Chapter 3: Grateful for parental love, no regrets in this life
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I opened QQ.
Group messages are bouncing crazily.
I'm very familiar with this group.
The name is very simple.
Bitcoin discussion group.
It was also the place where I first came into contact with the crypto world in my last life.
The group is currently having a heated discussion.
However, they are not discussing Bitcoin.
But it's another new thing.
Weitao.
I heard you can make some money!
Can I withdraw some cash?
I'm planning to try a few accounts!
Group messages are flying by quickly.
Suddenly.
A familiar ID popped up.
Little mule:
Where's my uncle? Where's my uncle?
“Uncle, come out and say a few words!”
I couldn't help but laugh.
These guys.
Still making such a fuss.
There are recent graduates in the group.
There are young people who have just started working.
And a few younger ones.
Always liked to call me—
Uncle.
Sometimes someone also calls me big brother.
At that time, I still thought I was quite mature.
Looking back now.
They are all so young.
And me.
But it felt like someone who had seen the ending in advance.
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I continued to scroll through the chat records.
Saw a familiar name.
Sorghum wine.
This ID has always been very low-key in the group.
Not much talking.
But I have a very deep impression of him.
Because of the previous life.
He did something that shocked the whole group in 2017.
When Ripple was 0.5 yuan.
He bought—
5000000.
At that time, everyone in the group was shocked.
Some say he has gone crazy.
Some say he has guts.
But it wasn't long.
The market suddenly crashed.
Ripple dropped to 5 cents.
Every day in the group, there are his messages.
At first, he still forced himself to say:
“Long-term value.”
“The future of blockchain.”
Later.
One day.
He suddenly said in the group:
“I cleared my inventory.”
After that.
This ID has never spoken again.
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Thinking of this.
I suddenly went silent for a moment.
If in this life.
How can I remind him?
Or.
Take these people along?
This thought just popped up.
The phone suddenly rang.
The ringtone is that old song.
‘Drink a pot of old wine.
Let me turn back.
Turned back and saw.
Mom's tears are flowing...
Two words on the screen.
Mom.
I was stunned for a moment.
Fingers paused on the answer key.
Then hurriedly answered the phone.
“Hey, Mom.”
A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.
“Eldest son, come over for dinner tonight.”
“I made you braised pork.”
My throat suddenly felt a bit tight.
“Hmm... okay.”
“I'll be there soon.”
“I'll be right there, the food is almost ready.”
“What are you busy with all day?”
I glanced at the bottom right corner of the computer.
It was almost five o'clock.
I was stunned.
From the morning until now.
I actually didn't eat a single bite.
But I didn't feel hungry at all.
Maybe because.
I was completely immersed in the shock of rebirth.
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I turned off the computer.
Went downstairs and took a taxi.
The city outside the car window slowly retreated.
Street.
Store.
Passersby.
Everything feels so familiar.
So long overdue.
After more than ten minutes.
The car stopped at the foot of my parents' building.
As soon as I entered the door.
A familiar fragrance rushed toward me.
Braised pork.
There are still a few dishes I love to eat.
Dad was slowly carrying a plate from the kitchen.
The movements are still so slow.
But I don't know why.
This moment.
I suddenly felt everything was particularly precious.
Eyes a bit warm.
I quickly looked down to change my shoes.
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Walked to the kitchen door.
I saw mom was busy.
Wearing an apron.
My hair has some gray.
The soup in the pot is bubbling.
That moment.
My heart felt like it was suddenly twisted by something.
The previous life.
Mom passed away in 2016.
Sudden heart attack.
So sudden.
At that time, I was at my father-in-law's house in Hunan.
When I received the call.
I was completely confused.
I bought a ticket back overnight.
But in the end—
Still didn't get to see her one last time.
That incident.
Became my lifelong regret.
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“The eldest son is here?”
Mom turned to look at me.
“Go eat first.”
“Just one soup left.”
I quickly said “Hmm.”
Quickly turned my head.
Dared not let her see my eyes.
The previous life.
I was busy making money.
Busy with the company.
Busy with socializing.
Rarely accompany them.
Mom visits my house every time.
They all helped me clean.
Mopping the floor.
Tidying up the house.
People over seventy.
Still worrying about me.
And what about me?
Always facing the computer.
Facing the phone.
Talking absentmindedly.
Until the day mom really left.
I suddenly understood.
So that's it.
My world has collapsed.
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I gritted my teeth.
I said harshly to myself in my heart:
This life.
Absolutely cannot let such things happen again.
I want to make money.
Make money as soon as possible.
Spare no effort to make money.
Let mom and dad live a truly easy life.
No longer worry about me.
No longer worry about money.
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“What are you standing there for?”
Mom's voice brought me back to reality.
“Hurry up and eat.”
I quickly nodded.
“My brother said he would come too.”
I mumbled something.
“He said later.”
“The storeroom is checking stock.”
“Let's eat first.”
I walked to the dining table and sat down.
Picked up the chopsticks.
Dad sat down leisurely across from me.
Gave me a glance.
“Xiaoyu.”
“Want to drink a little?”
I nodded.
“Dad.”
“Let's have a drink, just the two of us.”
I poured him a glass.
Filled it up for myself again.
The wine glass just lifted.
Suddenly, there was a ring from the doorbell at the entrance.
Ding Dong.
Ding Dong.
Ding Dong.
Should be my younger brother's family coming.
I put down my wine glass.
Got up to open the door.
At that moment.
I suddenly had a strange feeling.
It seems like a second life given to me by fate.
It has officially started.
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The moment the doorknob turned.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
Perhaps.
In this life, I can not only change my own fate.
Can change the fate of many people.
For example—
The brothers in that QQ group.
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As the saying goes:
The heaviest in the world is maternal love.
Parents are still watching over.
Waiting for a lonely shadow under the moon.
Gold and jade are plentiful, the north wind is cold.