Reborn before the famine, kicking away the scumbag's family and living a carefree life.

Two hundred yuan may not be much, but for Qi Zhengyang, it was a lifesaver.

His daughter was beaten and ran away, and her whereabouts are unknown. I heard that she ran away with a stranger from out of town who came to the village to sell small groceries.

Qi Zhengyang was so angry that he lay on the bed for a day and a night, cursing Du Mei in his heart for being shameless. Like mother, like daughter.

The daughter ran away, and there is a son named Anzhi.

However, his son Anzhi did not achieve the academic success that Qi Zhengyang had hoped for. His grades were consistently poor, and before he even graduated from elementary school, he refused to go to school anymore.

When An Zhi was a child, he was timid and cowardly. After he turned sixteen or seventeen, he suddenly became irritable and violent. He would even hit people. In particular, every time he saw Qi Zhengyang drinking, he would not only smash his bottle, but also beat him up.

Previously, Qi Zhengyang would beat his children every time he drank. Later, whenever Qi Zhengyang drank, his son would beat him. Eventually, Qi Zhengyang got scared of being beaten and quit drinking, never daring to drink again.

As Du Mei's reputation grew increasingly tarnished in the village, even though An Zhi didn't live with her, everyone in the village knew that Du Mei was his mother, and An Zhi found it increasingly difficult to hold his head up in the village.

One day, Anzhi even beat up Du Mei, calling her shameless and a slut.

Shortly after An Zhi beat Du Mei, Du Mei was inexplicably killed at home. Her head was smashed open, and her death was gruesome. The police investigated for more than half a year but could not find out who the murderer was.

Not long after, An Zhi also disappeared, and no one knows where she went.

Some people say that Anzhi went to work in a coal mine.

Some people say he went to another place.

Qi Zhengyang didn't care where he went. He only knew that with or without this son, his life was no different. In fact, without this son, no one would beat him, and his life would be easier.

However, Qi Zhengyang is getting older and his health is declining, and he often feels that he is not up to the task.

This pair of children is unreliable; they can barely take care of themselves. Qi Zhengyang thought of his two children from his previous marriage. They were doing well, but they didn't care about him as their father at all.

Whether in his past life or this one, he hadn't really taken care of these two children, but they were both quite successful.

He had to admit that good or bad genes determine a person's success or failure.

The children raised by Su Jinru are indeed more successful than those raised by Du Mei.

If he had raised the two children during the divorce, they would never have achieved what they have today.

Qi Zhengyang felt like a failure in his life. He shouldn't have been so blind as to provoke a woman like Du Mei, and he shouldn't have gotten a divorce.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

For the elderly and frail Qi Zhengyang, two hundred yuan was a timely help, ensuring he wouldn't starve to death, but that was all it was to prevent him from starving.

Fifty yuan for ten kilograms of rice is enough for him to eat for more than a month. With the remaining one hundred and fifty yuan, he can buy some oil and salt, pay for water and electricity, and grow some vegetables in the field. That's how he barely survives.

Since his nephew An Rong died, Qi Zhengyang felt a sense of sorrow, like a rabbit mourning the death of a fox, and he was depressed for a long time.

In his past life, this nephew was his greatest pride, and he treated this nephew even better than his son Anran.

However, in this life, both he and his nephew suffered such tragic fates. After the divorce, Su Jinru took her two children and soared to the sky like an airplane.

They are so dazzling, yet so far away.

They didn't even bother to look at them struggling in the mud.

Qi Zhengyang resumed his daily routine of drinking alcohol, only feeling alive after downing two ounces of cheap liquor with each meal.

When An Rong was still alive, he didn't feel alone. He had An Rong as a companion. Although the two didn't live together, he knew that there was someone else living in regret and remorse just like him. Although the days were agonizing, there was someone suffering with him and experiencing the pain together.

But after An Rong left, Qi Zhengyang didn't know what he was living for.

So he could only numb himself with alcohol to ease his pain.

Later, Qi Zhengyang found that his health was getting worse and worse. Once, he even fainted. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the cold ground with wet pants, probably because he had urinated while he was unconscious.

At that time, Qi Zhengyang experienced even more deeply the despair and helplessness An Rong felt before his death.

He knew his days were numbered.

Before, he hated Du Mei for ruining his life. Now, he no longer hates her. He knows that, in a sense, they are the same kind of people.

They are all people who are never satisfied and don't know how to cherish the people in front of them.

Therefore, their current predicament is entirely their own fault, and they have no one else to blame but themselves.

At the beginning of the month, Sanbao once again sent money to Qi Zhengyang.

Qi Zhengyang said, "Sanbao, I might not make it. I don't know when I'll leave. Please come knocking on my door every few days to see if I'm dead yet. Please have the team bury me when the time comes."

"Qi Zhengyang, where do you feel unwell? Let me take you to the hospital to get it checked out! Maybe it's just a minor problem."

Qi Zhengyang waved his hand.

"Forget it, how can I afford to go to the hospital with this little money?"

"Don't worry about the money, I'll cover it for you."

Sanbao drove his tricycle and took Qi Zhengyang to the county hospital. The examination results showed that he had late-stage liver cancer. The doctor said that he only had one to three months left and there was no possibility of a cure. He could only be given some painkillers and go home to suffer.

Realizing he was truly nearing his end, Qi Zhengyang couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with grief.

On his way home, Qi Zhengyang broke down in tears.

Sanbao had to stop his tricycle and comfort him, saying, "Qi Zhengyang, don't be sad. Everyone has to leave sooner or later; no one can escape it."

"It's not that I'm afraid of death, it's that I'm unwilling to accept this fate. How did my life turn out like this?"

Sanbao sighed deeply.

"Sanbao, I beg you for something. I want to see Anxin and Anran before I die. Can you help me contact them? Please, Sanbao."

"Both children are quite busy, especially Anran. His job is special, so his mother rarely sees him, even once every few years. As for Anxin... she doesn't want to see you."

"I know I've wronged my two children, but I'm getting my just desserts. Can't I even see them one last time before I die? I am, after all, their biological father!"

“You haven’t been in touch for years, and you have no feelings for each other. What’s the point of meeting? What would you say? So there’s no need for it.”