Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The middle-aged man pointed to the jasmine tree in his yard and said, in fact, the deeper meaning is that the third floor is already high enough.

"Dad, what are you talking about? The homestead I approved is a four-story building. You asked me to build one less floor. If I have a child in the future, what will happen if the child gets married?"

Fu Sheng's face was not very good-looking, he knew that his father valued his own jasmine tree.

But a tree, after all, is just a piece of wood, so what's the use of hitting it again when it grows long.

You can't let yourself build a layer less because of the tree.

"Son, it's true to say that, but this tree has sheltered our family from wind and rain for generations. On the day you were born, it was raining heavily at our house, and the house was about to collapse..."

Don't wait for the middle-aged man to finish speaking.

Fu Sheng waved his hand and interrupted, his father's words, waved his hand and said;

"Okay, okay, you've said it hundreds of times, didn't you see that the canopy of this tree was covered to protect our old house? Tsk, I'm tired of hearing it, I'm I told you, don’t be confused, you were wrong at the time.”

Seeing that his child didn't want to listen, the middle-aged man frowned with anger.

"I don't care, let me tell you, you can only build three floors, and don't cover the remaining one!"

"No, you won't build it if you say it won't be covered, and I'll cover it."

For a while, the father and son quarreled fiercely and almost got into a ball.

The surrounding workers rushed over to persuade the fight.

Fu Sheng's girlfriend who is about to get married also came, and Fu Sheng's mother also pulled Fu Sheng away.

Fu Sheng, who was pulled away, became more and more annoyed the more he thought about it, and while his father was not paying attention, he picked up an ax and rushed to the top of the third floor.

He picked up the ax and slashed at the tree trunk blocking his house.

When Fu Sheng's father found out, he almost fainted from anger.

It turned out that under Fusheng's hacking, many irrelevant branches were also cut off on the top of the tree.

Some of those tree trunks are already as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

The huge canopy was cut to pieces by Fu Sheng.

Because of this matter, Fu Sheng's father almost got into a fight with Fu Sheng again.

Everyone talked and talked, and then they calmed down.

Fu Sheng also honestly admitted his mistake.

Anyway, the trees were all cut down, and Fusheng's father knew he couldn't stop him, so he turned the page with a wave of his hand.

Everyone continued to build the house, watching that the fourth floor of the house was about to rise.

People gradually forget about it.

until one night.

Fusheng's father got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.

It was raining lightly outside, and the cold wind was blowing over and it was chilly.

As soon as he went out, he felt something dripping on his head.

I thought it was raining, so I didn't care.

As a result, when he came back, his wife had just entered the room, and when he glanced at him, he almost fainted from fright.

He saw that Fu Sheng's father's head was covered in blood.

It was bloody, and it was scary to see.

Fusheng's father thought something was wrong, so he hurried out.

Take a flashlight and shine upwards at the place where the blood is dripping.

He saw his son Fusheng was hanging on a tree branch, and the sharp tree poles pierced into his chest.

These tree poles, like worms, got into his son's muscles, tearing his flesh, and his face was deformed.

Seeing this scene, Fusheng's mother passed out immediately.

Fusheng's father's eyes were red, and he rushed over from the built third floor with an ax in hand, trying to save his son.

As a result, the son was not rescued, and he stumbled and fell from the third floor.

The tripod that was originally used to fix the lift on the third floor fell from the roof and hit Fusheng's father's legs.

The tripod was about two meters wide and weighed more than 50 kilograms.

Falling down from the third floor, Fusheng's father felt that his legs had lost all sense and almost died of pain.

When I think of that scene at that time.

The old man's face turned pale, and it was difficult to speak for a while.

At this time, Zhao Ke interrupted the old man's thoughts: "So, your son was killed by this tree?"

Zhao Ke sat on the branch of a tree, holding a ginseng chewing cracker in one hand, staring at the old man below with blinking eyes.

But the old man shook his head: "No! It didn't kill my son. At that time, there was a noise outside, and my son poked his head out from the house. I took a closer look and found that what was hanging on it was not my son, but a human-shaped kite .”

The so-called blood was actually the dye from the paper on the kite, which dripped on his head.

In addition, at night, the dim yellow light of the flashlight was too blurry to see clearly.

So the old man was dazzled.

Thinking that the matter was over like this, the son drove him and his wife to the hospital overnight, and hurried to get the materials.

In the hospital, in a coma, the old man had a dream.

A vague shadow.

Holding his son Fusheng with one hand, and holding his wife with the other.

What's weird is that his wife and son are holding a bloody thigh in one hand.

If you step away from yourself step by step, you can't catch up no matter how hard you chase.

In the end, only one jasmine flower was picked up.