The cry of the little boy Dongdong was so miserable that it made Li Yan unable to practice with such concentration.
Li Yan got up and looked at the little boy Dongdong in the distance.
When he got closer, Li Yan suddenly grabbed him.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" The little boy was shocked and quickly asked Li Yan.
Li Yan glanced at the little boy Dongdong, and when he saw the blood eggplant condensed with the sallow skin and dirt on his face, he was very sorry.
Li Yan shouldn't have stood by and watched today's affairs. After all, this boy is such a small boy. If he rescued him, he would definitely not be beaten like this.
"What's your name?" Li Yan knelt down and looked at the little boy Dongdong and asked softly.
"I don't know what my surname is, others call me Dongdong." Since the little boy is sensible, he has not seen his biological parents, so he can only answer this question from Li Yan.
Li Yan nodded and asked, "Where do you live? Why are you crying?"
"I don't have a home. I live with my sister in the bridge hole under the piers of the Nanjiang Bridge, but today I bought the medicine and went back, but found that my sister was gone..." At this point, Dongdong was crying again, and this society can be harmonious. He is dependent on each other, and the only person who walks side by side on the bumpy journey of life is his sister Linlin. For him, Linlin's disappearance is tantamount to losing what he cherishes and cares about the most.
Seeing how the child was crying, Li Yan suddenly felt that his eye sockets were moist.
Perhaps the time has passed. After thousands of years of cultivation, there are seldom any more waves in my heart. Some things and some memories have gradually blurred and even settled in the depths of my heart with the passage of time.
I don't know how many years ago, Li Yan vaguely remembered that he was also an orphan, walking hard in the world. If it weren't for being regarded as a named disciple by the elders of a small cultivation sect, I am afraid Li Yan would have fallen into reincarnation.
Thinking about the difficulties of childhood, and looking at the helpless boy in front of him, Li Yan sighed. He was not a nosy person, but Li Yan was not afraid to cause trouble. Even if he came to Jiangzhou this time, even if there was nothing to gain, he would help others. Being busy can also be regarded as accumulating some good destiny, at least it makes the heart feel better.
Li Yan patted the little boy Dongdong on the shoulder, and the cool spiritual power in Li Yan's palm was transmitted into Dongdong's body.
It was amazing to say that after this cool aura entered Dongdong's body, Dongdong didn't feel the chill. Instead, these spiritual powers dispelled the chill in Dongdong's body and made him feel warm.
This change surprised the little boy. He looked at Li Yan and said in surprise: "Uncle, your hands are so warm."
Li Yan smiled and nodded to the little boy Dongdong and said, "It's good to be warm. Have you eaten yet? If you don't have a meal, uncle will take you to dinner first."
"I'm not hungry!" Dongdong shook his head and then stubbornly raised his head: "I want to find my sister first."
Dongdong said, tears crisscrossing his little face again.
These years, the old man fell to the ground and no one dared to help. Who would care about these helpless hooligan children
These children who should have been naively playing with other peers in school are reduced to tools used by social scum.
Those scums never care about the lives of these street children, and they never treat these street children. In the eyes of those scums, these children are like dogs, let them drive, let them beat and scold.
I'm not hungry, I need to find my sister first.
It was just a simple sentence, but it deeply hurt Li Yan's heart.
Li Yan saw the little boy Dongdong holding a plastic bag in his hand. There were a few buns in the plastic bag and a few boxes of medicine.
Those steamed buns were still hot, and it seemed that the little boy Dongdong bought them specially for his sister.
Life comes from details, and small touches can often become memories that will never be remembered forever.
Li Yan looked at the weak boy in front of him, his throat choked a little.
These children are so difficult, it is impossible not to help them.
Li Yan stood up and pointed to Dongdong: "Let's go, let's go to the police station to report the case, and let the police station investigate the whereabouts of your sister."
After Li Yan finished speaking, he just pulled Dongdong to leave.
But Dongdong broke free from Li Yan's hands.
I saw him say with fear on his face: "I'm not going, I'm not going to the police station."
"Why don't you want to go to the police station?" Li Yan frowned. Even if Li Yan is very capable, he is not a bodhisattva who listens to all directions and sees Liulu. The easiest way now is to rely on the police station to find someone, and rely on the clues held by the public security system to find Dongdong's sister in the shortest time.
Li Yan thought about it, and was about to persuade the little boy Dongdong again, but when Li Yan recalled the scene of the little boy Dongdong running away hurriedly at noon today with a wallet in his hand, Li Yan stopped again.
Left-behind children still have food and a place to live. But street children like Dongdong, a little boy, don’t even have the most basic source of income. They want to live without government support and subsidies, or go out to do some ugly things on their own.
I'm afraid this little boy Dongdong has entered the police station many times, otherwise his face would not be so panic.
And their fear of the public security department is also being used by those scumbags in the society, coercing them into making huge profits.
Li Yan thought for a while, and asked the little boy Dongdong: "Why don't you want to go to the police station?"
Although he knew the answer in his heart, Li Yan still wanted to hear what the little boy Dongdong thought. If he has learned to deceive, he is not far from being bad at school.
The little boy hesitated for a while, he looked at Li Yan with the plastic bag, no impurities in his eyes.
But perhaps he has endured much more pain and lessons than his peers, and he couldn't determine for a while that the unfamiliar uncle who suddenly grabbed his hand was a good person.
But after hesitating again and again, the little boy Dongdong told the truth: "Uncle, I'm a thief."
The little boy Dongdong thought that after he said this, Li Yan's face would change drastically. Because no one wants to be with the thief, let alone treat the thief as a friend, which is one of the reasons why the little boy Dongdong hesitated to tell the truth.
But what the little boy Dongdong didn’t expect was that after he finished speaking, Li Yan patted his shoulder and smiled and said: “Be brave to face yourself and be open and open. Very good, child, you still have another one. A kind heart."
"Uncle, I'm a thief, I don't deserve your help." The little boy Dongdong's eyes were a little moist. When did he and his sister not dream of making friends with others? But because they were too dirty, too smelly, no one to support, and still thieves, the two children had no friends or a foothold in the society.
But Li Yan was the first person willing to have a heart-to-heart with him, and the first person who could look at him kindly when he said that he was a thief.
Seeing the tears in Dongdong's eyes, Li Yan stretched out his hand and pulled his cuff to help Dongdong wipe the tears.
However, at the age of eleven or twelve, many children in this age group are still in their parents' infancy, and they keep asking their parents to buy toys to play with.
But the boy with immature shoulders in front of him has experienced the dangers and sufferings of the world. For these helpless children, tears have become the best soulmate and a means of relieving pain.
Seeing Dongdong's tears, Li Yan felt very uncomfortable.
Perhaps Li Yan's behavior of drawing a knife and helping each other sees injustice, in the eyes of others, is purely fed up and has nothing to do, but why not give others more warmth than give yourself more care
Li Yan helped the little boy to wipe his tears.
The white underwear sleeves turned black after just rubbing them a few times.
The little boy Dongdong raised his little hand and knocked on Li Yan's wrist.
Dongdong couldn't help but said, "Uncle, I am very dirty and will spoil your clothes."
Li Yan smiled faintly when he heard the words, and saw Li Yan amiably looking at Dongdong and whispering: "It's okay, you can wash your clothes again when they are dirty, but the tears flow too much, but it's hard to get covered in water. Little guy, be strong. It’s not a sin for a man to cry, but crying too much doesn’t look like a man anymore."
"Yeah." The little boy nodded. Although he met Li Yan for the first time, Li Yan cared for him like a father.
Li Yan's voice seemed to have a magical power. When Dongdong was most helpless, and when he was most lost, it illuminates his heart like a ray of warm sunlight.
Li Yan once again grasped the hand of the little boy Dongdong, Dongdong was held in this way by Li Yan, and he did not break free.
"Go, uncle will take you to find your sister. The little guy muster up the courage, there is nothing difficult in the world, I am afraid of the caring people, and people are like a small boat. As long as you work hard to move forward, one day you will be able to reach the other side of your dreams and believe in yourself. Pain is always momentary, as long as you keep working hard, one day you will be able to reap happiness."
After Li Yan finished speaking, he lifted his foot and walked into the distance.
The little boy Dongdong was held by Li Yan. Under the white moonlight, Li Yan's stalwart figure and encouraging words were forever engraved in his heart.