In the blink of an eye, it’s the last semester of my senior year in high school, and I’m celebrating my 18th birthday.

I grew from a little over 1.7 meters tall to a tall man of nearly 1.8 meters tall. Due to various reasons, I had no choice but to exercise every day and learn various fighting skills from the veteran, who is now the gatekeeper, Uncle Zhang. The reason

, we will elaborate on it later.

In fact, no one knew the specific day of my birthday, so they had to decide that the day when the female worker in the textile factory picked me up and fed me was my birthday.

Every birthday, I have to do one thing: pay homage to my two saviors.

The first one was the old boatman who rescued me from the river. This kind old man rescued me and then placed me outside the gate of the textile factory.

According to Uncle Zhang from the Security Office, it was a snowy winter. The old boatman carried a flower basket and knocked hard on the door of the textile factory. Then he put my flower basket at the door and begged the female workers in the textile factory.

Adopt me.

Everyone suspected that the abandoned child was either sick and would not be able to survive for a long time, or that he had an unclean background and was a despised bastard.

No one was willing to take me in, and since they were living in poverty, they did not dare to take such a big risk.

It is said that the old boatman was in tears at that time, and he knelt down and begged the textile factory workers one by one, and expressed his willingness to pay a certain amount of living expenses every month.

Although some women were moved, they were still stopped by tough men.

Whenever I think of that scene, I have the urge to cry. A skinny old man, carrying a flower basket with a baby of unknown origin in the snow, knelt down to the female workers one by one and begged for someone to take me in. Because of repeated setbacks, I was rejected.

, the indifference of this world made him burst into tears. What kind of scene is this? Thinking about it makes people feel distressed.

Finally, a seamstress from a textile factory was moved by the old boatman and took me in. She is the second person I want to be grateful to.

The seamstress is a tall, fat man who suffers from congenital heart disease and cannot breathe when walking more than 100 meters. Fortunately, she is very handy and her craftsmanship is among the best in the textile factory. She also has a good heart and is very popular with the textile factory.

Respect for female workers.

Ha! The world is such an irony. A person with congenital heart disease has a heart that can warm people's hearts.

Because of my relationship, the old boatman and the seamstress formed a family.

Perhaps only those who have experienced suffering can truly understand what compassion is.

The old boatman and the seamstress are undoubtedly pitiful, but they are also kind. Compared with those sanctimonious beasts in clothes who tout themselves as benevolent and righteous gentlemen, I am more willing to embrace those who are pure in heart.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. When I was six years old, the seamstress suffered a recurrence of congenital heart disease and died painfully. The old boatman also died of depression not long after he buried the seamstress.

Oh, this world! There is nothing heavier than death.

I am afraid that I will only be able to repay the kindness that the old boatman and seamstress showed me.

I was very lucky. After the death of the old boatman and the seamstress, Sister Rose went to work in the textile factory soon after. Seeing that I was pitiful, she took the initiative to shoulder the important task of raising me. Female workers from other textile factories would also help us from time to time.

I knelt by the river and threw a bunch of white flowers into the river. The gurgling water stirred up the sadness in my heart. The ashes of my reborn parents, my beloved old boatman and seamstress, were scattered in this beautiful river.

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Sister Rose, Sister Jasmine and Sister Begonia looked at me from a distance, and I felt a warm force supporting me. Hey, I don’t know in which life I was blessed to have them give me so much care and care.

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"Hey, Sha Bi, don't be sad! If you continue like this, your three sisters, Rose, Jasmine and Begonia, may not trust you again. Damn it, you are already eighteen years old, you should be an adult by now! Also!

Isn’t it annoying to be as sentimental as a little kid all day long? Damn it!”

The voice of Old Huang came to my ears.

Damn it, Lao Huang is always chirping, but he finally said something humane today. His words are rude or not, I think I have to be strong.

I gathered my energy and was about to leave, when I heard a clear girl's voice from the other side: "Hundan, happy birthday!"

Before I knew who it was, I heard a "plop" sound falling into the water from the other side of the river, and then a woman with a bare back swam over from the other side of the river in the waves.

Not long after, a slim, plump and graceful woman wearing a swimsuit stood in front of me.

"Damn it, Sayuri, you're crazy! Why are you swimming in this winter!" I shouted in surprise.

"What, you don't like it?"

Sayuri deliberately pushed her breasts high and arranged her body into an S shape.
Chapter completed!