Chapter 505 Your son and daughter won’t support you
"Your children are unfilial to you?" Yun Qiuce asked.
The old man nodded and burst into tears instantly, "My son and daughter are about the same age as you, and they are about to start a family. I have worked so hard to raise them so easily. Now that no one cares about me when I am old, I will die."
My leg was broken before, and no one was willing to operate on me. I was admitted to the hospital, and they said they would give up treatment. I was pissed to death."
As Wang Pinggui spoke, he beat his chest and stamped his feet, his eyes slowly turned pitch black, and his strong anger and resentment was released, almost threatening to turn into a vicious ghost.
Yun Qi tilted her head to look at him. She waited until Yun Qiuce reminded her, then lazily took out a magic talisman and put it on Wang Pinggui's forehead, causing Wang Pinggui to return to normal.
Wang Pinggui saw Yun Qi's cold attitude and immediately burst into tears. He even sat down on the ground and clapped his hands on the ground, looking really pitiful.
Yun Qiuce asked in a low voice: "Xiao Qi, why do I think you are so cold to him? Do you dislike him?"
"This man has a ruthless and ungrateful appearance. Even if his children are unfilial, there must be a reason."
After Yun Qi finished speaking, she said to Wang Pinggui:
"Nothing in this world can go as you wish. You can't complain if you are not satisfied at all. What's more, they are your children. Since they are dead, it is wrong to wait for the evil to happen. You escape privately and even plan to take revenge. This is not right.
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Wang Pinggui didn't expect Yun Qi to say that. He thought anyone would be sad and angry when they heard what happened to him.
"You little master looks so cute, but what you say is so cold and heartless! I am so pissed off by my children, and you don't even care, why are you a mysterious master like this?"
"No matter how big the conflicts were in the past, if a person dies, you just burn a stick of incense for him and send him on his way."
An old lady walked up to the side and said, "You just threw away your dad's things? What a big deal, your dad doesn't even want them anymore."
Several nearby villagers came out, walking slowly.
The next day, Wang Pingfu called Wang Pinggui's son and daughter, as well as his wife.
The son bit his lip and continued throwing things without saying a word.
It was here that he passed away, and his bed and wheelchair were still left in the large empty house.
Yun Qiuce shook his head, "Xiao Qi, I think Wang Pinggui is quite resentful. I guess he won't just stay where he is and wait for trouble."
After saying that, the son and daughter went to pack their things obediently.
The son and daughter looked at each other and turned their heads, "Uncle, there are some things you don't know so don't ask. My father died tragically, but I feel quite calm. I have no thoughts and I don't feel sorry for him."
Wang Pingfu nodded, then suddenly turned his head, "You must regret that your father died alone, right? After all, he was still your father."
Neither son nor daughter said a word.
The speaker was Wang Pingfu, who worked at Dongtou Primary School and was the same generation as Wang Pinggui.
Wang Pingfu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly rushed out with a scream, and behind him, a black mist came straight towards him and instantly merged into his body.
Wang Pinggui's daughter was younger, in her early twenties, and was young and energetic. She immediately started arguing: "It's enough that we can give him living expenses and bury him. We don't want to do anything else."
Wang Pinggui made no movement at this time, but waited quietly. Sure enough, the other party slowly came to the door of his room, opened the door, and took a look at the messy bed, with some fear in his eyes:
"If you ask me, you are being unfilial. No matter what you say, he is still your father. Without him, would you two be alive?"
"Today's young people don't know how to be grateful. Those things are in the past. Who hasn't made mistakes?"
"I..." Wang Pinggui glared at the two of them. Seeing that Yun Qi really had no intention of helping him, he could only glare at them resentfully and float out of the window.
After Wang Pinggui's son and daughter had packed up their things, they took them to the trash can outside the door, sorted them one by one and threw them inside.
After a few seconds, the other party finally touched the switch and turned on the headlights, illuminating the empty room.
The empty wheelchair started to creak and turn, as if in response to his words.
Wang Pinggui's ex-wife, whose name is Zhao Yanhong, said disdainfully: "Throw them all away. There is no use keeping these things."
Wang Pingfu stood at the door, the sunlight coming from behind him was mostly blocked, and his face and expression could not be seen clearly in the backlight.
Suddenly the door outside was opened, and the light of the flashlight shone in. The man's legs and feet were not very good, and he was obviously groping for the light switch.
"Pinggui, I know you were a little resentful when you left, but you don't blame others. Even if you leave, you should be reincarnated as a good person in your next life. I will find someone to throw your bed away for you tomorrow, but don't blame me.
If your son and daughter don’t support you, I won’t be the one bringing you food these days.”
Wang Pingfu's eyes twitched and he smiled, "Oh, that's right, you just left him alone after he got sick."
Yun Qi nodded, "Uncle is right, he will definitely take revenge. I just want to see what he will do."
Wang Pingfu's eyes instantly turned pitch black, then slowly became clear again. He blinked, then lowered his head, and let out a dull sneer from deep in his throat.
After hesitating in place for a long time, he could only go back to the place where he lived before his death.
"These are the bedding and mattresses that Pinggui used before his death, and some of the daily necessities he left behind. What do you want to do with them?"
It was an abandoned house at the east end of the village. It used to be the office of a company. Now everyone has moved away, leaving only an empty house.
The son stretched out his hand to pull his sister, and then said to Wang Pingfu: "Thank you, uncle, we will do it later."
After Wang Pinggui left Yun Qi's home, he was filled with resentment, but he had not yet decided where to go.
After Wang Pingfu finished speaking, he suddenly heard some movement and looked blankly at the wheelchair.
Wang Pinggui looked bored and sat in the wheelchair again. The wheelchair turned around, just like his restless heart at the moment.
After Wang Pinggui was abandoned by his son and daughter, the village arranged for him to live here because of his poor legs and feet. Wang Pingfu happened to work nearby and sent him meals every now and then.
Yun Qiuce crossed his arms and asked with a sneer:
"I think you are dead, and you are still very energetic. You are really angry to death. Your child is unfilial, and you have problems yourself. It must be that you have not educated well. Xiao Qi has said so, there must be something wrong.
For her reason, you should leave."
Of course, Wang Pinggui's children still paid some living expenses, but they just didn't come to take care of him.
Wang Pinggui got up from the ground and pointed at Yun Qi angrily.
How much younger is my daughter? She is more impulsive. She raised her head angrily and said, "It won't hurt unless the knife cuts on me..."
Before she finished speaking, she screamed and staggered back a few steps.
Only then did the elder brother react and looked up.
I found that everyone standing in front of me had black eyes and walked like zombies.
