When the kidnapper said this, he glanced at Lin Yang.
His young heart trembled fiercely, and he felt like he had fallen into a cold ice cave.
The two didn't talk to each other in the end, the kidnapper hung up the phone unhappily, got up and kicked him hard to vent his anger.
"Blame you Lao Tzu to blame. Money and future are more important than your life."
He knew from then that he had to rely on himself if he wanted to survive.
At night, he pretended to be asleep, and when the two of them relaxed their vigilance, one was drowsy, and the other went out to buy supper.
He frayed all the ropes that had been quietly grinding for a few hours, and sneaked out of the warehouse, rushing into the glowing night.
The abandoned warehouse is in the outskirts, in the wild and gleaming land, without people, no lights, he is an eight-year-old child, walking barefoot in the cold wind, as if walking on a dead end for an eternal return.
He fell into a pit, couldn't climb up no matter what, and fell asleep groggy.
When he woke up, he found a girl squatting beside him.
The girl’s face is muddy, she is wearing old clothes that don’t fit, her hair is black and straight, and her eyes are as bright as stars.
She is tying a piece of rope around his waist.
"What are you doing?" He was afraid now when he saw the rope.
When the girl saw him awake, she smiled: "You're awake, that's great, I'm afraid I won't be able to pull you. I'll pull it up for a while, and you will be able to get out by crawling along by yourself."
After speaking, she swiftly stepped on the small hole just dug in the mud wall and climbed up.
"Just follow me and climb up!"
The girl squatted over the entrance of the hole, leaning halfway, her small face and nose, which was red with cold, looked very cute in his eyes.
He nodded vigorously, moved his almost stiff body, learning the appearance of a girl climbing up first, stepping up the pit step by step.
The rope on his waist tightened, and the girl pulled him up, saving him a lot of effort.
After finally crawling out, both of them were so tired that they lay side by side on the dry grass and gasped and laughed.
He asked her what her name was, and she said her name was Zhier.
He asked her why she was here alone, and she said that she lived nearby. There were many traps for catching animals, and she often came here to pick up leaks.
He didn't understand at that time, she was her age, shouldn't such a little girl take advantage of the weekend without going to school, sleep in at home, eat delicious snacks made by her mother, watch cartoons, and play game consoles?
Why does she wear such clothes and appear here early in the morning.
The girl took him out of this wasteland to a place he had never been.
There are many children there, wearing the same shabby clothes as Zhi'er.
Their breakfast is a bowl of gruel per person and a large pot of pickles.
All of them are called the same mother.
Later, he learned that it turned out to be an orphanage, and only children abandoned by their parents would live in the orphanage.
The dean’s mother called for him, and the family quickly sent a car to pick him up.
It was his father's driver, Xiao Liu, who came to pick him up, as well as a domestic helper, and their parents were still busy with their own affairs.
It seems that my son has not experienced life or death, but just went to a classmate's house for one night.
The indifference of his parents broke his heart.
Since then, he has become silent, unwilling to communicate with others, and put all his mind on studying.
His grades are getting better and better, and people are becoming more and more silent.