Xiao Wang, who is also a woman, thought Uncle Li was very cold, so he added a quilt for him.

Although the two quilts were heavy, this real feeling made Uncle Li realize so clearly that he was still alive.

He likes this feeling.

...

The shaking of his body slowly stopped.

So even though he felt a little uncomfortable, he didn't let Xiao Wang take off the quilt that was added later.

…

Noticing that the young man in front of him was about to speak, the inexplicable nervousness and fear caused the old man to speak hastily and interrupt the young man's unspoken words.

"that……"

The old man's tone was a bit urgent and panicked, and his voice was sharp, with a hint of sadness.

The old and yellowed hands were ragged with veins, almost breaking through the shackles of the skin and jumping out.

"When I woke up this time, I felt like I was in another world."

"When I saw Xiao Wang, I felt a little strange."

"Oh, Xiao Wang is my wife."

"She is still very young, unlike me, a bad old man."

The old man began to chatter, looking a little dazed.

"Two years ago, I won the lottery."

"I have a lot of money."

"I'm very high-spirited. I have a new house and a new wife."

"I thought my fortune was in good hands, and I thought the rest of my life would be smooth sailing."

"After all, I have so much money."

"But God is so cruel."

"Too cruel……"

The old man murmured and repeated it several times.

"He gave me endless money, but he wanted to take away my life!"

"Then, what's the use of having so much money?!"

The old man became excited, his eyes turned red, and his chest rose and fell violently, like an old bellows, making a noisy and harsh sound.

The old man was panting like an ox.

Like an old beast that has been cornered, its back is deeply arched, and its whole body exudes an aura of despair.

…

"Xiao Wang is pregnant."

The old man who finally regained his breath said suddenly.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

A cheerful smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"I am very happy."

"I thought I wouldn't have any more kids."

"I'm not qualified."

…

"That kid...he always comes to me."

"I always dream about him."

"So little."

"It's covered in blood, like a broken doll."

"It should, no, it definitely hurt a lot, but the child didn't make a sound at all."

"...He is obviously a child who will cry for a long time if he falls down."

"I wanted to tell him not to cry, but I couldn't."

"Because he didn't cry."

"But she seemed to be crying again, and she was crying very sadly."

"He told me that he was in a lot of pain, a lot of pain."

"I know, I want to comfort him."

The old man was a little incoherent, panicked and at a loss, and his whole body was stiff. "But I am a slow-talker and I don't know what to say to comfort the child."

"I want to hug him."

"But I saw him lying on the ground covered in blood."

"Keep your eyes closed."

"No sound."

"I'm scared."

"I'm really scared."

The old man's voice was low, hoarse and dry, as tight as a taut string. It would break with a "pop" sound at some point, which was very painful to one's ears.

The listener's heart was also high because of the old man's neurotic nervousness, and he felt a sense of suspended insecurity and panic.

…

"But I have a child again."

"Everything is different."

The old man's expression calmed down, "My child..."

"Does this mean my mistakes will be forgiven?"

…

"That mistake ruined my family and made me live in confusion for most of my life."

"My life is almost ruined."

…

"I won the prize just for this child who is still in my mother's belly?"

"This child is my atonement."

"Do I... also have a chance to go to heaven?"

The old man's eyes revealed a bit of yearning and longing, and his lips moved, "I thought I would definitely go to the eighteenth level of hell."

"Because of my negligence, my child died."

"I killed my child."

"However, there is always a way out."

"As long as I take good care of this child, can I make up for the sins I committed before?"

"As long as I take good care of this child, I won't go to hell?"

"Yes or no……"

…

"so-"

The old man stopped talking and grabbed the sleeve of the young man in front of him.

With great strength that is not suitable for his sickly body.

"I don't want to die!"

"I can't die now!"

"I haven't done anything yet, I haven't made up for anything yet..."

"How could I end my life like this?"

"How could this be?"

"Can't!"

"I don't want to go to hell."
To be continued...