Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

The woman looked at her son's shy appearance with a smile, her eyes looking back and forth between the few people.

Suddenly, she was stunned. The man who had been silent all the time, when she looked closely, actually had some similarities with her son in terms of features and eyebrows.

The woman started to panic, fearing that she had seen it wrong. She looked at him carefully again and felt bitter in her heart. Was he here to take her son back?

No, no, no! How could she easily give up the son she had raised with great effort to someone else? Even if that person was the child's biological father!

If they hadn't saved the child back then, the child would have already...

Ten years ago, when the couple were on their way back from working outside, she was the first to see the child, his face red with fever, lying alone in the bushes by the roadside, wearing tattered clothes and looking skinny.

The couple sent the child to the hospital, and after the child was rescued, they decided to take the child back to their hometown to raise him as their own son.

The reason she went out to work was because she suffered physical injuries after giving birth to a daughter, and the gossip in the village was very hurtful.

In order to escape from this environment, they entrusted their daughter to the elderly at home and went out to earn money. After two years, they really missed their daughter so much that they came back.

They didn't expect that God would give them such a big surprise. While the child was in the hospital, they also asked around the area where they found the child, but there was no family that had lost a child.

So, after the child recovered from the illness, they took the child back to their hometown and claimed that they conceived the child after going out to work to earn money for treatment.

The villagers believed it and said that since they had both a son and a daughter, their lives would become more and more prosperous.

Strangely enough, their lives really got better and better after having this child.

"Xiao Ming, go back to your room and study." Mother Du suddenly interrupted the conversation between Du Jingming and Zhang Hui.

Several people looked at her. Du Jingming was a little at a loss. Seeing his mother's face suddenly turned ugly, he really thought that he had been out for too long and had missed his studies.

He did not refute his mother's words, but agreed and turned back to the house.

Li Ziqiang held his face in a tense manner, trying hard to restrain himself and not look at the child again.

Zhang Hui and Xiao Qingze knew it very well. When the child came over to pour tea just now, after they saw the child's appearance clearly, they realized that they were not mistaken. It was this child.

Perhaps it is because those who are involved are more confused than those who are not involved, and mother Du did not care about being in a mystery at first, but when she looked on, everything became clear.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was heavy. After a long while, Mother Du said coldly, "You have finished your tea, let's go."

"Well, it's time to go. It's getting late. It's not safe to travel at night." Xiao Qingze coughed lightly.

Zhang Hui also stood up and said with a smile: "Thank you, sister, your tea is so sweet and really quenches my thirst."

Li Ziqiang knew that this was the last time he and his son would see each other, and they would never have any contact from then on.

His body swayed, and he even supported himself on the stone table with his hands before he had the strength to stand up.

He gave Mother Du a bitter smile and said the first words after entering the yard: "It's great that the child has you as his mother!"

Mother Du's eyes became slightly moist as she watched the man stagger out of her sight.

Zhang Hui would not point out this relationship. The child is living well, so why should he explain the situation?

What's the point of letting him know that he has a mother who doesn't love him and a father who killed his mother? That will ruin his life.

Zhang Hui and Xiao Qingze said nothing more. They nodded to their elder sister again in gratitude and followed her.

As soon as I walked out of the hospital, I heard the roar of a motorcycle coming from far away.

"Hey, it's you, brother! Why are you here?" This slightly familiar voice brought Li Ziqiang back to his senses.

He looked up and saw that it was the guest sitting at the table next to him in the restaurant. What was his name?

Zhang Hui and Xiao Qingze looked at each other, somewhat surprised, because this was clearly the guest named Lao Zheng.

Could it be that the shop owner is Du Jingming's father? Isn't this too much of a coincidence?

Li Ziqiang forced a smile and said, "I came here to ask for some water to drink."

Old Zheng laughed and said, "Oh, brother, isn't it a coincidence? This is the home of the restaurant owner, Brother Du."

"He asked me to come back and bring a message. I didn't expect to meet you again. This is really fate."

Li Ziqiang nodded repeatedly. That's right! This was fate. It was fate that bound his son to this family.

"Brother, wait for me for a moment. I'll come out after I talk to my sister-in-law. Let's go to my house and have a few drinks together."

I didn't realize that Lao Zheng was so hospitable. How could Li Ziqiang agree to his request? He just said that he had important matters to attend to and thanked him for his kindness.

Old Zheng had no choice but to give up, secretly worrying that he had lost the opportunity to drink openly. The tigress at home was too strict, and the alcohol bug in his stomach was causing trouble every day.

On the way back, Zhang Hui clearly felt the change in Li Ziqiang's mood. He was no longer stubborn and lonely, but became calmer and would occasionally tell them a joke.

The journey back was much faster than the journey there, and the Chinese New Year will be here in about ten days.

Thinking about it, this is the eleventh Spring Festival I have spent with my grandparents. The time seems to pass so quickly, yet it also seems to pass so slowly.

In the car moving at a constant speed, Zhang Hui completely relaxed himself and gradually fell asleep.

Xiao Qingze raised the air-conditioning temperature by a few degrees and drove more carefully and steadily.

When they returned to Beiyang City, Xiao Qingze first sent Zhang Hui home, and then took Li Ziqiang back to the Municipal Bureau to report.

It was evening and every household was busy cooking. The sounds of chopping vegetables, frying food, and children's laughter and crying could be heard everywhere.

Zhang Hui took a deep breath. This was the earthly atmosphere that she missed. Among the thousands of lights, one was lit for her.

After dinner, he coaxed his family to go to bed early. Zhang Hui had been running around for nearly half a month and was really tired.

Just as I was falling into a deep sleep, a shrill scream broke the silence of the night.

Zhang Hui was shocked. What happened? He listened carefully and found that it was the old man next door who was beating people.

When I came out to the living room, my grandparents and mom also came out to see what was going on.

After listening carefully, grandma sighed and said, "Old Deng next door has really lost his mind. He beats his wife every other day. What a sin!"

"Mom, listen, Old Deng's wife's voice has changed! No, we have to go and persuade her!" Zhang Wenxiu couldn't stand it anymore.

As she said this, she was about to go out. Zhang Hui would never let his mother go alone, so he hurriedly followed her.

A few minutes was enough for Zhang Hui to learn more information from his mother.

Old man Deng from the Deng family next door retired early for some reason, and he likes to go to the park to dance and exercise every day.

After a while, he started to fall in love with a younger lady who he danced with. His only wish was to divorce his wife, who was an old woman at home, so that he could live with that lady as soon as possible.

It's a nice thought, but I'm not going to be a good-for-nothing like that. I'll serve him all my life, and then be kicked out of the house by him when I'm old?

So Old Deng seemed to be bewitched and would make a scene every few days, and it gradually developed to the point where he started to hurt people.

"He is also your Aunt Huang's son. He has been away from home for a long time. If he were at home, Old Deng would not dare to say a word."

"Mom, Aunt Huang, why don't you agree to a divorce?" Zhang Hui didn't understand. Life had become like this, but why was she still dragging her feet and refusing to divorce?

"Well, who knows?" Zhang Wenxiu didn't understand either.

It was only a dozen steps away, and the two of them arrived at the next door while talking.

Zhang Hui suddenly found that the sound in the room suddenly disappeared and it became terrifyingly quiet.

She used her spiritual sense to probe in and happened to witness Aunt Huang launching an angry counterattack at Old Deng. Old Deng shook his head and fell to the ground.

Zhang Wenxiu knocked on the door: "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you? Brother Deng, open the door!"

The room was silent, no one spoke, and no one came to open the door.

Zhang thought back, does this mean he is refusing help from his neighbors?

After a few minutes, the door creaked open a crack.

Aunt Huang, who looked disheveled, was standing in the crack of the door. Her hair was disheveled, her left eye socket was bruised, there was a red and swollen area at the corner of her mouth and cheek, and there were several black footprints on her clothes.

She pulled the corners of her mouth towards Zhang Wenxiu, wanting to laugh but pulling back in pain.

Zhang Wenxiu asked with concern: "Is there any medicine in the room?"

Aunt Huang nodded without saying anything, opened the door and let them in.

Deng's yard is a little smaller than hers, but it's just as neat and tidy.

Zhang Hui smelled a faint smell of blood and saw that there were no bleeding wounds on Aunt Huang's body, which meant that Old Deng had a broken head.

When I stepped into the living room, the floor was a mess, with bowls, chopsticks and food scattered all over the floor.

Old Deng was lying on the ground with blood on one side of his forehead, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

Zhang Wenxiu took a deep breath: "He's dead?"

Aunt Huang said calmly, "He's not dead. I knocked him out when he wasn't paying attention."

Zhang recalled: This is too much to bear, right?