Maybe it's because I've been suppressed for too long, and my heart has finally found a way to vent, or maybe it's because the grief is too deep, and I finally have someone to talk to. In short, Wen Li lay in Xu Wenlong's arms without any scruples, crying unabashedly, crying bitterly, swaying people's hearts, provoking Xu Wenlong almost shed tears, and even alarmed the resentful and fat security guards, muttering and running to the front, and after probing his brain and finding that there was nothing abnormal, he nagged and left in frustration. Fortunately, the detention room is located on the ground floor of the mail ship, and the sound insulation effect is remarkable, and the sound below cannot be transmitted, and the abnormal noise above cannot be transmitted, otherwise it will attract a large number of tourists to watch.

Xu Wenlong silently hugged Wen Li, who was crying bitterly, and gently patted her sharply converging shoulders, feeling mixed feelings and mixed feelings. Happily, this girl finally stopped resisting to the end and was finally willing to open her heart to herself. And although the time may be a little longer, Yang Yingying may also wait a little anxiously, but what does it matter? At most, explain to her early tomorrow morning, won't everything be fine, and there will be no resentment? The worry is, what if this little Pilai is a wild and untrainable habitual thief who commits shocking thefts everywhere? But what can be done to help her, to save her? It's not a dilemma, is it?

After a full hour, Wen Li's crying changed from high to low, from low to continuous sobbing, and finally raised her tear-stained head and said in a timid, shy, and embarrassed tone: "I'm sorry, I'm ...... I'm so uncomfortable...... For a while...... I couldn't control myself for a while...... Because...... Because it's been four long years since I've ...... For the first time, I cried really, heartily...... It was also the happiest and happiest crying ...... for me."

Xu Wenlong's heart froze, and he couldn't help but think secretly: Four years? Actually crying for the first time in four years? Oh my God, what's wrong with this little girl? Could it be that something horrific happened to her? What kind of people were her parents? Why did she go through such a twist? Thinking of this, he looked at his chest, which was soaked with tears and almost wrung out of water, and replied with an unusually heavy heart: "It's okay, you just feel happy." Are you feeling better now? If you're feeling better, shouldn't you tell me something? Why don't I help you to the bed and sit down? ”

Wen Li wiped the tears on her face, nodded and said softly, "Okay, just go to bed, I'll ...... I'm also tired of standing. ”

When Xu Wenlong heard this, he quickly helped her to the edge of the bed and sat down, and after a little hesitation, he sat down himself, and looked at her quietly with expectant eyes.

Wen Li smiled reluctantly, lowered her head and said shyly, "After finishing speaking...... Will you laugh at me when you're done? Will you look down on me from now on? ”

"Of course not!" Xu Wenlong replied without hesitation, "No matter what you have experienced or done, as long as you will resolutely correct it in the future, face life positively, and never make the same mistakes again, your sister Shiqi and I will always like you, care about you, and help you as much as we can, until you grow up and have your own warm and happy home." ”

Wen Li's eyes turned red, and tears fell down again. She stared at Xu Wenlong silently for a while, slowly bent down, gently buried her head in his knees, and slowly told her past in a mournful tone......

"My name is actually Yu Wenli, I am fifteen years old this year, and I was originally lucky

Blessed and happy home. My father's name is Yu Zhihong, he graduated from a prestigious university in Shanghai and is a mechatronics engineer. My mother...... My mom is the attending doctor in a large hospital. After they got married, they settled down in Shangjing, and a year later, they had me. Because of my busy work, when I was more than a year old, my father sent me to a comprehensive school for foreigners with English teaching, which is the kind of private school that can be very expensive from kindergarten to high school graduation......

Xu Wenlong nodded, and thought secretly in his heart: "No wonder her English is better than mine at her young age, and she can easily communicate with foreigners." ”

Yu Wenli sighed softly, and then said sadly......

Later, because his father was not satisfied with his working environment and living conditions, and a classmate had just returned from the United States to visit relatives, he talked to him about his various advantages in the United States, so he strengthened his determination to go abroad and explore the world. After sending off his classmates, he had a brief exchange of ideas with his mother, and then applied for a short-term visa as quickly as possible, and when I was nine years old and in sixth grade, he packed his bags and flew to the United States, where he found a satisfying job in the metropolis of New York.

My father, who has a stable job, is very satisfied, will send back a large amount of money every month, and will call and chat with us regularly, ask about my study life, and educate me to be obedient and be a sensible child. It makes me feel very happy and happy. Although sometimes I miss him especially and want to see him very much.

After more than a year of this, I began to notice some problems, some problems that scared me. My father's phone calls were gone, my mother's habit of coming to see me every two or three days was gone, and sometimes she didn't come to pick me up on weekends, and at the end of the day, she would leave me at school for weeks in a row. At that time, I was really lonely, really scared, I cried every night, secretly cried, cried quietly, I didn't dare to let other classmates hear, let alone let other classmates see it, I was afraid that they would laugh at me. After a while, I stopped crying, because I knew that it was useless to cry, and the best way was to take the initiative to find out what happened, the truth of the matter, to see what happened to Dad and why he ignored me for so long and asked me.

After more than a month of hard work at school, my mother finally came to pick me up. But before I could open my mouth to ask, she told me coldly that my father was dead and that I didn't need to miss him anymore. I was stunned, and it took me a while before I started crying. My mother ignored me, let alone comforted me, just went in and out and was busy packing things, and hurriedly bundling, packing, and packing the packed things. It was then that I suddenly realized that my home had basically become empty, with a lot of furniture, appliances and daily necessities gone, leaving only some bulky and worthless cupboards and rubbish all over the floor.

I was anxious, and I had a premonition that something was wrong. I cried and told my mother that Dad is not dead, he must not be dead, he must have not contacted us for some important reasons and important things, and it will not be long before he will be fine, and he will definitely come back. My mother took one look at me, and then busied herself with her clothes, and it took a long time for her to tell me that my father had been sick a few months ago, and that it had been very sudden, very serious, and had spent all his money, but he had died in the end. I didn't believe it, so I asked where my father died and who could testify. Mom ignored me,

I made a phone call, and soon a man came outside, a very old man, who took a large bag of things and left together.

I chased after my mother and told her not to go, begging her to give me a little money so that I could go to the United States to find my father. My mother only said a word, stop dreaming, and shook off my hand and walked away without looking back. I watched her back in the distance, my heart ached, my eyes went black, and I fell to the door of the house at once. By the time I woke up, it was already late at night, everyone in the neighborhood had fallen asleep, and there were no cars on the street. I struggled to close the door, and with the lights not on, I sat curled up on the sofa and sat quietly with my eyes open until dawn......"

The more Xu Wenlong listened, the more frightened he became, and the more he listened, the more sad he became, and he unconsciously stretched out his hands and gently rubbed Yu Wenli's messy hair.

Yu Wenli's heart was hot, and tears flowed out uncontrollably, like pearls with broken threads. She froze and recalled her embarrassing past......

After dawn, I was in no mood to freshen up, nor did I feel hungry, nor did I feel the slightest drowsiness. My heart is filled with boundless fear, boundless fear, and boundless worries and thoughts. I kept asking myself: what to do? What to do? Mom is gone, without hesitation and without nostalgia; Dad was gone, no news, no trace, as if he had suddenly evaporated from the world; And the grandparents have passed away a long time ago, and the grandparents should be unreliable. Oh my God, what am I going to do from here? Who will raise me? Who will take care of me? Who will accompany me? It's impossible to study, you don't know what to do when you go to work, and you can't do anything, absolutely no one wants it. No, I'm going to find my father, no matter how far away, no matter how hard it is, I must find him. I still remember his cell phone number, although it has already been shut down, but his address should not have changed, probably still living on Lincoln Avenue on the Upper East Side of New York City. He certainly didn't die, he certainly didn't die. He definitely received an important scientific research task from the company, and he couldn't get out of his body or it was inconvenient to withdraw for a while, so he couldn't contact us. Isn't it often shown like this on TV? With a confidential mission, you can't meet with your family, and you can't even make phone calls.

I made up my mind, I couldn't take care of eating, and I didn't know if my mother had left anything to eat, so I immediately rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find money. If you don't have money, you can't go anywhere. What made me desperate was that I rummaged through the whole house, but I found only a few odd coins and small denomination bills, none of which were ten dollars, and there were only more than eighty dollars in total. With this large bag of pitiful change, I couldn't help but cry sadly, crying in grief. Although I knew that it was useless to cry, and I couldn't cry because I couldn't make money, I still cried.

By the time I finished crying, it was getting dark. I ate a little of the bread and milk left in the fridge, hurriedly locked the door and went out. I had to get money, go outside and find a way to get money, but I couldn't go to the United States for more than 80 yuan, and I couldn't even buy a plane ticket. But how do you get it outside? How do you get it? If you go to rob it, you don't dare, you don't have to think about it, you will be beaten to death by others. The teacher said that stealing other people's things is a shameful and abominable behavior, and it will be spurned and condemned by everyone, so even if you starve to death, you can't steal. But there seems to be no other feasible way than to steal and rob, what can I do? I looked at the busy streets and fell into a deep thought......"