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When the sky lit up in the distance, Song Mingyi and Xiao Wu had already arrived at the small mountain village in Hexi.

Song Mingyi took Xiaowu and knocked on Brother Zheng's door.

But after knocking for a long time, no one came to open the door.

It was the neighbor who heard the noise and came out.

"You are here to find the children, too."

"Yes. Brother Zheng abducted my son two years ago. I got the news that Brother Zheng once brought my son back." Song Mingyi took out a wad of money and stuffed it into the neighbor's hand: "This is a photo of my son when he was two weeks old. , Brother, please help me think about whether you have seen my son?"

Song Mingyi quickly talked about the appearance and characteristics of Erbao.

It's sad to say.

What she now knows about Er Bao's appearance and characteristics was what she heard from the servants of the Song family who had bribed them before. The photo in her hand was also given to her by the servant.

The neighbor's elder brother took the money and his attitude was very serious. He looked at the photo carefully: "It looks a bit familiar. Don't worry, I'll think about it again."

Song Mingyi was overjoyed and looked at her neighbor's brother eagerly.

The neighbor's eldest brother said something about the second child, and then called his wife over: "Come and see, have you seen this child?"

The neighbor's wife looked at it for a long time: "I've seen it before. This child is the smartest child I have ever seen. He is very articulate at a young age, but he is too thin and has injuries of all sizes. It seems that the family has not taken good care of him. "

The neighbor's wife was chattering endlessly, and suddenly her husband pulled her and said apologetically: "It's my fault for talking too much. Don't take it to heart."

The neighbor's daughter-in-law said this, but she looked unconcerned. Guarding such a trafficker neighbor, most of the children she had seen were white and fat, but that one child was worse than a child without parents.

Song Mingyi's heart felt like a knife was cutting her, and the tears in her eyes were almost bursting.

She endured her heartache and asked, "Then do you know where this child has gone?"

"I know." The neighbor's wife said, "This child developed a high fever not long after he came here. He didn't survive it and died."

Song Mingyi sat in the passenger seat.

Xiaowu opened the car door and got into the driver's seat. He looked at Song Mingyi hesitantly.

Song Mingyi asked hoarsely: "What did you find out?"

"Sister Yi."

"Don't hide it from me. He is my child, and I want to know everything about him."

Xiao Wu pondered for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I just checked and Er Bao didn't survive the high fever."

Erbao did not survive the high fever.

Erbao... is dead.

Every word was like a thunderclap, exploding in Song Mingyi's heart.

She just sat there, motionless for a long time, as if she couldn't even breathe.

Xiao Wu called out several times, but received no response, so he raised his hand and gave it a gentle push.

Song Mingyi opened her mouth as if she had been severely injured, and blood spurted out.

"Sister Yi!"

When Song Mingyi woke up again, her eyes were completely white, and her breath was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Xiao Wu immediately came over and said in a soft voice: "Sister Yi, are you awake? How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Song Mingyi said nothing and struggled to get off the bed.

"Sister Yi, your health is not good yet, you need to cultivate yourself." Xiao Wu quickly advised.

Song Mingyi didn't even look at him.

Song Mingyi stumbled all the way to the old cemetery.

The neighbor's eldest sister said before that after Erbao died, Brother Zheng casually buried him here.

Song Mingyi asked people to dig up the old graveyard, and then found the small coffin that the neighbor's sister mentioned.

The coffin was made of very poor material and was very worn out after only two years.

Song Mingyi dispatched a special plane to send Erbao's coffin thousands of miles back.

She buried her second child next to her mother's grave.

On the day when Erbao was buried in the coffin, the weather was bad, it was raining lightly, and her clothes were all wet.

Song Mingyi didn't care at all.

She carefully wiped the small tombstone with a handkerchief and whispered: "Er Bao, listen to grandma and be good."

Xiao Wu felt uncomfortable: "Sister Yi, don't worry, my aunt will definitely take good care of the second baby down there. The second baby will also be well behaved."

Song Mingyi shook his head and said hoarsely: "Xiaowu, I don't want Erbao to be well-behaved. Do you know? Only children who are not loved and protected by others will be well-behaved."

Children are the best at judging people's faces.

Are you feeling distressed? They know best whether they are sincerely protective.

There is a saying that proves the best reviews - the children of the poor are born early.

Xiao Wu felt even more uncomfortable when he heard this.

He can especially understand Song Mingyi. After finally coming out, the only remaining child is gone.

The rain fell harder and the wind picked up.

The rolled up leaves were flying all over the sky, and each leaf was like the embodiment of Song Mingyi's inner anger and grief.

Xiao Wu looked at the sky in the distance: "Sister Yi, let's go back, a heavy rain is coming."

Seeing that Song Mingyi did not move, Xiaowu persuaded her again: "Sister Yi, if the second baby sees his mother so sad and hurts himself, he will feel uncomfortable. You love your child so much, you must not be willing to let the second baby be sad."

Song Mingyi finally reacted. She placed the newly bought windmill in front of the tomb and followed Xiao Wu down.

The rain is not heavy yet, but the wind is getting stronger and stronger.

The wind and dust rotated crazily, making a clattering sound.

There was something like a child's laughter in the sound.

He was holding the windmill, laughing and making noise, and calling for his mother.

However, her children will never call her mom again.

After coming down from Lingshan Mountain, Song Mingyi reached her limit and fell to the ground.

Song Mingyi had a very good dream.

She dreamed of Dabao and Erbao.

They were all grown up, and they were laughing and making fun around her with the windmill.

Song Mingyi was also very happy. Looking at the cute child in front of her, she felt that it would be good to stay like this for the rest of her life.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew.

Dabao and Erbao were blown up with the windmill.

Song Mingyi was startled and immediately chased after him.

"Dabao, Erbao!"

Soon she caught up.

Song Mingyi held the two children tightly in her arms: "Mom was scared to death. She thought you were going to disappear."

"Mom, we won't disappear. We have been waiting for you." Dabao Erbao raised his head when he spoke.

Their little faces appeared in front of her eyes, and it was a little face that she was very familiar with.

"Momo?"

"Mommy mommy!"

The sound of breathing in her ears became louder and louder. Song Mingyi slowly opened her eyes and saw Lu Yimo's little face.

Lu Yimo was very happy to see Song Mingyi wake up: "Mom, you finally woke up. You scared me to death."

Lu Yimo said, his eyes were red and tears almost fell.

Lu Shenxing reached out and pulled Lu Yimo out of Song Mingyi's arms: "Be calm, don't you see that she can't hold you now?"

Lu Yimo quickly apologized: "Mom, I'm sorry. I was too reckless and almost hurt you."