Fang Ce's recent life has been terrible, his mother was hacked to death on the street, his wife and daughter witnessed the whole process, and she was frightened a lot, she couldn't eat or sleep every day, and she could cry with fear at the slightest movement. He had to deal with his mother's death and comfort his wife and daughter at the same time, and he couldn't sleep almost all night, because his daughter had to be held by him all the time to sleep, and once he put it down, he would wake up immediately and cry. His wife was not lightly stimulated, and there was no way for him to share the heavy responsibility of taking care of his daughter, so he ran to the public security bureau during the day, kept an eye on the handling procedures of the case all day, and took care of the family at night, lighting wax at both ends, and staying up very hard. In the past few days, his wife and daughter have improved significantly, and he can finally sleep peacefully, and his face is much better, but his spirit is still insufficient, and his mood is naturally not much better.

In the middle of the morning, he returned home with a tired body, his stomach was growling with hunger, but the only thing waiting for him at home was the cold pot and cold stove, and he didn't even see the leftovers, he felt that the fire that had been stuck in his heart couldn't stop rising, and he opened the bedroom door with a black face, looking at the bed and bed, one big and one small, and the two still saw some haggard faces, this nameless fire could only make him press down again.

His wife has always been a simple and kind person, even though their daughter is seven years old, he still has a girlish heart, pure and immaculate. He then arrived and didn't see his mother lying in a pool of blood, but then he went to the public security bureau to identify the body, and the neurotic murderer didn't know why, he cut his mother into a bloody blur, and most of them were concentrated on the face, neck and chest. Even if the corpse that had been preliminarily cleaned and cleaned up by the forensic doctor, the blood stains were gone, and he still felt distressed for his mother when he looked at the fleshy wounds, and he was creepy from the heart. This is still the case for a big man himself, let alone a wife and daughter who have witnessed everything?

Their situation is not very good now, and his wife can't take care of the affairs of the family, what reason does he have to be harsh, he can only swallow the bitterness in his stomach, and always greet his family with a smile. Fang Ce rubbed his forehead wearily. Gently close the door. I turned around and went to the kitchen, cooked noodles indiscriminately, and planned to take a bite and then take advantage of the fact that the house is sober and rest, and I have to go to the public security bureau again tomorrow.

All the time. He was pampered by his parents. As a man. There is more of an indecisive side to his temperament. In the past, my mother was away from home all year round. It was the father who took him, how other fathers took care of their children, Fang Ce didn't know. But his father raised her as a daughter since she was a child, and she was really afraid of melting in her mouth, holding it in the palm of her hand for fear of falling, everything from what to eat for breakfast, what clothes to wear today, how much money to take out and who to be friends with, to what university to go to, what major to study, what kind of wife to get married, where to live in the future, and what kind of work to engage in, all of which are handled by his father.

Over time, Fang Ce has become what he is now, he and his wife are not particularly thoughtful, everything has already been arranged for them by their parents, they just need to enjoy life.

When Fang Ce was young, the family conditions could only be said to be average, but as his mother went out to work, the family conditions became better and better, and the money became more and more. Fang Ce's father has been telling him since then that the family has so much money, where he needs to work hard to make money. What do parents earn money for? Isn't it just for the sake of the children to live a better life, and not to go outside to endure the wind and rain. The main purpose of work is to earn money in order to support himself, and now that his parents can afford to support him, why should he work hard to endure this hardship? There are many things to say, Fang Ce also thinks that this kind of life is very good, eating, drinking, and having fun every day, anyway, the family's money can't be spent, he can enjoy life at home with peace of mind. So after graduating from college, he had a few brief work experiences, all because he was so bored at home, and later when he got married, he never went out to work for a day.

The same is true for the wife, the delicate girl in the family, the family conditions are also good, they don't need to work hard at all, not only they have enough flowers, but they are daughters, and it is estimated that they can spend enough if they don't work in this life, of course, the premise is not to be too loser.

Fang Ce is very satisfied with his current life, the only regret is his father, because of illness and premature death, at that time he found that the role of money is actually very small, even if there is more money, it can only buy better medical conditions, but there is no way to cure some diseases, so their family spent a lot of money, and still have to accept the reality of their father's death. From that time on, he began to think about whether it was too immoral to be a parasite at home and let his parents raise him. He never asked his parents where the money came from, and his father quit his hard work in three shifts after the family conditions improved, and took him with him at home, and went out to play together when he had time. He has never felt the hardships of earning money, and of course he has not experienced the hardships of his parents. His father raised him at home, three meals a day, laundry and cooking, meticulous, and quite hard, although his mother didn't say it outside, but now that I think about it, it should not be easy to earn this money.

He began to feel sorry for his mother, the husband and wife have been separated for more than ten years, isn't it bitter that his mother is alone? She just didn't tell herself. So Fang Ce kept persuading his mother to come home, he didn't want his mother to continue to work hard alone, how much money the family earned was enough, and their family would rather live together in an ordinary way, and no longer let him have a child to support but not to be close to him.

When he called his mother to come home, her mother tearfully agreed, and said again and again: "Son, you have finally grown up, you are sensible." Fang Ce, who said this, was very uncomfortable in his heart, he really hadn't done anything for his mother. Just hoping that the mother can come home to care for the elderly, and enjoy the joy of family life in the old age, isn't this what every adult child should do? But his mother was grateful to Dade, not only made him doubt whether he was thinking too little or too little for his mother, but he thought that what he was doing was right, and it was the best choice for his mother to himself and his family.

But I didn't expect that my mother had been out unscathed for more than ten years, and it was only 3 or 4 years since she came home. He was hacked to death in the street. The hideous knife wound ruined his mother's always kind smiling face, and he really couldn't believe that his mother, who had loved him like his life and provided for him at all costs, had passed away like this, when his return for this maternal love was far from enough. He regretted it again and again, if he hadn't called his mother home for his own selfishness, although it may have been hard outside, his mother could still live well.

He regretted that his intestines were blue, but he could only be forced to accept the fact that his mother died, and what made him even more sad was that the murderer had been caught red-handed. The case couldn't be clearer. It's that madman who suddenly killed an innocent woman in a frenzy, why did these policemen look at him as if he had done something wrong with his mother! Why do they mean sympathy for the murderer between the lines! One life! What exactly is in their eyes? These cannibals don't spit out bones. Guys who don't do anything in human skin. He also deserves to be called a people's policeman. Are they worthy of the word "people"? Fang Ce has been weak and incompetent all his life, but this time he decided that he couldn't remain silent no matter what. If these black-hearted guys can't give their mother justice, let the murderer confess his guilt and pay for his life, he will fight to the end and never stop!

A bowl of noodles tasted the same as chewing wax, Fang Ce was very sleepy, and he took a few bites of the noodles in the bowl, and did not go to the bedroom to disturb his sleeping wife and daughter, and lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

Wen Mo stood on the street of the downtown area, passing through the bustling crowd, and saw the thin figure at a glance. She was just like Jiang Chaoyang described, kneeling on her legs, her small body prostrate, and curled up pitifully in the corner. In front of her, there was a broken bowl, which was littered with one-dollar and five-dollar bills.

The little girl did not open her mouth to beg, but just stared at the gray sky with a pair of godless eyes, like a little match girl, with a hint of hope in despair.

Wen Mo suddenly felt so distressed, almost all of the children of her age enjoyed a happy childhood under the wings of their parents, like a princess, being cared for by their grandmothers, grandparents, fathers, mothers, and maybe brothers and sisters.

There was a fashionably dressed woman who passed by the little girl, paused, and screamed exaggeratedly as if she had suddenly found something dirty, and the man next to her frowned in disgust, pulled the woman away from the little girl, and busily comforted her lover, and glared at the little girl from time to time, and then the two of them smiled and walked away hand in arm.

As if accustomed to such a scene, the little girl shrank into the corner with a blank face, and her already thin body seemed to become even smaller.

Others would also pause as they passed her, then pull out their wallets and throw down a five-dollar bill. These small changes, which have no impact on their lives, seem to be their usual way of expressing their love.

Wen Mo prefers to believe that people who put down their money are kind, because in this materialistic society, begging has long since changed from the original helpless choice of being poorly clothed and hungry to a high-paying profession. A professional beggar with several buildings and several cars in a certain city is no longer a new thing. The pitiful compassion of people has been worn away again and again in deception and hurt.

So most of them, just indifferent little girls passing by, must have a good heart compared to those who are willing to spend a few seconds hurriedly throwing down a small banknote.

Slowly stepping forward, Wen Mo carefully squatted in front of the girl. The line of sight was blocked, and the little girl rolled her eyes with a dull look, focusing on Wen Mo's body. After seeing the woman she didn't recognize, she continued to shrink into the corner, trying to reduce her presence.

Wen Mo didn't reach out to help her, because her bare arms were densely covered with bruises, and there were a few scabs that oozed yellow-white plasma stains because of the little girl's constant movement. Injured and homeless at a young age, how long has she been cowering in the corner, judging from the amount of change in front of him, it is estimated that she has not left here since Fang Qiuyan died. It must have been a week, what did she rely on to survive? Wen Mo didn't dare to think about it, she only hoped that in the future, this little girl would be able to live a normal life with enough food and clothing.

"Child, will Auntie take you to the aid station and have some food?" Wen Mo said softly, and she was afraid that the little girl would not understand what the aid station was, so she followed up and explained: "Child, let's go with Auntie, you don't have to come out to beg in the future, where you can be fed and clothed, and send you home to find your parents, okay?" ”

Even if Wen Mo tried to lower her voice as much as possible, it still frightened her, and the little girl's whole body trembled, and she just tried desperately to shrink into the corner, as if hoping that a hole would suddenly appear in the corner so that she could hide in it and not be hurt by the strange woman in front of her.

Wen Mo couldn't hold back her sadness anymore, she suddenly shed tears, forced herself to stand up and leave first, quickly went to the small shop on the corner, bought hot porridge and buns, brought back what she ate, carefully placed it in front of the girl, took two steps back, and motioned for the little girl to pick it up and eat it herself.

Maybe she was already hungry, or maybe the kindness emanating from Wen Mo was keenly captured by her. She picked up the bowl, didn't care that the porridge was still a little hot, pulled it into her mouth in two bites, and then grabbed the bun and stuffed it in a big gulp.

In 3 minutes, all these foods were stuffed into her stomach, and then she raised her head, her eyes longed for more food, but Wen Mo didn't dare to let her eat too much, God knows how long she was hungry, eating too much too fast is not good for her health, her thin body is already scarred, and she can't bear more pain.

"Child, follow Auntie, Auntie will take you to a place, and you will be able to eat enough every day in the future, okay? You don't have to beg here anymore, you don't need to be hurt in any way, we'll send you back to your parents, and you'll still be their most beloved daughter, okay? ”

After a rare full meal, the little girl's wariness of Wen Mo dropped a lot, she stared at Wen Mo for a long time, lowered her head and whispered out a few words: "Dad, sell me, I can make money for the family, Mom said, it's useless for girls to raise, eat for nothing, I don't want to go home, they don't want me, Auntie, save me!" At the end, the little girl burst into tears, stretched out her unbroken left hand, and threw herself into Wen Mo's arms (to be continued). )