However, it is these backward things that make Zhang Feng feel warmer.

When Zhang Feng's spiritual consciousness finally froze on the two old men, tears could no longer be stopped and rustled down.

Suddenly, Zhang Feng frowned.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Feng cursed softly, and the person had disappeared from the spot.

...

This is a nursing home.

In the dean's office, Zhang Tieshan and his wife were standing respectfully at the grand desk, with a humble and slightly flattering smile on their faces.

In front of them was a bald and obese middle-aged man, sitting upright on the boss's chair, with fat feet raised on the desk, holding a cigarette in his mouth, glancing at his eyes, and a high tone, saying as if giving alms:

"I said Lao Zhang, you have been here so many times, why don't you understand what I mean? I said that if you want to enter this nursing home, you can! You must have children to sign, otherwise we will not accept you."

Hearing the word "children", Zhang Tieshan's body bent slightly and hunched even more.

Looking at his snow-white and messy hair, those who don’t know think he is in his seventies or eighties. In fact, his real age is only in his fifties.

Since his son was killed by a meteorite from the sky a few years ago, Zhang Tieshan's entire world has collapsed. Not only has he no intention of working, but he even has no intention of living.

Think about it, for more than 20 years, everything about them has been revolving around their sons, but now their spiritual pillar has suddenly collapsed. What is the meaning of life?

People in their fifties have no children, what can they do to earn money from work?

A heavy blow made the old couple grow old quickly.

They have become the most tragic group of people in society - the elderly who have lost their own lives.
Chapter completed!