Chapter: 237
"No, nothing!" He quickly took the box and envelope in front of Lu Zixun and put everything in.
Lu Zixun stretched out a little cold hand and held Qu Lingqiang's big hand, raised his small face, and said firmly: "Uncle, these are the things my mother left for me!"
"Your mother said that you have to wait until you are eighteen years old before you can give these things to you." Qu Lingqiang explained a little embarrassingly.
Lu Zixun's melancholy small eyes blinked: "Uncle, are you sure that the USB flash drive can release something when I am eighteen?" The genius remembered the Chinese in one second.
"This--" Qu Lingqiang didn't know how to answer for a while.
Yes, Zi Xun is only seven years old this year, and he will be eighteen years later. It is hard to say whether this USB flash drive will be usable then.
"Uncle, electronic products are being updated very quickly. What should I do if the USB flash drive is old and can’t put anything out when I’m 18 years old? Wouldn’t I never be able to hear what my mother wants to say to me? ."
As he said, he lowered his head and two hot tears fell on the back of Qu Lingqiang's hand, and slowly flowed onto the box along the back of his hand, smudging the photo above.
After a stalemate for a long time, Qu Lingqiang suddenly became cruel and gritted his teeth: "Forget it, you will know it sooner or later anyway. Take it!"
After speaking, he released his hand and looked at Lu Zixun with a serious and serious face: "Zixun, you will be seven years old soon. Uncle believes in you. No matter what happens, you will be brave and strong to face it. Yes. wrong?"
Lu Zixun was infected by him, and his indifferent and melancholic little face also had a serious expression: "Don't worry, uncle, what kind of blow can be compared to the death of my mother!"
"Okay, let's go to dinner first! You'll watch it after dinner."
After speaking, Qu Lingqiang took his slightly cool little hand and walked to the restaurant.
Maybe, all of this is God’s will. God deliberately let Zixun know the truth today. That’s good, maybe one day he will be able to find his biological parents. In this way, this child may not be so lonely and indifferent anymore.
After lunch, Lu Zixun rushed to Qu Lingqiang's room, and the water on the ground and on the 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 with an oxygen tube in her nose. She 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: "Baby Zi Xun, when you saw this video, you should have passed your eighteenth birthday, and my mother would like to congratulate our Zi Xun, and finally grown up."
"Our son Xun should be taller than his uncle now, and handsome, right?"
"It's a pity that my mother celebrated the coming-of-age ceremony for you in this way." As she said, Qu Lingxue lowered her eyes, a little lonely and sad.
After a while, she looked up again: "Mom is going to tell you a secret now. After you hear it, you must be brave and strong to accept it, okay?"
Having said this, Qu Lingxue's breathing was a little difficult, she breathed hard for a while before she continued to speak.
"Zixun, in fact, I am not your biological mother. Back then, my child suddenly lost fetal movement before giving birth. He already had a fetal heart rate when I arrived at the hospital."
"At that time, your father happened to return to China to fight for our marriage with his family. I was afraid that he would find out that he was sad and abandon me. Therefore, I asked the domestic sisters to buy a child who was just full moon old from the trafficker Aunt Mei. That child is you. , Zi Xun." JrNovels.com
Lu Zixun stretched out a little cold hand and held Qu Lingqiang's big hand, raised his small face, and said firmly: "Uncle, these are the things my mother left for me!"
"Your mother said that you have to wait until you are eighteen years old before you can give these things to you." Qu Lingqiang explained a little embarrassingly.
Lu Zixun's melancholy small eyes blinked: "Uncle, are you sure that the USB flash drive can release something when I am eighteen?" The genius remembered the Chinese in one second.
"This--" Qu Lingqiang didn't know how to answer for a while.
Yes, Zi Xun is only seven years old this year, and he will be eighteen years later. It is hard to say whether this USB flash drive will be usable then.
"Uncle, electronic products are being updated very quickly. What should I do if the USB flash drive is old and can’t put anything out when I’m 18 years old? Wouldn’t I never be able to hear what my mother wants to say to me? ."
As he said, he lowered his head and two hot tears fell on the back of Qu Lingqiang's hand, and slowly flowed onto the box along the back of his hand, smudging the photo above.
After a stalemate for a long time, Qu Lingqiang suddenly became cruel and gritted his teeth: "Forget it, you will know it sooner or later anyway. Take it!"
After speaking, he released his hand and looked at Lu Zixun with a serious and serious face: "Zixun, you will be seven years old soon. Uncle believes in you. No matter what happens, you will be brave and strong to face it. Yes. wrong?"
Lu Zixun was infected by him, and his indifferent and melancholic little face also had a serious expression: "Don't worry, uncle, what kind of blow can be compared to the death of my mother!"
"Okay, let's go to dinner first! You'll watch it after dinner."
After speaking, Qu Lingqiang took his slightly cool little hand and walked to the restaurant.
Maybe, all of this is God’s will. God deliberately let Zixun know the truth today. That’s good, maybe one day he will be able to find his biological parents. In this way, this child may not be so lonely and indifferent anymore.
After lunch, Lu Zixun rushed to Qu Lingqiang's room, and the water on the ground and on the 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 with an oxygen tube in her nose. She 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: "Baby Zi Xun, when you saw this video, you should have passed your eighteenth birthday, and my mother would like to congratulate our Zi Xun, and finally grown up."
"Our son Xun should be taller than his uncle now, and handsome, right?"
"It's a pity that my mother celebrated the coming-of-age ceremony for you in this way." As she said, Qu Lingxue lowered her eyes, a little lonely and sad.
After a while, she looked up again: "Mom is going to tell you a secret now. After you hear it, you must be brave and strong to accept it, okay?"
Having said this, Qu Lingxue's breathing was a little difficult, she breathed hard for a while before she continued to speak.
"Zixun, in fact, I am not your biological mother. Back then, my child suddenly lost fetal movement before giving birth. He already had a fetal heart rate when I arrived at the hospital."
"At that time, your father happened to return to China to fight for our marriage with his family. I was afraid that he would find out that he was sad and abandon me. Therefore, I asked the domestic sisters to buy a child who was just full moon old from the trafficker Aunt Mei. That child is you. , Zi Xun." JrNovels.com
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