Zhao Wanxia calmly recounted all this. From time to time, he stopped to look at his son next to him, and collected the corn kernels that had been sprinkled on a kang for him.

"Do you hate?" said Edge, who didn't dare to look at her directly.

Hate?

Zhao Wanxia recalled that she may have hated it at the beginning, but later she became numb.

Her first husband was at least not like the other men in the village who bought a daughter-in-law, he never beat him, nor did he dislike that he could not give birth to a son.

Her second husband, who is now the husband, is named Liu Gen.

Liu Gen, stay root. The people in the village speak vernacular, and the cheap name is easy to feed.

Kogen is the son of Oyama, who endowed him with a calm and kind personality and an upright, kind, hardworking and simple mind. He was not good at words, and because of poverty, the young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old had not yet started a family. The combination with Zhao Wanxia is a very lucky thing in his opinion. Xiaogen's parents felt even more happy from the sky, and they treated Zhao Wanxia as if they were their own. Xiaogen treated Zhao Wanxia considerately, and a smile gradually appeared on Zhao Wanxia's face, and they were full of hope for life. The little couple is thinking about how to build this complicated family well, but the mother-in-law with a strange personality feels sorry for her son, and every time she sees her and Xiaogen, she can't help but lose her temper, and even sprinkles the fire on her granddaughter. Xiaogen and Zhao Wanxia resolutely returned to Xiaogen's house with the child in desperation. Before leaving, Zhao Wanxia took out the more than 8,000 yuan she had saved, left half for her mother-in-law, and took half of it with herself. Three years ago, Zhao Wanxia gave birth to a son to Xiaogen. Xiaogen's family takes care of Zhao Wanxia's life. Zhao Wanxia's face turned rosy again. She gets along well with her neighbors and has a few close friends. As the days passed, Xiaogen and Zhao Wanxia's relationship deepened day by day, and they went to the market together and went to relatives together. Xiaogen's whole family is even more concerned about the daughter brought by Zhao Wanxia.

In the autumn of the second year, Zhao Wanxia fed a few more pigs, and Xiaogen kept digging coal in the underground kiln in Xishan, desperately trying to make money, and he wanted Zhao Wanxia to live a good life. As for Zhao Wanxia, she still doesn't pay attention to food, clothing, and dress. She's always quietly saving money. Sometimes at sunset, I look at the far south, thinking about my father and siblings who are far away day and night, and dreaming of one day being reunited with my loved ones.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival the year before last, Zhao Wanxia ran away suddenly without saying goodbye and took her daughter on the train back to her hometown.

Zhao Wanxia took the child and returned to her hometown Yunnan all the way. When she miraculously stood in her haunting hometown, a completely strange sight awaited her.

A new house was built on top of her family's old house, but the occupants were not her eldest brother.

The man who opened the door was a man in his forties, and after hearing the person she was looking for, he shook his head and said: "Everyone is gone, in the earthquake a few years ago, only the old lady of the Zhao family was rescued, and she was seriously ill and died two years ago." ”

Zhao Wanxia stiffened, her ears only felt as if they had been blown up by something, and she couldn't hear what the other party said clearly.

At this time, the man finally remembered who the woman in front of him who looked a little familiar, he looked around Zhao Wanxia in a circle, saying that he didn't believe that this woman who had gone through vicissitudes and was the daughter of the old Zhao family who had been missing for many years. The man kept asking, "Are you Zhao Wanxia?" I am your third brother. Zhao Wanxia couldn't cry anymore.

This man is the cousin of Zhao Wanxia's third uncle.

The next day, the cousin took Zhao Wanxia to the Zhao family cemetery on the mountain. In front of the grave of her father and mother, Zhao Wanxia fell to her knees and shouted to her parents, no response, no tears, this day is the Mid-Autumn Festival of the lunar calendar, Zhao Wanxia did not expect that when she saw her family again, she was already separated forever.

On a sunny afternoon, when a dusty, unkempt, bearded little root miraculously appeared in front of Zhao Wanxia, Zhao Wanxia burst into tears again. She never dreamed that her husband, who had been at home for more than 20 years, would be able to stand in front of her thousands of miles away. Xiao Genhan smiled and said, "If you want to come back, tell me, let's come together." ”

Zhao Wanxia still returned to Wanggang Village with Xiaogen. There is still a son waiting for her at home, and there are her relatives here.

Coming out of Zhao Wanxia's house, Ai Qi's mood was a little complicated.

Xu Shiguang saw her discomfort, took a deep breath, and said softly: "Everyone has different choices, no matter which one it is, we should respect them." Not everyone is like Zhang Qi, some people have too many bonds, like Zhao Wanxia, her current husband and her two children are bonds that she can't let go. ”

Aiqi raised her eyes: "What about me?"

Xu Shiguang was silent, he didn't know how to answer Aiqi.

As the sun was about to set, the search party had almost all gathered at the agreed rendezvous point.

They brought back four women, three who looked to be in their early twenties, and one who was slightly older and in his thirties. They were accompanied by a group of crying villagers, one of whom was eight or nine years old, who was particularly noticeable, crying to break free from the shackles of adults, and wanted to rush towards Edgie, or rather, to rush to the woman in her thirties standing opposite Edge. The woman held back her tears and turned her head to the side refusing to look at the child.

The people of the family search group walked to Xu Shiguang and stopped.

Xu Shiguang asked, "How is it, is there anyone you are looking for?"

Everyone shook their heads, their faces full of disappointment.

"There are more than a few abducted people in the village, but some of them are already reluctant to leave, and there are two families who are afraid of accidents after Zhang Qi escaped, so they transferred people, no matter how we asked, they refused to say where they were hiding. ”

In order to prevent the villagers from rioting, the 100th people surrounded Aiqi and them in a circle, always keeping an eye on them.

Zhang Qi stood in the crowd and naturally saw the fool of Lao Wanjia. She even heard the fool's mother crying and cursing: "You who have been cut a thousand times, that's a piece of meat in your stomach, how can you be willing to beat it like this!"

Zhang Qi stared at this group of people with cold eyes, ignorance was more terrible than poverty. These people are the culprits behind the tragedy of this group of women.

It was dark early in the mountains, and this rescue operation could only end here, and a group of people left with the four women who had been rescued.

In the later reporting work, the town leaders affirmed the achievements of the operation.

However, unlike the relaxed mood of the action team, the people in the shooting team who came with Aki and them, as well as the family search group, were in a very complicated mood.

Is their action really meaningful? Are the four women who were rescued by them really free? When they close their eyes, it is the scene of the seven or eight-year-old boy crying and begging his mother to look back at him, and they have saved their bodies, who should rescue the souls of these people? What are the thousands of families waiting to be rescued, and who should rescue them? "You are my light-picking claw bookstore?" The latest chapters are free to read for the first time.