"The stars in the sky are bright and shining, always brilliant, and always peaceful."
The cramped hard-seat train box, with a double-sided TV hanging in the middle, is playing a popular Hong Kong TV series. The beauty in ancient costume held a safety lock and recited the poem on it with tears. Those were the words her mother engraved on the lock when she gave her away. Obviously it is a good wish, but it means the separation of flesh and blood.
"Uuuuu..." The boy, who was only five or six years old, lay under the hard seat, staring blankly at the unclear screen, trying to fight against the constant drowsiness.
"Why do you tell a child to sleep on the ground, it's going to catch a cold," the old lady on the arm seat pointed to the thin old newspaper under him and suggested to the man and woman on the seat, "Let the child sleep on the chair, and the adults on the floor. chant."
"It's too hot for him to sleep in his arms," the woman said with a smile, looking down at the child whose eyes were still open, stretched out one foot to block the view of the TV, and reprimanded him with an accent, "Mo Kan Come on, go to sleep!"
The effect of the drug made the young Gao Yusheng speechless. Without the distraction of the TV series, he could not open his eyes soon. In a daze, I heard the man say: "You went to the toilet to change his clothes. Such a good material, the conductor will come to suspect it later."
When he woke up again, the high-grade children's clothes with soft materials disappeared, and an old sweater with balls was put on him. The small leather shoes on my feet were replaced by cloth shoes that didn't fit my feet. They were full of sand and soil, and the soles of my feet were sore.
"Let's go quickly!" The man saw that he was awake, and immediately put him on the ground to let him go by himself.
Having left the train, the completely unfamiliar small town, from the buildings to the people, is dirty and dark, full of poverty and dilapidation.
There was a colic in his stomach, and Gao Yusheng squatted down involuntarily, feeling dizzy in front of him. He didn't know how long he had slept, but his body was already hungry to the limit and he had no strength.
When the man saw him cheating, he raised his hand and was about to beat him, but was stopped by the woman.
"Don't break it, there's still a long way to go." The woman took out a small piece of low-quality cake sold at the train station from her bag and handed it to him, "I'm hungry, I'll give you something to eat. I'll take you there when I'm full. find mom."
The child raised his eyes and looked at the woman. There was a huge matchmaker mole next to the mouth of the blood basin. His complexion was dry and yellow. He was so close that he almost cried. Strict tutoring made it difficult for him to accept the food given by others, but now he also knows that he has been abducted and sold, and if he does not eat, he will starve to death.
I took the cake with the black dots, picked up where I could eat it, and took a bite. A breath of old and rotten food rushed into his mouth, making him nauseous for a while, and spit it out directly. When he looked up, he saw a uniformed traffic policeman standing at the intersection, whistling to direct traffic. He immediately ignored the stomachache and shouted loudly, "Uncle policeman, help..."
The man slapped him so hard that his ears buzzed. I can't remember what happened after that, and when I woke up again, I was already on the agricultural tricycle, rushing along the mountain road.
It was a very far away village, and the sun had already set when we arrived. He was sold to a family without children, the master was a hunchback, and the wife was a scrawny woman.
"Woooooo, I want to go home, I want mother..." The little child ate something, finally had the strength, and began to cry non-stop.
"Don't cry, I'll be your mother from now on." The woman spoke in a local dialect, but she couldn't understand, and took a dark towel to wipe his face.
Humpback came in and saw that the child was very handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he smiled with satisfaction, and also talked a lot.
In the dark room with the oil lamp lit, the shadows of the two people were drawn so long that they danced their claws on the stone wall. Everything in front of him seemed like a nightmare. Two cannibalistic monsters bought him from a human trafficker and were discussing whether to fry or fry him. Little Gao Yusheng could no longer hold back, and burst into tears with a "wow".
On the first day, the woman would coax him, but if she couldn't coax him, she didn't care. He tried to escape, but was caught by the hunchback and beaten. When the two of them went to work on the ground, they tied him to the yard with ropes and threw a hard steamed bun.
Gao Yusheng sat on the root of the tree, staring at the food harder than a stone at his feet in a daze, and whispered: "Mom, Dad, my family lives at No. 35 Mingshan Road, Xicheng District, my name is Gao Tianci, and my mother's name is Ye Rong , my father's name is Gao…”
"Flickering", the chicken squatting on the fence suddenly flew away, and a small head emerged from the fence, looking over with a pair of clear eyes. It was a boy who was a little older than him, as white as the thin-bodied porcelain grandpa used, which was incompatible with this loess and rubble mountain village.
The little brother looked left and right, turned directly in, squatted down and tilted his head to look at him, and said something in the local dialect, like "don't cry" or something.
Only then did Gao Yusheng realize that there were still tears on his face: "Brother, can you let me go? My family doesn't belong here, I want my mother."
The little brother frowned slightly, imitating his words: "Mom? Go?" Although he spoke slowly and difficultly, his pronunciation was extremely accurate.
Gao Yusheng opened his mouth slightly, and the teardrop on his face rolled down his chin, hitting the dusty ground.
The other party took out a small bird's egg from his arms, still warm, put it in his hand, and looked at him with a smile on his face.
"Give me something to eat?" Gao Yusheng gestured and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Eat... um, eat!" The little brother learned Mandarin very quickly. He took the bird's egg and peeled it off and put it to his mouth.
He was really starving, and he ate all the eggs in two or three bites. He choked when he ate too quickly, and coughed with a bulging mouth, but he was reluctant to cough out the food.
The little brother stood up, picked up the gourd ladle in the water tank, scooped a ladle of water, and ran back quickly to give him a drink. The sweet mountain spring water eased his thirst, and successfully made him swallow the life-saving egg.
The top of his head was touched suddenly, he looked up, and the little brother who was touching his head was full of curiosity. After touching it, he was not satisfied. He leaned over with one hand and sniffed like a beast.
"Brother, what's your name?" Gao Yusheng took the man's hand, warm and soft, making him temporarily forget the terror around him, and he couldn't help but clench it tighter.
"Name?" The little brother looked at him questioningly.
"Name, God-given," Gao Yusheng pointed to himself, then pointed to him, "Name."
"God-given." The little brother followed, then pointed to himself and said a word that he couldn't understand or remember. Seemingly realizing that he didn't understand, the little brother smiled and didn't say more.
But he vaguely seemed to hear a sentence: "Not afraid."
Godsend... don't be afraid...
Gao Yusheng suddenly opened his eyes, the train, the mountain village, the dark house, and the dog leash all disappeared, and in front of him was his garden house bedroom. The sun shines through the untightened curtains, dispelling the nightmare.
"Yo, wake up," Zhai Chen popped out half of his head from the crack of the door, and when he saw him sitting, he pushed open the door generously, and pulled the curtains wide open, "Tell me about you, you are afraid of heights. Dare to play so exciting. In the future, I will not dare to take over your work."
"You didn't leave last night?"
"Well." Zhai Chen responded lazily, turned and left the bedroom.
"Uncle is afraid that you have a fever," Zhai Mengmeng suddenly emerged from the end of the bed, and kindly explained to the dazed Uncle Gao, "He said that children are frightened and prone to fever."
Zhai Chen went back and forth, slung his backpack on his shoulders, and tucked the child under his arm with one hand: "I remember to eat the rice in the pot, I have to go to kindergarten. Oh, by the way, we will start our employment contract from now on. It's over."
"..." Before Gao Yusheng could speak again, the man had already run off under his feet.
Two eggs were boiled in the pot, and Gao Yusheng took them out and held them in his hands. The elder brother had already recognized him, and the moment he fell, he clearly heard a "Godsend", how could he have fled in a blink of an eye
The mobile phone on the table rang, showing "TV".
"Mr. Gao, the show "Hou Jiayin in the Wind and Rain" you signed up for has already been scheduled. It will be recorded in three days. Please attend on time."
"Hou Jiayin in the Wind and Rain" is a TV station tracing program, which specializes in helping lost children find their relatives. Gao Yusheng almost forgot that he had signed up for this show in half a year and asked them to help find his brother.
Gao Yusheng: "Have you found it?"
"I don't know about this, but since you are notified of the show, there is an 80% chance of finding it." The staff sincerely said that the failure rate of such a TV show should not be too high, otherwise no one will watch it. . Since the guests were notified to go, most of them were found, and there was accurate information even if no one was found.
Gao Yusheng crushed the egg in his hand.
Kindergarten remains the same. Zhai Chen took off the breakfast hanging on the handle of the electric donkey and handed it to Uncle Yang, the doorman of the family home opposite.
"You have come to work, I haven't seen you for a while." Uncle Yang answered with a smile.
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm here every day." Zhai Chen was talking nonsense with his eyes open, resolutely refusing to admit that his attendance rate was low recently.
The work of a kindergarten teacher is mechanical and boring. Between coaxing the children, everyone chats a few recent new articles from time to time.
"We have a cult here, it's scary."
"Isn't it, these people are really crazy. They rushed to the Minton Building to set off fireworks. Why didn't they go to the sky?"
There was a live broadcast of the press conference that day, but the live broadcast was a fixed camera. After the scene became chaotic, it was stopped. It was recorded that the punisher set off fireworks. The riot at the scene attracted the attention of a large number of netizens. Everyone in the fireworks city that day saw it. The news could not be covered, and the police simply announced the truth.
The arrogance of the cult has caused a stir in all walks of life. The city launched a vigorous cult investigation activity. Fortunately, the police have taken down all the dens, and the answer sheet has been written just after the test.
"Why are there so many perversions now? I worry about being followed when I go home for a few days. I look back from time to time, and I'm a little nervous." Teacher Mi frowned.
The real cause of death of Li Ting was also announced. It is said that the ex-boyfriend believed in a cult, followed and colluded with other cultists to kill. Those Mosaic WeChat chat records were restored by the technicians who punctuated the map. Those so-called "can't stand it" and "want to die" were all words that they said when they wanted to break up with Wang Jinghang but their parents did not agree.
[Mom: Which man is not like this, just bear with it.]
[Li Ting: I can't stand it for a day.]
[Father: It’s normal for people to be so rich and have a temper. You restrain yourself a little, don't break up!]
Li Ting's parents did not give further interviews. It is unknown whether they regretted their daughter's murder by the "golden turtle son-in-law".
"It's good to be vigilant." Zhai Chen replied casually.
Teacher Mi looked at him: "If you follow you like this, I'm not afraid."
Zhai Chen raised his eyebrows: "You're wrong. You can't be forgiven because you're handsome."
"Whoever looks handsome will suffer. If it's yours, I'll agree." Teacher Mi said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"Amitabha, female donors, please respect yourselves, poor monks are devoted to the Buddha, and do not feel feminine." Zhai Chen gestured with one hand as a Shaolin monk.
When it was time for school, many parents were already waiting at the door, and they laughed when they heard this: "Mr. Zhai, you are so handsome that you don't want to find a girlfriend, it's a waste of resources."
"I'm not looking for a girlfriend, isn't it a shared resource for everyone?" Zhai Chen leaned on the railing and teased with the mothers of the children.
Today, I don't have to pick up Mr. Gao from get off work. I should have felt relieved, but I still felt uneasy in my heart. There were 18 people who were punished by the heavens. They were ranked according to the 18 Arhats, and all of them participated in the sacrifice to heaven, and they were all caught by the police. The demons are all locked in cages, so it stands to reason that there is no need to worry anymore, but...
"Huh." A sneer was mixed in suddenly.
Zhai Chen raised his head, facing Gao Yusheng's cold and deep eyes, and his heart suddenly came to the fore: "This gentleman is here to pick up the child too?"
Mr. Gao, a handsome and compelling man in suits and leather shoes, stood in the middle of a group of mothers, grandmothers, and grandpas, and it was difficult not to attract attention. Everyone looked over, and some people even recognized him.
"I'll pick you up."
The surroundings were suddenly quiet for a moment, and the parents who had just heard the argument of "non-feminine": "..."
Zhai Chen: "..."
This bear boy!
The author has something to say: -----End of the first volume-----
The stars in the sky are bright, sparkling, splendid, and peaceful—this sentence comes from "Dragon and Babu", written by Ruan Xingzhu on the lock of Arju Ping'an.