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. They slowly flowed 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 it 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 Zi Xun know the truth today. Maybe this way, maybe 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 opened 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 my mother 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 with his family. 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."