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After hearing Chen Xiaohui's cry, Zhang Qiang defended himself with an unnatural expression: "I have been racing cars all year round, I didn't know you had such a hard time at home." He lived like a piece of driftwood, unconscious, blind and deaf, he Don't care that the first daughter was abandoned by the mother, and the second daughter was trafficked by the conspiracy of his wife and brother-in-law. His wife was sucked dry by her mother-in-law and brother-in-law, and became cowardly and twisted.

Human beings live in groups, and this is most evident among neighbors in rural areas.Who lost a chicken, who got an extra dog, who bought a daughter-in-law, who didn't have a son, the trivial things were processed by tongue, turned into vicious arrows and pierced into the heart of the person at the center of the topic.Living in an alienated environment for a long time, Chen Xiaohui was not born stupid. She couldn't see the right way, so she could only walk towards the cliff blindfolded.

Shi Rong didn't want her two children to continue watching the suffering in the world. She asked, "Do you have any other questions? My children are going back to school."

"Wait a minute, Ms. Shi." The China Youth Daily reporter sitting in the second row raised his hand, "Excuse me, just now your husband said that Xiaoxue might have been sold. Can you explain in detail what it means?"

"It is inconvenient to disclose this matter, we are still investigating." Shi Rong said.

"May I ask where your son was trafficked?" Another reporter raised his hand.

"Caoyao Village, Fuyang, Anhui." Shi Rong said, "If you have free time, you can go to that village for a field trip."

This is using the reporters as free labor, Xing Yang laughed, secretly thinking that Shi Rong is indeed a good friend of his sister Zong Zhengqian, and the two have very similar tempers.

Wen Deze took Wen Ling and Wen Ruixue out for dinner, while Shi Rong stayed in the conference room to continue answering the reporters' questions.Ke Yici waited at the door and asked, "Do you have classes in the afternoon? I'll drive you off."

"Yes." Wen Ling said, he turned and gestured to his father [I will go to dinner with him. 】

"Okay, let's go." Wen Deze said, "Be careful."

The two walked out of the hotel side by side, and Ke Yici sighed: "It's really difficult."

[Like people from two worlds. 】Wen Ling gestures 【They think each other is a ghost. 】

"I plan to apply for a business trip to Anhui." Ke Yici said, "I'll go to the village in Fuyang to take a look."

Wen Ling looked at him and asked, "Why, what?"

"I want to do something." Ke Yici walked slowly along the sidewalk. "I will find buyers, and maybe more children who have been sold. This is a huge topic, and it is worth my time to explore."

【I will go with you. 】Wen Ling gestures 【I remember many details. 】

Ke Yici looked at Wen Ling in surprise. He thought that Wen Ling would never want to go back to that ghostly place in his life. It would be extremely painful to take the initiative to recall childhood trauma.But he forgot Wen Ling's stubborn nature.

【I want to go back. 】Wen Ling gestures.

On the first night when he finally arrived home after a long journey, Wen Ling had a high fever all night.With his hot forehead on his face, he didn't dare to close his eyes. He held his sister's hand tightly, for fear that he would lose her trace if he didn't pay attention.Huangdou stayed at the foot of the bed every step of the way, occasionally standing up and laying down on the bed, nuzzling Wen Ling's hand.

The 20-year-old Wen Ling couldn't imagine where his energy and courage came from when he was young. The happy and happy life piled up his gentle and soft qualities, but also flattened his edges and corners.He painted landscapes, flowers and birds that symbolize beauty and auspiciousness. His instructor once commented that his paintings were "more than enough in shape but not enough in strength".

Taking this opportunity, Wen Ling wanted to regain the lost courage. He didn't want to be treated as a flower in the greenhouse because of his childhood experience, and he wanted to face the suffering and ugliness in the world.

He couldn't speak, so he let the paintbrush speak for him.

"Okay, okay." Ke Yi replied, "Why did you tell your parents that you were going to collect folk songs?"

Wen Ling nodded, and he gestured【When are you going to leave? 】

"Next Tuesday." Ke Yici said, his expression slightly unnatural, "Ni Fangli will go too."

Wen Ling thought for a while, and gestured [She and I think differently. 】

"Is it better or worse than what you thought?" Ke Yici asked.

[I don't know how to define her. 】Wen Ling scratched her head in distress 【Perhaps good-looking people can always get the most forgiveness, I think she is very interesting. 】

Unexpectedly, the child is still a face control, Ke Yici looked at Wen Ling inquiringly: "Do you think I look like that?"

Wen Ling gestured honestly [You and her are two different styles, you are not as good-looking as her. 】

Ke Yici's sense of crisis is overwhelming, but he has not forgotten that Wen Ling is still in the stage of exploring sexual orientation, that is to say, this child is Schrödinger's cat, straight and curved.

"Why don't I look good?" Ke Yici was at the top of his game. The basic requirement for being a host was good looks. He thought that his looks were far beyond the baseline, which made Wen Ling feel unconfident in just a few words.

[You are not ugly. 】Wen Ling explained 【She looks better. 】

"...Forget it." Ke Yici gave up arguing, and he walked into a Lanzhou ramen shop, "What do you eat?"

"La, noodles." Wen Ling said.

"Two servings of beef ramen, plus a plate of beef and a roasted naan." Ke Yici took out his mobile phone to pay the bill, Wen Ling picked an empty seat and sat down, turned on his mobile phone to look for the plane ticket from Beijing to Anhui.

Ke Yici sat across from Wen Ling, looking at his phone seriously.

Wen Ling poked the back of Ke Yici's hand and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at the facial cleanser." Ke Yici said angrily, "My facial cleanser must not be good enough for you to see my appearance clearly."

Wen Ling pursed her lips and smiled. He didn't expect Ke Yici to care so much about his casual comment. He added, "You look good."

"Perfunctory." Ke Yici listened to the child's unskilled sweet talk, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.He closed the Taobao page, picked up a corner of the baked naan with his chopsticks, and chewed it in his mouth: "It tastes good."

Wen Ling buried himself in eating ramen. The lunch that was supposed to be at twelve o'clock was delayed until two o'clock by the negotiation meeting. He was already hungry and his eyes were flustered.

Ke Yici looked at the child's eating movements that were obviously speeding up, so he asked a question in order to slow down Wen Ling's eating speed, so that the other party would not eat too much and feel uncomfortable: "What time do you have class?"

"Three o'clock, belch-and-a-half." Wen Ling choked for a moment, and hurriedly lowered her head to search for a water glass all over the table.

Ke Yici handed him a glass of warm water and said with a smile, "Slow down, I won't fight with you."

"Hurp." Wen Ling took the water glass, held his breath and poured it into his stomach. He breathed a sigh of relief, and he probably felt full. He resumed his usual way of eating slowly.

[I can't bear hunger. 】Wen Ling gestured embarrassedly【Sorry. 】

"There is no need to apologize between us." Ke Yici said, but he was indeed frightened by Wen Ling's wolfish appearance, "You look flustered, why?"

Wen Ling touched his full stomach, and gestured [I'm afraid of the feeling of hunger, maybe because,] he tried to describe the cruel past in plain language, [From when I was abducted to being sold, it took about a day and a half At that time, they didn't give me food. 】

[I was just six years old at the time, and a six-year-old child already remembers things. 】Wen Ling gestured 【They were afraid that I would disobey the buyer, so they waited until the buyer gave me the first bite of porridge. 】

[I feel like a puppy. 】Wen Ling gestured 【Of course I also went hungry a few times when I was running away, but the most impressive thing was the first time I was hungry. 】

Ke Yici was speechless for a long time. The last thing Wen Ling needed was late consolation. Besides, consolation could not heal the old scars. He asked, "Has the person who kidnapped you been caught yet?"

[Caught it. 】Wen Ling gestured 【Eight years in prison, they have already been released from prison. 】

"Has the buyer been sentenced?" Ke Yici asked.

Wen Ling shook her head.

"I want to ask a question." Ke Yici said, "I've always wanted to ask, but I haven't had a chance to ask it out."

Wen Ling said, "What."

"I heard from my dad that you were able to speak, but after being trafficked, you can't speak anymore. The doctor diagnosed it as psychogenic aphasia," Ke Yici said carefully, "Do you have a clue? What caused it?" You can't talk?"

Ke Yici asked about the secret buried deep in Wen Ling's heart. The inability to speak is a strong shackle, which not only protects him but also hinders him.Relying on this hidden disability, he sparked disputes between buyers and sellers, which in turn gave him hope of returning home.

Rather than saying that he suffered from aphasia tragically, it is better to say that he chose to be disabled and exchanged the dawn at the cost of losing his voice.