The system takes me to pull hatred

The picture was presented ten years ago.

In the picture, there is a middle-aged farmer with a simple face, holding a short-haired boy with his thick and callous hands, walking to the foot of Fomen Mountain step by step.

The middle-aged farmer took out 200 yuan from his pocket and handed it to a Buddhist disciple.

The Buddhist boy showed a greedy look, and immediately took out a bracelet from his pocket, threw it to the middle-aged farmer, said a few words casually, and left with 200 yuan.

The middle-aged farmer held the bracelet carefully, showed a simple smile, and put it on for the short-haired boy seriously.

The short-haired boy was not interested in this bracelet at all, and cursed the middle-aged farmer from time to time. After all, in those days, 200 yuan was considered a lot of money, so it was a pity to just buy a broken bracelet.

But the middle-aged farmer said it was worth it. In his eyes, it was very lucky to buy his son's safety with 200 yuan.

Regarding this, the short-haired boy couldn't say much, but in his eyes, his father's behavior was undoubtedly the same as brain damage.

Even though he was upset, this bracelet did bring peace to the short-haired boy and saved him from life and death several times, so he always wore it on his body and never took it off.

However, this bracelet did not bring the short-haired boy the right path and direction.

As he grew older, the short-haired boy became more and more irritable, and his ideology became lower and lower. Every day was just fighting, extortion, and nothing else.

After becoming an adult, he eats, drinks, prostitutes and gambles, and commits all kinds of crimes. If his parents disagree with something, they will kick each other with fists and kicks.

Until now, the short-haired boy has grown into Yuan Batian.

A drug addict!

A vampire desperately asking for drugs from his family!
In the eyes of others, a moth of society, a dregs of human beings!
"Then that short-haired boy is me?" Yuan Batian looked at the short-haired boy in the picture and asked tremblingly.

"That's right, that's you, commonly known as a scumbag." Ling Chen's voice quietly rang in Yuan Batian's ear.

Yuan Batian's figure trembled, and he couldn't believe that he would be such a person.

Ling Chen shook his head, and shot another wave of hellfire at Yuan Batian.

The severe pain hit, making Yuan Batian seem to have fallen into lava.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed.

It was a village in the mountains.

There are dozens of families in the village, one of which includes Yuan Batian's family.

At this moment, Yuan Batian's home was filled with sobs.

"Xiaotian, where are you? Come back, okay?" A middle-aged peasant woman kept dialing the number with an old mobile phone, but the empty number on the other end made her cry more and more.

Next to the middle-aged peasant woman, a middle-aged farmer with vicissitudes of life was sitting on a chair, looking at the sky, smoking a cigarette, his eyes full of sadness.

My own son has not been seen for three years, and he does not know whether he is alive or dead.

The whole family is fragmented, only sighs and cries accompany the house.

The neighbors passing by looked at this scene, pointing and pointing, most of them were sorry, but no one came forward to express condolences.

Because they all know what kind of family that is.

"God, I, Yuan Shaotian, have never done a bad thing in my life, why did you treat me like this?" Yuan Shaotian burst into tears as he smoked a cigarette.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

The son does not come home all year round, and his life and death are uncertain. It is really sad to leave him and his wife alone in the vacant house.

At this time, a group of hooligans rushed into the village and came to Yuan Batian's house.

The two leading bastards held wooden sticks, walked up to Yuan Shaotian, and shouted: "Old Bones, have you got the money yet? Quickly pay it back!"

While speaking, the two of them hit Yuan Shaotian with a stick, causing his face to look pained and sweat to protrude from his forehead.

"Can you wait for a few more days, I'll go and collect money for you." Yuan Shaotian didn't fight back, but begged with pain.

"Hehe, you can't think of me as a fool, so I'll leave my words here. Your useless son owes me more than 20 yuan for taking drugs, and you must pay it back today!" A yellow-haired man walked out of the gangsters and said arrogantly.

"If you don't pay back the money, I'll demolish your house!"

"No!" Yuan Shaotian's complexion changed, and he hurriedly said: "The house cannot be demolished, don't worry, I will definitely return the money to you, give me a week, and I will return it to you even if I sell the kidney."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are really a good father by selling your kidneys to your son for taking drugs. Unfortunately, you gave birth to a scumbag son." The yellow-haired man sneered, and left with a group of younger brothers.

"A week later, I will come to get the money. If you can't get it out, your home will be gone!"

Watching the yellow-haired man and others leave, Yuan Shaotian seemed to be sitting on the ground paralyzed, tears welling up again.

He didn't cry because he owed too much money, but because the yellow-haired man said, "I gave birth to a scumbag son".

A few neighbors couldn't stand it any longer, so they came up to comfort him and told Yuan Shaotian to take his wife and run away.

Yuan Shaotian was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head: "No, we can't leave. If we leave, Xiaotian will have nothing when he comes back."

"You can live without a house, but you can't live without a home."

Seeing Yuan Shaotian being so determined, the neighbors looked at each other, sighed, and left one after another without saying anything.

The sky gradually darkened, the night came slowly, and the breeze blew past, leaving only smoke rings.

A week later, Yuan Shaotian and his wife got back 25 yuan and paid off the debt for their son.

Neighbors knew that Yuan Shaotian and his wife both sold a kidney and donated a spinal cord, and just got 25 yuan.

Because of the loss of a kidney and spinal cord, the two are aging very quickly, but they still guard the house, day after day, waiting for their son's return.

half a year...

one year.
two years...

In the third year, Yuan Shaotian's wife passed away. If she hadn't sold her kidneys and donated her spinal cord, she would have lived for at least ten years.

The entire house was accompanied by his wife's departure, leaving only Yuan Shaotian alone.

He was the only one who was still waiting for his son's return at home.

Unfortunately, he didn't wait.

In the second year after his wife died, Yuan Shaotian also died.

Died at home, on the table of a family of three.

After his death, a group of yellow-haired men came and held a funeral for him.

This is a father worthy of their respect!
He is also an upright man!

It's a pity that the last wish has not yet been fulfilled.

Come quietly, go quietly.

A sad life ends with regret
At the end of the screen, Yuan Batian was already crying.

Hot tears fell from his eyes, wet his clothes and the ground, but couldn't wet the regret in his heart.

"Do you understand? Your real crime!" Ling Chen's voice sounded quietly.

"I'm sorry, parents, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you!" Yuan Batian burst into tears, and the heart-piercing grief resounded here.

It turned out that my real crime was not the so-called theft, not the so-called extortion, but making my parents suffer.

When the parents were dying, they still couldn't fulfill their last wish to see their son for the last time.

With regret and sorrow, this is the end of my life.

Scum!

I am a complete scumbag!
At this moment, Yuan Batian really knew his crime!

He regrets it!

Regret what I did!
I regret letting my parents suffer!

Looking at the tragic life of his parents in the picture, Yuan Batian only felt that it was more painful than when he was burned by the fire of hell.

Ling Chen looked at Yuan Batian, and said slowly: "Do you know your crime?"

"I know, but everything can never be the same." Yuan Batian laughed at himself, and there were more tears.

"It is true that everything cannot be done forever, but I can let you wash away your sins." Ling Chen nodded, and suddenly said: "I can let you meet your parents once, let you apologize to your parents, and wash away your sins." For the next mistake, the time limit is 10 minutes."

"As a condition, you cannot be reincarnated, you can only stay in the underworld forever, and endure the burning of hell fire every day."

"Would you like to?"

"I am willing!" Yuan Batian did not hesitate, his eyes were extremely firm.

"What about the fire of hell? The mistakes I made should have been punished by the fire of hell."

"If you can't apologize to your parents, what about reincarnation?"

"Even if it's only for 10 minutes, I'm still willing!"

In the past, Yuan Batian would never have endured this level of pain just to say sorry to his parents.

But now, being able to say sorry to his parents, this pain is like a drop in the ocean in his eyes, too small to be vulnerable.

"I'm very satisfied with your answer, come with me." Ling Chen led Yuan Batian all the way to the upper level of Naihe Bridge.

It's full of very good people here, and there are a few resting seats in the upper aisle.

On one of the rest seats, sat a couple.

They have been on the upper level of Naihe Bridge for two years, but they have no intention of going to the end to drink Mengpo soup.

They have to wait for their son, no matter what.

Looking at the couple from a distance, Yuan Batian's eyes were red, and tears fell down uncontrollably.

These are tears of guilt, but also tears of relief.

Parents are on the upper floor of Naihe Bridge, which means that my parents are extremely kind people. After reincarnation, they can find a wealthy family.

that is really good!
Yuan Batian wiped away his tears, showed a gratified smile, and walked to where his parents were.

As he got closer to his parents, Yuan Batian's heart beat faster and faster. When he walked in front of his parents, he cried again.

Parents, too old.

The rosy face before was now left with vicissitudes.

Yuan Batian's figure trembled, brewing on the spot for a long time, and finally knelt on the ground.

"Mom and Dad, the unfilial son has come to see you!"