On the day Wan Mingming disappeared, the family didn't pay much attention at first. The people in Jiangyuan Town are simple and simple, and there has never been an incident of losing a child in the past decades.
The fever reached 40 degrees that day in Mingqiu. His father Wan Xingmin took him to the town hospital for several bottles of drips, and then he subsided a little. The doctor said it was acute tonsillitis, and it would not go down for a while. Drink plenty of water and be observant.
After tossing all afternoon, when I got home, it was already dark.
Mother Li Xiaohua has a really big heart. At this time, she is still checking the inventory in the store. The business of this day is really good. The small store is much emptier than usual. When she saw Wan Xingmin, she was full of smiles.
"Business is good today, and several models are sold out. It seems that I have to buy them again tomorrow."
Wan Xingmin asked: "What about Mingming?"
Li Xiaohua: "It should be at Grandma Wang's house. I'll pick her up after packing up."
The reason why Li Xiaohua is so calm is because he often eats and drinks at Grandma Wang's house, and sometimes squints on the recliner at Grandma Wang's house.
Grandma Wang's sons and daughters are all out of town, and she loves the lively and lovely Mingming very much, as if she were her own granddaughter.
Wan Xingmin took Ming Qiu back to the second floor, and just poured a glass of water for Ming Qiu when Li Xiaohua's flustered voice sounded downstairs.
"Xingmin, Xingmin Hurry up, it's gone."
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2000, the three streets inside and outside Jiangyuan Town were brightly lit, and the neighbors in the neighborhood were all helping to find Wan Mingming, searching every nook and cranny on the side of the street.
At first, Li Xiaohua still had hope. As time passed bit by bit, when the night breeze picked up, the sky was as dark as a pan. Hope is swallowed up bit by bit with the color of the night.
She stood in the middle of the street and turned around unconsciously, her voice trembling.
"Xingmin, tell me, will she fall asleep somewhere?"
As the head of the family, Wan Xingmin knew in his heart at this time that with the passage of time, Wan Mingming may have found so little that he didn't even dare to think about it, but he still tried to comfort Li Xiaohua .
"Don't worry, she is obviously playful, she may fall asleep somewhere, and when she wakes up, she will be able to go home."
Although Jiangyuan Town is simple and simple, and there has never been a child abducted and sold in the past, I am afraid that there are people with a heart. Jiangyuan Town is a big town with convenient transportation. It is too difficult to take a child away without being discovered. It's easier.
If Wan Mingming was really taken away by someone with a heart, he might have gone far away by now.
When Wan Xingmin was standing in the middle of the street and talking to Li Xiaohua, Wan Mingqiu was panting and standing at the window on the second floor, under the dim incandescent light, with a pair of small hands on the wooden window lattice, looking from his window. Looking down, it had just rained the day before, and the rain hadn't dried up in that low-lying area.
His mother, Li Xiaohua, was sitting slumped on the muddy ground, appearing in his line of sight with a sad posture that Ming Qiu had never seen before.
There was something crystal in the eye socket, which overflowed in an instant, and then it was like a broken bead, ticking
Guilt rose little by little with the sound of ticking, and soon overflowed his chest.
Everything should not be like this, nor is it what he imagined.
He knew that he had lost Wan Mingming with his own hands.
In the second year after Wan Mingming disappeared, Li Xiaohua and Wan Xingmin divorced.
How many marriages are maintained because of children. When children are gone, marriage is like chewing wax. The more you chew, the less it tastes.
Wan Mingqiu remembered that on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the second year, Jiangyuan Town was shrouded in mist. Li Xiaohua closed the door panels of the shop downstairs one by one, picked up his luggage and walked towards the station without looking back.
Wan Mingqiu followed far behind, step by step, the station was in front of him, Li Xiaohua turned around with a blank expression.
She said to Ming Qiu who was hiding behind the cypress tree on the street.
"Mingqiu, go back! Don't let Dad worry."
Wan Mingqiu bit his lip for a long time, leaned out his small body, hesitated for a long time before speaking.
"Mom, can you not go?"
The corner of Li Xiaohua's mouth pulled a smile that was uglier than crying, put down his luggage, walked up to Wan Mingqiu, and stretched out his hand to give him a warm hug.
There is a particularly comfortable fragrance on her body. In Ming Qiu's opinion, it should be the smell of her mother.
This hug does not?How long will it last? On this autumn morning, Ming Qiu curled up in Li Xiaohua's arms, smelling the warming smell, and counting.
He hoped that this hug could be longer, but unfortunately it was not as he wished, this hug was very short, when he counted to the fifth, Li Xiaohua let go without hesitation.
She said: "Mingqiu, I will not be your mother anymore. Today is the end of our mother-child relationship. We will get along well with your father in the future. Maybe there will be a new mother to take care of you instead of me."
Li Xiaohua wiped away his tears, turned and left, and never looked back.
Even though Wan Mingqiu ran behind her, crying and calling for her mother, and staggered and fell on the side of the street, she didn't look back.
For many years after that, Wan Mingqiu never saw Li Xiaohua again, nor did Wan Xingmin find a new mother for Wan Mingqiu, and raised Wan Mingqiu alone as both a father and a mother.
When Wan Mingqiu was two years old, the life of his mother, who had always been frail and sickly, came to an end.
That year, Ming Qiu was still young, and he didn't remember anything at all. The only impression he had of his own mother was her hand wearing a bracelet, which was skinny and frightening like a chicken paw.
Li Xiaohua married Wan Xingmin half a year after Ming Qiu's mother died, and Ming Qiu was over two years old that year.
Two-year-old Wan Mingqiu saw Li Xiaohua with a bright face, and instantly fell in love with this aunt who had a particularly good-looking smile.
Ming Qiu will always remember that day, it was a beautiful spring afternoon, Li Xiaohua and his father Wan Xingmin stood side by side at the gate of the kindergarten to pick him up.
Li Xiaohua squatted down when he saw Ming Qiu from a distance, and smiled at Ming Qiu.
"Come, Mingqiu, come to Auntie."
Li Xiaohua is cheerful, loves to laugh, and knows how to express himself. That day, Wan Mingqiu liked this beautiful aunt very much, and threw herself into Li Xiaohua's arms without fear of being exposed. She had a special fragrance on her body. The young Wan Mingqiu was thinking that this fragrance probably belonged to her mother.
The reason why Wan Mingqiu likes Li Xiaohua even more is that that day Li Xiaohua conjured several chocolate candies in his empty palm.
In Wan Mingqiu's memory, the chocolate candies that day were particularly sweet, and even the fire clouds that the setting sun set on the horizon seemed to be the taste of chocolate candies, which lingered in his memory and could not be erased.
Not long after that day, Li Xiaohua moved into Wan's house and slept on the same bed with his father. The young Ming Qiu was squeezed between the two of them and slept very soundly.
This home is finally like a home, with warmth and the smell of a mother.
A year later, my younger sister obviously came to this world, and the family became more and more lively. Li Xiaohua took back the storefront on the first floor and opened a clothing store. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com