the "ifs" are the simplest and most common things for other provinces and cities.

But here, it's harder than climbing to the sky.

After experiencing Fu Xing's incident, Lin Ming became more determined to support these poor mountainous areas.

There is not only one Fu Xing in China, nor is there only one native village!

While doing good deeds, Lin Ming is also accumulating virtue for himself and his family.

If we really want to say what his purpose is, then perhaps...

It is to hope that God can keep the ability to predict the future for him, so that he can make more money and do more good deeds!