Ah, ah, ah, Watermelon Head is truly an angel!
Children are sometimes braver and more upright than most adults.
Adults tell children to be honest and upright, but after experiencing so much themselves, they can no longer believe it.
Thank you, little one, sob, sob, you've helped not just an old man, but our hearts!
The viewers in the live stream sniffled.
Although there are many brats in this world, there are also many little angels.
The existence of these little angels makes them feel
Human cubs are so damn cute! Worth a lifetime!
Similarly.
There are bad people in this world, but there are also many kind people.
And these kind people are one of the reasons they still hold onto their good intentions.
If everyone stops believing in others, then what they transmit will only be the same energy.
What you pass on to children, they will receive; they are pure cubs.
They are also the hope of countless people.
I think the old man probably saw through it and didn't want to trouble them.
The old man appears muddled, but in reality, he sees the clearest. He knows what these people are afraid of and what they are hesitating about.
May the little angel bring some comfort to the old man.
In the live stream.
The little boy with the watermelon head looked at the old grandpa leaning against the tree, then at the empty bottles on the ground, and started helping to pick them up.
One, two, three.
At the same time, the civil police officer who stayed behind walked through the crowd on the street and came to the old man.
Panting, he asked, "Sir, are you alright?"
It wasn't that he was tired from running, but he was anxious.
There were too many people on the street, and he was afraid of bumping into others, which slowed him down.
Cui He patted his abdomen and said, "I'm fine, young man, don't rush."
The civil police officer looked around the old man and, seeing no injuries, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's go to the hospital later, sir."
"What hospital? No, no, I know my own body."
A moment later, the civil police officer who had chased after the suspect returned with the robber.
It was a young man wearing a hooded jacket.
He had dark eyebrows, upturned eyes, and a face as sharp as a knife, giving off a formidable aura.
"That civil police officer was holding him back, and you didn't even apologize to the old man!"
The hooded man didn't look at the old man, staring at the ground with pursed lips, silent.
However, Cui He looked him over carefully and nodded, saying, "So that's where that strong gust of wind came from. It turns out it was such a healthy young man."
"It's alright, it's alright. Who hasn't been impulsive when they were young? It's also my fault for not standing steady."
Cui He chuckled, "If I were twenty years younger, I could walk with the wind, hahaha."
"Come with me."
Since the old man said so, the civil police officer had nothing more to say.
He led the young man away.
The hooded man paused, glanced at the old man, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
Clenching his fists, he followed the civil police officer away.
Seeing that the old man seemed fine, the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed.
Only the mother and son, and another civil police officer remained.
Ten, eleven.
The little boy in overalls with a watermelon head practiced counting while picking up bottles.
After collecting all the bottles into a burlap sack, he dragged the sack to the side of the big tree.
He then pulled his mother to buy a drink and earnestly handed it to the old grandpa.
"Grandpa, you rest well. My mom and I are going to eat now~"
"Alright, alright, thank you, little one."
Cui He smiled and nodded at the child.
What made him come back to life after receiving the news of his sons' accident?
What made him make the changes he was making now?
Perhaps it was the clear, innocent eyes of these children?
Or perhaps it was those eager faces yearning for knowledge?
Or maybe, it was the anticipation and curiosity in the children's eyes for this world that moved him?
They hadn't had a good look at the world yet.
If his grandson were still alive, he would probably be of school age by now.
Not long after, the 120 ambulance arrived.
Cui He waved his hand, refusing to go to the hospital, sticking to his previous statement.
He knew his own body best.
The civil police officer had no choice but to offer to take the old man home.
Cui He smiled, seeing the civil police officer's persistence, and no longer refused.
This civil police officer was only in his twenties, with a youthful face and a faint stubble on his chin.
He held the old man's burlap sack in one hand and supported the old man with the other.
The two slowly walked towards Cui He's home.
They gradually left the bustling streets.
The surrounding lights became dimmer, and the buildings showed signs of peeling paint.
"Sir, why are you so good-tempered?" the young civil police officer couldn't help but ask.
Although the old man was a bit stubborn, he gave him a very good impression.
Whether he was bumped into or faced with the hesitant expressions of the people around him, he remained calm and composed.
"Not good, not good. I'm actually angry, anxious too."
Cui He grinned, "But when I look at you kids, you're even more anxious and lost than I am."
The people by the roadside either hurried past due to bad moods.
Or hesitated due to concerns.
Everyone carried a mountain on their shoulders, with their own reasons.
Even the young man in the hood, who looked like he was about to cry, still maintained a stubborn demeanor.
Every family has its own difficult circumstances. If they had no other choice, who wouldn't want to be someone everyone applauded?
The young civil police officer looked at the old man while watching the road under his feet.
No wonder they say that an elder at home is like a treasure.
These elders, who have accumulated years of experience, have far more knowledge and insight than most people.
"Sir, you truly understand."
Upon hearing this, Cui He shook his head.
If he weren't alone, he wouldn't have been able to achieve this.
If his children were still alive, he would also have concerns.
Perhaps he would have done things he would never have done before because of certain events.
"People are not that simple, nor that complicated," Cui He sighed.
The young civil police officer pondered for a moment, understanding but not fully grasping.
The old man's house was in a small alley.
The road was dimly lit, and Cui He took out a flashlight from his bag to illuminate the ground.
The two walked on the stone path, turning and winding, finally entering a small courtyard.
There was some soil in the courtyard, where a few vegetable seedlings were planted.
The young civil police officer looked at the seemingly drafty house before him and pursed his lips.
After the old man opened the door, he placed the burlap sack on the ground and helped the old man to sit on the bed.
The room was very simple, with only the most basic furniture, and there were many clumps of dirt on the floor.
In a corner of the room, there were many empty bottles and hard cardboard.
He carried the burlap sack from the door and swept the floor with a broom.
He also wanted to ask the old man if he wanted him to cook something for him.
Seeing the old man, he was always reminded of the elders at home.
Because he didn't have time to go back and accompany them, he always wanted to be good to the elders around him.
When the young civil police officer turned around, he found the old man slumped over the table by the bed, sleeping peacefully.
Indeed, after being busy for so long in the afternoon, given the old man's stamina, he must be tired.
He thought for a moment, then decided to have a friend bring over some dishes, and he would call the old man to eat after he cooked.
He would cook a larger portion at once, and the leftovers could be reheated later.
He quietly walked to the door and whispered on the phone to a friend.
"Hey, Hei Zi, I'm at the old man's place now. When you guys come over later, bring some meat and vegetables."
"And bring a bag of rice and a barrel of oil. It's on me."
He had noticed earlier that the kitchen was empty, and the oil and rice were almost gone.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before a voice slowly spoke.
The voice was somewhat hoarse: "Qing Zi, the old man just passed away."
Qing Zi was the young civil police officer's alias.
Upon hearing this, Qing Zi, standing at the door, froze. He quickly ran back into the room and stared blankly at the old man slumped there.
The old man lay there quietly, as if he had fallen asleep.