All kinds of netizens were complaining, but no one was willing to help the migrant worker's family. How regrettable it was. Looking at the hundreds of pages of saliva comments below, Lin Zifeng smiled helplessly. These guys who only sprayed all kinds of verbal wars on the Internet, but no one was really willing to take action, just smiled coldly at them.

Looking at the clear sky outside and the ominous city appearance, Lin Zifeng laughed again while mocking himself. If he hadn't come back and hadn't seen what he is now, maybe Lin Zifeng wouldn't care at all, but it's different now. Since he has returned to China and has seen these unequal things with his own eyes, he has to lend a helping hand to help them. Although he knows that his personal abilities are always limited, he can do his best, so why is he not willing to help them?

If everyone thinks that personal abilities are limited, then who will maintain this world?

Furthermore, when he saw the childish little boy on the web page rushing to his father's body and crying heartbrokenly, Lin Zifeng couldn't help but burst into tears, because his parents had already left him, and only after losing him can he know how to cherish and value more.

It was fine all afternoon, and Lin Zifeng went back early. He called Li Lin and told him that if he had something to do in the evening, he might have gone there. The little girl was not angry either. She was very obedient and forgave Lin Zifeng forgave another appointment.

He also repeatedly told Lin Zifeng to smoke less cigarettes, which was not good for his health, which made Lin Zifeng's long-lost warmth suddenly come to life.

When night fell again, Lin Zifeng finally found the family of the persecuted person according to the content provided online.

Looking at the small rental house less than ten square meters in front of him, you can imagine how unsatisfactory these migrant workers were. Before they got close, Lin Zifeng heard the faint crying and moaning in the house.

It is still clearly heard from hundreds of meters, and it looks particularly desolate under the evening breeze.

There was no one around for several miles, only seven or eight small houses were scattered, and they were built with the same kind of shed.

Through the window of the work shed, the body of a middle-aged man was quietly placed on the bed in the room. The body was very quiet and peaceful. A woman was kneeling beside the body, looking very vicissitudes, and more of it was desolate. A little boy about six years old was lying on the body of a middle-aged man, howling and crying. The scene was so desolate. Perhaps it was because of lack of money that my father's body had been placed at home for two days. In such hot weather, if the body was not sealed well, it would probably be corrosive and smelly. For such families who work outside, where can they have money to buy ice coffins for their father? Generally, the salary for working when they go out is usually suppressed by the boss, and it is only paid once during the Chinese New Year.

I would like to ask a little boy who lost his fatherly love when he was underage but lost his fatherly love when he was young. How could he, a little boy, afford such an invisible blow?

Looking at his father lying quietly on the cold wooden bed, the little boy had already cried and howled, and his throat gradually became hoarse due to crying. He fainted several times, but every time he woke up, he looked forward to his father being able to survive again. Unfortunately, all this no longer exists. He always thinks about what delicious food he would bring to him every time he came home from school and waited for his father to get off work. But now and even in the future, he can no longer enjoy the care of fatherly love.

"Dad! I beg you to hit me again, I beg you to see if I can do it? Dad! I don't want to lose you, please wake up, mom and I need you, woo..." The little boy shook the middle-aged man's body desperately, but every time he shook, the man's cold body just swayed slightly and never resurrected.

"Dad, I don't want you to leave me. I beg you to come back, okay? Junjun cannot be without dad. Dad, get up and hit me again, get up and scold me again." The little boy cried very sadly, and his whole fair and tender face had completely turned into tears at this time.

He pounced on his father's body and let his mother stop him, but he still couldn't stop the little boy's stubbornness.

The woman is not much better than the little boy. She has deep tears hanging in her eyes. She has been waiting quietly while the little boy is moving forward, crying silently because she needs to persevere. If she just falls down like this, who will take care of her own children?

"Dad, do you still remember what you promised me last month? You said that if I could get three percent of my academic performance, you would take me out to climb the mountain. Dad, look, Junjun has now got it, Junjun has now got it, Dad, get up, get up and take a look!" The little boy became more and more excited as he spoke, and he shook the body on the wooden bed desperately, but every time he shook his father's body, he was still cold, and he didn't even move his fingers.

In the end, the little boy was completely desperate. Looking at his father's kindness, he hoped that his father would come back to life again. He hoped that his father had promised him to get up and see him, even if he beat him up, he would be happy.

Feeling the evening breeze outside, the little boy subconsciously shook his body. A young face like a porcelain doll with tears from the tears just after crying, hurriedly pounced on his father's body, murmured: "Dad, the weather is cold, don't freeze, Junjun will give you warmth. I remember when Junjun was cold when he was a child, Dad, you always warm me up the bed. This time Junjun will warm me up." As he said, a six-year-old child crawled onto his father's body with tears on his face. The tender voice seemed to hurt Lin Zifeng's heart like a sharp knife, which inevitably evoked the memory deep in his heart that could not be looked back on.

Seeing the little boy hunching his weak body quietly huddled beside his father's body, and his throat kept calling his father, the scene made people feel tears in their eyes

Such a young child actually has such a strong relationship with his father, which is enough to show the deep affection between father and son.

Lin Zifeng couldn't help but feel a hint of sadness and anger on his face, and his tightly clenched fists had already shone with a pale luster.

He did not continue watching, but chose to leave silently. He knew what he should do for the little boy's house tonight.

Although personal abilities are limited, if everyone can be like him, there will definitely be no problem of weak abilities.

When the night became darker again, Lin Zifeng's desolate figure had already slipped into a construction building. Looking at the building holding a long safety banner, Lin Zifeng smiled coldly.

In the dark night, Lin Zifeng sneaked into the building silently like a ghost.
Chapter completed!