Lu Zixun stretched out his cold little hand to hold Qu Lingqiang's big hand, raised his face and said firmly: "Uncle, these are the things my mother left for me!"
"Your mother said that she can't give these things to you until you are eighteen years old." Qu Lingqiang explained with some embarrassment.
Lu Zixun's melancholy little eyes blinked: "Uncle, are you sure that the USB flash drive can still release things when I am eighteen years old?"
"This -" Qu Lingqiang didn't know how to answer for a while.
Yes, Zixun is only seven years old this year. He will not turn eighteen until eleven years later. It is hard to say whether this USB flash drive will be usable by then.
"Uncle, electronic products are updated very quickly. What if by the time I turn eighteen, this USB flash drive is too old to hold anything? Then I will never be able to hear what my mother wants to say to me.
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As he spoke, he lowered his head and two hot tears fell on the back of Qu Lingqiang's hand, slowly flowing down the back of his hand and onto the box, blurring out the photos on it.
After being in a stalemate like this for a long time, Qu Lingqiang suddenly became cruel and gritted his teeth: "Forget it, you will know sooner or later anyway. Take it!"
After saying that, he let go of his hand and looked at Lu Zixun with a serious and solemn face: "Zixun, you will be seven years old soon. My uncle believes in you. No matter what happens, you will face it bravely and strongly. Yes.
wrong?"
Lu Zixun was infected by him, and his cold and melancholy face also had a serious expression: "Don't worry, uncle, what other blow can be compared to the death of my mother!"
"Okay, let's go eat first! You can watch after eating."
After saying that, Qu Lingqiang took his slightly cold hand and walked towards the restaurant.
Maybe, all this is God's will, and God deliberately let Zixun know the truth today. Maybe this way, one day he can really find his biological parents. In this case, this child may not be so lonely and indifferent anymore.
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After lunch, Lu Zixun ran to Qu Lingqiang's room without any urgency. The water spilled on the floor and table had been wiped clean by Qu Lingqiang.
He turned on the computer, plugged in the USB flash drive, and then turned on the video.
Qu Lingxue's pale face appeared on the computer screen. She was still wearing a hospital gown and had an oxygen tube inserted into her nose. It should have been recorded in the hospital during the last few days of her life.
"Mom." Lu Zixun stretched out his little hand, touched Qu Lingxue's face on the computer screen, and cried silently.
In the video, Qu Lingxue showed a bright smile with some difficulty: "Zixun baby, when you see this video, you should have passed your 18th birthday. Mom wants to congratulate us, Zixun, for finally growing up.
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"Our Zi Xun should be taller and more handsome than our uncle now, right?"
"It's a pity that mom celebrated your coming-of-age ceremony in this way." As she said that, Qu Lingxue lowered her eyes, feeling a little lonely and sad.
After a while, she raised her head again: "Mom is going to tell you a secret now. After listening to it, you must be brave and strong to accept it, okay?"
Having said this, Qu Lingxue's breathing became a little difficult. She took a deep breath for a while before speaking again.
"Zixun, actually I am not your biological mother. My child suddenly lost fetal movement before giving birth. When I got to the hospital, he had no fetal heartbeat."
"At that time, your father happened to return to China to fight for our marriage. I was afraid that he would be sad and abandon me if he found out, so I asked my sisters in China to buy a child who was just one month old from the human trafficker Aunt Mei. That child is you.
,Zixun."
"Although you are not my mother's biological child, in my mother's heart, you are the baby I gave birth to in my ten-month pregnancy. My child, my mother did not mean to lie to you. You are young and need a good education and growth environment. This secret will not be made public.
, your father will always raise and cultivate you as his own. After all, you are the eldest grandson of the Lu family."
At this point, Qu Lingxue suddenly began to have difficulty breathing again, and her pale face turned red from holding it back. She took a deep breath for a while, and then her face gradually recovered.
"Baby Zixun, my mother may not be able to handle it, so you need to be braver and stronger. Now that you are an adult, you can go find your biological parents. I bought you from a trafficker back then, so you are probably
You were trafficked, or your parents were forced to give you away because of family difficulties."
"Zixun, blood is thicker than water. Don't blame them. No parent wants to be separated from their children unless they have to. They are your only relatives in the world. Go find them! After you find them,
Treat them well."
At this point, Qu Lingxue in the video suddenly began to have difficulty breathing again. This time, it seemed more serious than the previous times. Doctors and nurses hurried over and started rescue work.
The video was also interrupted.
Lu Zixun sat in front of the computer blankly, as if he was stupid, silent and expressionless.
He was not born by his mother? He was actually bought by his mother from a trafficker? How is this possible? No, it is impossible, his mother must be lying to him.
Lu Zixun was so shocked by this huge news that he was in a daze. He staggered and fell into Qu Lingqiang's arms.
Qu Lingqiang was frightened: "Zixun, Zixun, are you okay? Don't scare uncle, he is timid."
With that said, Qu Lingqiang hugged him and prepared to rush out to the hospital.
However, as soon as he stood up, Lu Zixun suddenly opened his eyes weakly, and his whole body seemed a little weak: "Uncle, I'm fine, just lie down for a while and I'll be fine."
"Are you sure? Is everything okay?" Qu Lingqiang looked worried.
"It's really okay. Just put me on the bed! I want to lie down for a while." Lu Zixun insisted.
Qu Lingqiang had no choice but to take him back to the room and lay him gently on the bed: "If you really feel uncomfortable, you must tell your uncle. Your uncle is his only relative."
As he said that, Qu Lingqiang's eyes turned red.
His parents were already in poor health and were deeply affected by the death of his sister. Therefore, they both passed away less than two years after her death.
Lu Zixun should be the only person he is closest to in this world.
Seeing the tears faintly flashing in his uncle's eyes, Lu Zixun couldn't help but lay in his arms and cried.
"Uncle, this is not true. How could I not be my mother's biological child? I don't believe it, I don't believe it."
Qu Lingqiang hugged him and shed tears.
"Zixun, it's true. I was abroad at the time. It was three months after your father came back to China. By the time he came back, you had already passed a hundred days. The doctor who operated on your mother and induced labor and stillbirth was
He is her good friend."
"After your mother was sure that her child was stillborn, she was afraid that your father would be sad if he found out, so before the induction of labor, she contacted good friends in China to help her find the newborn and abandoned child."
"Perhaps everything was God's will. It took the other party two days to buy you from the human trafficker Aunt Mei. I went to China to go through the relevant procedures in person and brought you to your mother in less than a week."
"Your mother stayed in the hospital for a total of six days, and she carried you back when she was discharged. Therefore, everyone at that time thought that you were your mother's biological child."
"Actually, if I hadn't seen the video your mother left for you today, my uncle would have forgotten that you were adopted. Like your mother, your uncle has always thought that you were her child who was born in ten months of pregnancy."