bookrandom Chapter 315 Those who listened to the old man's inner thoughts went mad with killing (6)
Chapter 315 Those who listened to the old man's inner thoughts went mad with killing (6)
Su Dingding gazed at the sunset on the horizon and coughed lightly a few times.
She sighed inwardly, thinking that his biological father was now in his seventies or eighties and living a good life, so why bother him?
"Perhaps the fortune teller was right. I am destined to bring misfortune to my father and financial ruin throughout my life. Otherwise, my adoptive father would not have died young, and I would not have lived a life of poverty and deterioration, with my adopted son imprisoned. As a human being, I am truly a failure. It would be best if I could just grow old alone. Why should I burden others?"
Hearing Su Dingding's heartfelt words, more and more people began to feel sorry for her.
It's so pitiful, who are Zhao Laogeng's biological parents?
Because everyone knows he is illiterate, the comments section was filled with various opinions and was quite lively.
After some analysis, everyone concluded that due to the inconvenient transportation at that time, Zhao Laogeng's biological parents should be in one of the nearby counties, not too far away.
Based on his age and the fact that he has six fingers, we should go back and ask the elders in his family; perhaps they can find some clues.
Some villagers also watched Su Dingding's live stream and told the village chief about it.
The village chief, a highly respected figure, recalled that when the Zhao family had just brought Zhao Laogeng back, the clothes he wore and the small blanket wrapped around him were made of the finest materials.
“Zhao Laogeng’s biological parents must have been wealthy, and they didn’t want him because he had six fingers,” the village chief said.
Hearing their analysis, Aunt Pang sighed and said, "There are seven of us brothers and sisters in our family. We were dirt poor. My parents never said they would give any of us away. Rich people are so heartless. So what if I have six fingers? I'm not blind or lame. It doesn't affect anything. They just gave us away like that."
The village chief, puffing on his pipe, reminisced about events from over fifty years ago and suddenly said, "I remember now, the person who acted as matchmaker back then was Song the Lai-Zi from town!"
They were busy looking for people, and netizens were asking their elders.
Gangzi hadn't held out much hope, thinking he'd leave a comment during the next live stream. But the power of netizens is boundless; they actually found a clue in just two days.
Although it's uncertain, some of them did hear about it from their elders.
Upon hearing the word "landlord," netizens erupted once again.
The landlord must have been a wealthy man, yet he gave away his own son because of a fortune teller's prediction!
It was a feudal society after all, too superstitious.
Zhao Laogeng's biological father, Song Changqing, is now seventy-nine years old. He has never suffered any hardship in his life, so he is in good health and has many children and grandchildren.
He bought a courtyard house in the city. His first wife died, and now he lives with one of his concubines.
When Song Changqing was young, he was a lecher. Zhao Laogeng's biological mother was a maid in his family. She was only seventeen years old at the time and had some beauty. He deliberately abused her when he was drunk.
As it turned out, the girl got pregnant. He had planned to take her as a concubine if she gave birth to a son.
Who knew that the child would be born with six fingers? Song Changqing's first wife then consulted a fortune teller.
The fortune teller took the money and spouted nonsense. The perfectly good child was given away, and Zhao Laogeng's own mother was also said to be an evil spirit. She was beaten to death with sticks during the exorcism.
The story was told by Gangzi, but it is true.
Song Changqing had three sons and four daughters. Decades have passed, and he no longer remembers having such a six-fingered son.
He was sitting in a rocking chair, listening to a tune and basking in the sun in the yard, when his grandson, Song Haoxuan, rushed in from outside.
"Grandpa, did you have a son with six fingers with a girl?" Song Haoxuan asked.
Song Changqing opened his eyes, and distant memories flooded his mind.
No one had mentioned the six-fingered child to him in all these years; he had almost forgotten about him!
"You've heard that's nonsense?"
"Is it really true? That's what's being said online. That six-fingered kid is over fifty years old now, and his name is Zhao Laogeng, right?" Song Haoxuan asked, somewhat agitated.
"Zhao Laogeng?" Song Changqing was also taken aback.
He had heard of that name before. His daughter-in-law had even shown him a video a while ago, saying that Zhao Laogeng looked a bit like him!
Could it be?
Song Changqing was stunned. Zhao Laogeng was that six-fingered child!
Seeing his expression suddenly turn ugly, Song Haoxuan immediately shouted angrily, "It really is you!"
Song Changqing didn't know what to say. His third daughter and second son also called back one after another to inquire about the matter.
The matter escalated, and it seemed that more and more people were finding out about it.
Song Changqing no longer dared to go out on the street, because people kept asking him why he abandoned his son back then.
This made him very depressed, and even his own children urged him to visit Zhao Laogeng.
The whole family was doing well, and they didn't mind supporting one more person.
After all, they were members of the Song family, and they couldn't bear to see him wandering alone in misery.
Upon hearing their idea, Song Changqing was the first to object, "No way! The reason our family has been so well-off all these years is because we sent him away. Otherwise, where would you get such a good life?"
“Dad, you’re really old-fashioned. I don’t believe that if we bring Zhao Laogeng back, we’ll never have a good life.”
"That's right. Zhao Laogeng is such a kind person. He suffered all his life. Let him come back and enjoy his life and feel the warmth of his family."
The second son, third daughter, and fourth daughter all felt that they should be brought back.
The third son and second daughter disagreed.
“Bringing him back would be a huge problem. He’s a country bumpkin who’s never been to school. He’d be laughed at to death.”
“I don’t agree either. My daughter is getting married next month. What’s the point of him coming back now?”
The eldest son and eldest daughter, however, had serious expressions.
"I think it would be more practical to send him some money."
“I support my brother’s idea. Giving him money so he can live in his familiar environment without disturbing each other is a good thing.”
Song Changqing's eldest grandson immediately said, "I've watched Zhao Laogeng's live stream. He's too lonely by himself. Our family has thirty or forty members, young and old. Why can't we have one more person like him?"
Some people agreed, some disagreed, and the whole room was in an uproar.
Just then, someone started banging on the door.
"Song Changqing, if you're home, come out right now! We need to get an explanation for Zhao Laogeng!"
A large crowd spontaneously gathered outside the door, including Aunt Pang and the village chief's son.
Two hours ago, Su Dingding went live again.
In the live stream, his cough worsened.
He was in his fifties but looked like an eighty or ninety-year-old man.
He sat in the desolate courtyard weaving baskets, his heart filled with even more sorrow.
"My health is deteriorating day by day. I don't know if my departure, with my six fingers, will make their lives any easier. I'm all alone in this courtyard. If I die, no one will even know. Before I pass away, I wonder if I'll be able to see my family one last time?"
"Sigh, stop dreaming. I'm just a useless old codger. Why would they want to see me? They'd rather avoid me than not. Oh well, I'll just stay here and suffer..."
"Cough cough cough... It's getting cold again. I wonder how Xiao Bo is doing in there. Does he have a cotton coat? I'm such a failure. I've failed as a father and a son. What's the point of living?"
These heartfelt words brought tears to many people's eyes. Why can't such kind people have happiness?
So, netizens spontaneously formed a condemnation team to seek justice for Zhao Laogeng!