"I never gave up. If he was kidnapped, someone should have come to negotiate with us. Your uncle was twelve years old at that time. He was not a child that could be easily abducted by human traffickers. He was very alert to strangers. Time went on like this. Later, Xiao Mo and Xiao Chi were born. Later, Xiao Mo never spoke. Wen Jianmin kept asking why he was the same as your uncle. When Xiao Chi was four years old, he could already speak fluently, but Xiao Mo had never even called dad, mom, or sister. Wen Jianmin took him to the hospital for a check-up..."
Wen Qiao basically knew everything that happened afterwards.
Wen Jianmin found out that Xiaomo had autism, and since her uncle also had almost the same symptoms, he naturally thought that Xiaomo's disease was inherited from the Su family.
When they learn that their child is sick, their first reaction is not to seek treatment, but to divorce and take the sick child away from them.
Wen Jianmin is really a cruel person.
Her Xiaomo and Xiaochi are both very good children and will definitely achieve great things in the future.
But uncle, what happened to him
"Did you look for him later?"
Su Yun secretly wiped her eyes and said, "After that, I divorced Wen Jianmin. I had to raise you three children. Life was very difficult. I really didn't have the energy or the financial resources to look for that child. I blamed myself every day. I didn't know where that child was living a tormented life."
Wen Qiao felt very distressed and patted her shoulder gently: "Uncle is so smart. As long as he is alive, I think he will definitely not suffer."
Su Yun sighed. More than ten years had passed and she didn't dare to even think about it anymore.
"I didn't want to tell you this. Telling you would only add to your mental burden and wouldn't solve anything."
"No, you will feel more relaxed if I tell you what's in my heart. I am an adult now and can help you share a lot of things. Do you have a photo of your uncle?"
Su Yun sat up, turned on the light, and opened the bedside table. There was a small wooden box inside. She took out two photos.
It was something Wen Qiao had never seen before.
"It was a photo taken a few days before he disappeared. He won an award at school and was taken at the school gate, wearing his school uniform."
The boy in the photo is only twelve years old, with a tall and handsome figure, delicate features, his hands in his pockets, and no expression on his face.
Because of its age, the photo has turned yellow, but it is still vaguely visible. Her uncle's eyebrows and eyes are indeed somewhat similar to hers, even more like her than she and her mother.
Wen Qiao picked up his cell phone and took a picture of this.
"what you do?"
"Now that the Internet is well developed, I will find a software to generate a rough idea of what my uncle will look like when he grows up, and then post it online. I will use the power of the Internet to see if I can find him."
Su Yun put the photo away carefully: "Is it really okay?"
Wen Qiao looked at the photo on his phone and said, "Let's give it a try."
Can we really find a person who has been missing for more than ten years without any news? Wen Qiao is not sure.
But there is always a glimmer of hope if you try.
Early the next morning, Uncle Ji came with breakfast he bought outside. They had a lively breakfast together, and then Uncle Ji and my mother went to work at the convenience store.
The three siblings cleaned up the dishes together, and Wen Chi took over diligently: "The water is cold, I'll wash the dishes."
While Wen Qiao was wiping the table, Lu Youyou came to her house in a hurry and asked, "Do you have access to the Internet?"
(End of this chapter)