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Two days later, Mu Fengting and Lin Wanru asked for leave, and also asked for leave for Mu Qingnian and Gu Min. After asking the police for the detailed address, the four of them embarked on a journey to the small town.

In the past two days, Gu Min seemed absent-minded and depressed, as if the pent-up anger in his heart had not yet been vented. Seeing this, Mu Qingnian was very worried. She often talked to him beside him, trying to make him happy. He would still touch her head and smile gently, but still didn't say much...

Just like now, he just stared at the scenery outside without saying a word.

It was early autumn, and the leaves outside were green and yellow, which, combined with the houses that were constantly moving backwards, looked very artistic. Such a beautiful scenery was something Gu Min had never seen before. It should be said that he had no memory of the time when he was taken away by human traffickers at the age of three. This time, it should be the first time for him to feel the scene of returning home...

But it is very heavy...

He glanced in the direction of the trunk. He knew that the car contained the funeral supplies carefully prepared by Uncle Mu and Aunt Lin. It was not like he had not witnessed life and death before. In those seven years, there were children who died in the hands of those human traffickers. It was him and another slightly older child who secretly ran out, dug a shallow pit with their hands, and hastily buried the child who had lost his breath and was abandoned in the wild...

He had a deep memory of that night. He buried the child who had spoken to him two days before. He didn't know whether it was fear or grief. Tears kept flowing down his face. He felt that human life was worthless and the future was dark...

At that time, he didn't understand what a memorial ceremony was, he only knew that life and death were so close to him...

He thought that now that his life was better, he would not think about those things anymore...but he did not expect that life and death would come close once again...

The journey was not far, maybe only four hours by car, but who would have thought that in just these four short hours, he and his parents...had walked for seven years...

"Xiao Min, we're here."

Mu Fengting stopped the car, turned around and spoke softly. Although he was driving, he noticed that Gu Min was very low-pitched all the way, and spoke softly. Gu Min nodded and got out of the car obediently. In front of him was a slightly low bungalow. Because no one took care of it, there were many weeds. There was an iron gate outside, locked with a thick chain, waiting for the owner to return.

Gu Min's parents didn't have any relatives, so the house had been vacant. The funeral of the two was also handled by the neighbors. Lin Wanru took out the key from the neighbor from her bag and opened the door. The three of them watched Gu Min calm down and walked in...

The moment he stepped through the door, the scenes that had been sealed in his memory began to appear in fragments in Gu Min's mind...

He seemed to see that at the door, his father made a small wooden horse and he rode on it, laughing happily. He saw his mother cooking delicious dishes in the small cramped kitchen and then feeding him with a smile. He saw his mother telling him a bedtime story before he went to bed. He saw his father holding him and paddling in the bucket...

Clearly there were only some fragments, and it was clear that the scene had been so unrememberable before, but now it came flooding back, causing Gu Min to burst into tears...

His parents...really loved him...

He walked slowly into the house. It was said that the decorations inside were all well preserved. He quietly touched every piece of furniture inside. The air was filled with tranquility, which made him immersed in his own thoughts.

When he walked to the small bed that was obviously for him to sleep on, he stopped and stared at it for a long time. Then he sat down, curled up, and nestled in the small bed...

At the age of ten, his body had already outgrown the bed, but he stubbornly lay down in it, buried his head under the small pillow, and cried bitterly...

"Dad, Mom, I'm back..." Gu Min's voice was trembling a little, "I missed you so much..."

He...really has no parents this time...

The other three people in the yard faintly heard his crying... but did not follow him in, because they all knew that Gu Min needed to be alone at this time. However, the three of them were not idle. They took out tools from the car and quietly began to clear the weeds in the yard...

Gu Min didn't know how long he cried, as if he cried out all the grievances he had experienced for seven years and the longing for his parents for ten years. When he finally calmed down and walked out of the house, he saw the renovated yard. His eyes moved slightly and he almost cried again...

Before he could say anything, three people came up to him and asked with concern, "Xiao Min, are you out? Are you okay?"

Gu Min nodded and forced a smile, "Uncle Mu, Aunt Lin, Nian Nian, thank you..."

Mu Qingnian quickly took his hand and said, "Brother, it's really polite of you to say that."

Lin Wanru used a handkerchief to wipe the tears from his face and said softly, "Xiao Min, do you need to stay a little longer? If you've rested enough, shall we go to the tomb and take a look?"

"Okay, Aunt Lin." Gu Min's hand clenched slightly. Mu Qingnian felt his nervousness and gently shook it back. Gu Min felt her strength, turned his head and smiled slightly, indicating to her that he was fine.

A few of them cleaned up again and threw away the garbage in the corner. When Gu Min walked out of the door, he took one last look back at this strange yet familiar place, took a deep breath, and locked the door.

The place where Gu Min's parents were buried was not far away, and the four of them arrived there in a short drive. This time, everyone did not let Gu Min go alone, but followed him together, carrying fruits, flowers and other memorial items.

Mu Qingnian held a bunch of chrysanthemums in her hand, gently took Gu Min's hand, and followed closely. Gu Min was originally a little anxious and nervous, but because of her presence, his anxiety dissipated a lot...

Walking into a small cemetery, there are several sycamore trees nearby. The autumn wind blows the leaves of the sycamore trees, and the yellow leaves fall down with the wind. The yellow leaves at the foot of the tree are like a golden carpet scattered all over the ground. And in the middle of it, there is a tomb with the names of Gu Min's parents engraved on it.

Gu Min stood in front of the tomb, knelt down slowly, placed the flowers in his hand in front of the tomb, and shed tears silently. Mu Qingnian also knelt beside him and gently held his hand.

The wind blew, and the leaves rustled, as if comforting the lonely and sad boy.