Although I know that this run, it is possible that we will never see each other!

However, I had to make a choice before the heavy rain came, because for the first time, I felt that the process of dark clouds in the sky made me shiver from the bottom of my heart......

Practice proved that I made the right choice.

Later, the heavy rain once rose to the level of a storm, for the first time in more than ten years, and even when the storm passed, even the street lamps next to the road were blown and bent down, and the small trees with thick arms were cut off by the storm at the waist!

That's all for later.

Are you afraid?

Unafraid!

How can a "little man" of this age with a very "rebellious" spirit be intimidated by a strange city, a strange road, and a strange person!

Are you afraid?

Fear!

What I am afraid of is that the choice of this path will be a major turning point in the experience of life! A major unknown event! For a child, the horror of the unknown will be magnified tenfold, hundredfold, and thousandfold......

I trotted like a headless fly on an unfamiliar road, looking around, looking for shelter from the wind and rain, and at the same time maintaining the slightest longing—the longing to meet my loved ones!

As far as the eye could see, all the people in my sight were running, searching for different destinations in my heart, but I was aimless.

"Even if I don't meet my father or mother, I can find a public toilet, let me escape this coming storm!" I thought to myself.

However, every time hope is ignited, it is defeated by the cruel reality!

Is it really a disaster?

"Zhou Yi" said: The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and the human shield is one. Not without reason.

The rain became heavier and heavier.

Running and running, an old man faintly appeared in his sight.

With an umbrella in hand, he walked slowly in the rain with staggering steps, and walked towards me.

I ran to the old man and stopped him, and said to him with tears in my words: "Grandpa, grandpa, I'm lost! Can you help me?"

The old man looked me up and down, and after hearing the words "I am lost," he quickly stuffed the umbrella in his hand into my hand regardless of the wind and rain, and said: "Child, my house is here, you can come with me! Let's take shelter from the rain first, and I will take you to the village to find your family in a while!"

Ignoring my reaction, he continued to stumble and walked straight forward with his hands behind his back.

"What's going on?" I said to myself, holding the umbrella I had unconsciously received, staring at the back of the old man in the rain, "Isn't it a liar? Let me go home with him so quickly? What if I am abducted? Will he go with him or not? If he is a human trafficker, won't this life be over?"

People are like this, when they want to ask for help, they always think of all kinds of rejected arguments, and once others readily agree, they will think that others will not have any traps or conspiracies!

Do you think happiness came too suddenly? Or do you think it's a little unrealistic? Actually, it's neither.

It doesn't have to be that complicated, it's just a matter of meeting a good person!

Seeing that I didn't keep up, the old man seemed to have guessed something, turned around and said to me kindly: "Go back to my house to avoid the rain first, and after the rain will be clear, I will take you to the village committee, and then let the secretary use the loudspeaker to help you broadcast to find someone, so that it will come quickly!"

After listening to his words and kind expression, I lowered my guard against him for a moment, gritted my teeth and stomped my feet, and ran to his house without hesitation.

"As soon as I found out that he was a human trafficker, I immediately resisted and ran out. I said to myself.

Even with this idea, I still had a drum in my heart when I followed my uncle into the house.

But at this time, the storm no longer gave us a minute to hide from the rain, and before we could enter the house, the rain poured from the sky, and immediately wet my clothes.

Coming to an unfamiliar environment, I stood at the door and looked at the whole house.

The furniture is similar to mine, but much more rudimentary: I don't know how many layers of the roof and walls have been pasted with newspapers, several sets of bedding are stacked on top of each other in an orderly manner, and a black-and-white television set of about 18 inches has been set up high.

"You sit down and take off your coat to dry. Seeing me standing still, the old man said to me.