Jiang Shu will never forget that when Chen Li was taken out of the small shabby house, he was so weak but still smugly turned his head and smiled at him.
That smile seemed to be saying, "It's nothing more than a real son. Your father finally chose to give up on you."
The sixteen-year-old boy did not have the panic he should have at his age.
However, for some unknown reason, after the kidnappers arbitrarily took Chen Li away, they never returned to this mountain.
Probably because Jiang Jianchuan's attitude was too determined, even the kidnappers felt that he was worthless to the Jiang family, and there was no need to expend energy on him, and there was no benefit.
One day and one night, Jiang Shu had not touched a drop of water, and he was clearly unguarded, so he could easily untie the rope and leave.
But where should you go after you leave? Jiang's old house? He, the abandoned child, returned to the gate of the mansion in embarrassment, watching them take care of the noble son Chen Li's family reunion
Perhaps they had long thought he was dead, so what was the point of going back.
The boy's face was expressionless, and he was too lazy to untie the ropes that bound his hands, so he lay down on a few wooden boards on the ground at will, hunched over and closed his eyes.
I don't know what time it was at night, the sky was dark, and Jiang Shu, who had slept for an unknown number of hours, was suddenly disturbed by the sound coming from the side of the wooden couch and the wall.
Jiang Shu's anger has been very heavy since he was a child. Although he was born wild, he was still the rich man who grew up pampered since he was a child. He usually rests at home, and none of the servants dared to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing him.
The young man frowned and opened his eyes slightly, his heart suddenly filled with anger.
He turned around with a dark face, lifted his eyelids impatiently, stared at the corner of the loose board wall, and watched the place where the wooden wall was connected to the ground, which was pushed open a little from the outside in. The seam, a little bit with soft hair slightly wet behind him, wearing a large old cloth shirt, drilled hard through the seam.
The little slender and tender elbow rested on the rough dirt floor, biting his lips softly, his cheeks bulging, and he exerted a lot of energy, and the whole person looked like a small dumpling from the outside. get in.
The little guy stood still in the house, regardless of the mud and sand on the ground, turned his head and squatted down in front of the crevice, pouted his butt, and dragged two plates of food in from the crevice.
Jiang Shu closed his eyes slightly, quietly dozing off, but his heart beat faster for no reason.
Wen Ning held the two plates of food in her hand, carefully moved to Jiang Shu's side, sat next to his arm, and gently pushed the young man with her fingers.
Jiang Shu's breath was stagnant, he was silent, his heart was itching, and he somehow wanted to hear her cry again.
Wen Ning blinked, then shook his sturdy forearm: "Brother..."
Jiang Shu's eyes opened slightly, his frowning brows slowly stretched, and he met Xiaobudian's pure eyes.
"Brother, you eat..."
The sixteen-year-old boy rolled his Adam's apple involuntarily: "Jiang Shu."
"Huh?" The little girl was stunned, still holding a hot meal in her hand.
Jiang Shu has not touched a drop of water for several days, and his voice is rustling: "My name."
Wen Ning Xing'er smiled with crooked eyes like a full moon, and called him sweetly, "Brother Jiang Shu."
"Well." The boy's originally cold heart warmed for no reason.
"Brother Jiang Shu, eat quickly."
He suddenly chuckled and chuckled, "If there is anything to eat, it will be a death sooner or later."
Wen Ning thought he was tied to this unfamiliar place, and was afraid, so he clenched his fists and said softly, "Brother Jiang Shu, don't be afraid, Ning Ning is with you." , The road up the mountain was so dark that I could not see my fingers, and I cried several times while climbing.
His father had chosen to give up on him, but this little girl actually said she wanted to accompany him.
"Ning Ning?"
Wen Ning's eyebrows suddenly flashed a hint of timidity, worried that he would dislike him just like the people around him because he heard his name, so he didn't dare to look at him, and pushed the plate in front of him.
Jiang Shu lowered his head and glanced, the clear soup was short of water, and the rice was rough and light, and he could vaguely find a little bit of meat foam in the dishes.
However, what he didn't know was that the little girl had been beaten a few times for this meal, and helped the adults to work from morning till night, so that she got such a thing.
At a young age, he was not taller than the stove, so he wrapped his apron and put on a small bench to stand in front of the boiler. He secretly fry a few dishes. After frying, he was too hungry to eat. up the hill.
The young man was indifferent, Wen Ning lowered her head slightly, bit her lip, she knew that these things might be difficult to swallow in the eyes of others, but these were the only things she could take out.
Jiang Shu glanced at her little face, and then his brows were filled with a smile, which was different from the sneer when he heard his father's choice. At this moment, he added a bit of satisfaction, and there was still a bit of accustomed voice in his voice. The ruffian sounded inexplicably hooked: "Brother's hands are tied, so he can't move his chopsticks."
Wen Ning raised her head, her eyes were so clean that there was no trace of heart: "I'll help you!"
Jiang Shu lazily hid his hands behind him, still smiling: "They are tied tightly, you can't get them off."
Wen Ning was in trouble and whispered, "Then what should I do..."
"Ning Ning, feed me."
The young man half sat up lazily, obviously he could easily untie the rope tied to his hands, but he didn't.
Wen Ning didn't know what he was thinking, so he nodded obediently, took out a spoon and scooped a spoonful of rice, and on top of the rice was a special piece of fried minced pork that she had rarely eaten.
The girl's beautiful Xing'er has bright eyes, Jiang Shurao tilted his head with interest: "It's a little hot."
"I'll blow it for you." The little girl blew it carefully, and habitually touched her soft lips with a spoon, "Well, it's not hot anymore."
Jiang Shu stared at her and took a bite.
He had never eaten such a simple meal in his life, but tonight, Wen Ning fed him one bite after another, the corner of the boy's lips smirked, and he ate the whole dish in less than a moment.
Wen Ning brought two boxes of rice, Jiang Shu ate one and a half boxes, and there were still a few mouthfuls left. The little girl saw that he was full and sat down obediently, holding the spoon he had eaten, and the rice was left over. The next bit of vegetable juice, the cheeks bulged quietly and finished.
Jiang Shu learned later that the few mouthfuls of rice he ate that night were the only thing the little girl had to fill her stomach all day.
Two days later, the Jiang family's old house received a call from the kidnappers. They needed enough time to prepare for their escape, so they only gave a vague address: "The tall one, we left it on the top of the hill, that small village. If there is no access, the car can't go in, you can find it by yourself, we will take the short one first, and we also know that President Jiang is eager to save his son, so the ransom is likely to be multiplied several times."
The meaning of the kidnapper's words is obvious. The ransom received before is only enough to save one first. Everyone knows that Jiang Jianchuan has only one son, an adopted son and an only son. No matter how good the adopted son is, when life is at stake, the one who blurts out to save must be his own son, and no one can be selfless.
With their own sons tied by their side, not only can they ask for more money, but when necessary, they can also save their lives, so the Jiang family does not dare to act rashly.
However, after Jiang Jianchuan heard this, his face did not change, as expected, he promised to pay the ransom and hung up the phone.
Shen Junyi stood by, her hands trembling a little: "Jiang Jianchuan, where is my son!"
Jiang Jianchuan's eyes were slightly wet, and he breathed a deep sigh of relief. After he calmed down, he instructed the assistant next to him, "Contact the helicopter to conduct a carpet search in the nearby small village overnight!"
For several days after that, Wen Ning delivered meals to Jiang Shu. Although the dishes were simple, they were all fresh and hot, enough for him to fill his stomach. Even for several nights, the little girl carried a rag doll up the mountain to get into the hut. with him.
She said she would stay with him, and she really stayed with him.
In the night, Jiang Shu asked casually: "Little kid, you run to me every day, aren't your parents worried? Why don't you go home?"
Wen Ning's eyes drooped slightly, and she didn't really want to tell him, but she had never lied when she grew up: "No parents..."
The little girl looked up at him timidly: "Brother Jiang Shu, but Ningning is a good boy..." Don't hate me.
Jiang Shu chuckled and smiled: "What are you afraid of, I don't have a father." Wen Ning looked like she was used to being bullied.
The teenager stared at her skinny little face, how could life be better in this small mountain village without a father or mother: "Little one, go home with my brother in a few days, my brother will take you to a big city and live in a big house, okay? it is good?"
Wen Ning Xing'er's eyes brightened, and she nodded hurriedly: "Ning Ning can do a lot of things, washing clothes, cooking and cleaning. The uncle of the village chief said that if you are willing to work in a big city, you can make a lot of money. Money, grandpa is sick, I can treat him with money."
Jiang Shu raised his eyebrows: "I want you to do something."
The property directly given to him by the old man of the Jiang family is enough for him to squander several lifetimes, not to mention raising a little girl.
However, a few days later, when the Jiang family helicopter was hovering over the top of Yuquan Village, Wen Ning failed to drill into his small house as usual. Jiang Shu searched all over the mountains like crazy, and there was no trace of her on the entire mountain. .
The whole family accompanied him to search for a day and a night on the top of the mountain, and they never found the little girl he mentioned. Shen Junyi was worried that her son was stimulated and hallucinated after being kidnapped, so she spoke nonsense. .
On the helicopter, Jiang Shu had a sullen face, tilted his head and stared straight at the hilltop under the 10,000-meter altitude, behind the layers of clouds, without saying a word to Jiang Jianchuan.
The assistant leaned over to Jiang Jianchuan: "Mr. Jiang, there is no letter from Master Chen Li..."
Jiang Jianchuan closed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand and frowned, looking a lot more tired than before: "Call the police and let them deal with it."
The author has something to say: President Jiang's taste has been like a day for more than ten years. No wonder the mother and child have been single for 28 years.