There is one of the most hateful people in the world, that is, human traffickers, its origin can be traced back to ancient times, and it is also a historical transformation.

I had an unforgettable experience that left a deep shadow in my heart, with my childhood, through youth, and finally when I grew up, but the shadow will never linger and torment my whole life.

The story takes place in the 90s, when there were pagers, various game facilities were renewed, and there were more people traveling. And my mom is one of them, although she doesn't like to travel, but she finally has time to relax, as long as she is a person, she will not let go of rest.

My mother carried me to the playground, probably because it was a refreshing feeling, so I forgot that I was behind my back, and when she came to her senses, I couldn't be with her anymore.

That's what I remember.

The traffickers stole me from behind my mother's back and put me in the trafficker's house for a while, and then I was sent to other families to be their children, to be fed the best food, to buy the best clothes for me to wear.

But as time went by, I was 5 years old, and the traffickers came to the house and took me away, and after crossing the mountains, I was placed in foster care with a rural family. The conditions in this house were very difficult, and I never wore that soft diaper again, which was a hard piece of linen that stuck to my buttocks. The only food I was given was rice porridge and wowotou, and there was no delicious meal. The water I drank was very sweet, and probably because of the spring water, I had a sense of relief that I could reluctantly accept the family.

After a while, two years later, the usual traffickers took me away again, this time abroad, to an American aunt, who was, literally a widowed woman, but her husband kept a large sum of money, and because he had no children, he saw my picture through some kind of contact and bought me. In this way, I lived in this rich man, and it can be said that the wind and the rain were the same.

I was 7 years old at the time, and I knew a little bit about how to behave, so in order not to be beaten and scolded, I pretended to be sensible and well-behaved, and learned fluent English.

This woman was very nice to me, let me go to the best school, put me in the best car, and made me meet my best friends. I cherish these good times, but they don't last long.

The most familiar traffickers came, took me away as usual, hid me in his cold arms, and brought me back to the mainland.

When I walked into a house, there were many children living in it, all of them Monkey King, making a lot of noise, crying in the dark, and only one grandmother took care of us.

Three years later, when I was 10 years old, I realized that this place was called an orphanage. The orphanage is not big, there are yards in the front and back, the front yard is full of all kinds of flowers and plants, and the backyard is a big swimming pool, we rarely go out to play because the grandmother is afraid that we are in danger.

At the age of 10, I have experienced so many things, I know all kinds of life, I am fluent in English and loved by everyone, I look polite, I have the most kind smile from my grandmother, I am the most diligent person, I have been appreciated by the dean, and I have been in and out of various departments of the orphanage, and since then I have been a logistics officer.

I have been a logistics staff for 5 years, I have become a part of the orphanage, and at the age of 15, I have been reported by major media because of my eloquence, which has attracted everyone's attention, and there is a company that has made me a star.

Because I am outstanding, smart and clever, I was greatly favored in this contracted company, and I became an idol actor in an instant, and it is not easy to embark on the road of an idol actor, except for acting all day long, I have no time to manage other things.

But I didn't forget my original intention, and found the family that once raised me through my connections, and gave them the best return.

Time flies so fast, I have succeeded in the path of an actor and become a national little fresh meat, although I have achieved great success, but there is always a shadow lingering in my heart, and I can't forget my biological mother who was waiting for me at home.

This year, I canceled all activities, and tried my best to find my mother, this search is looking for a needle in a haystack, I only remember the playground, but I don't remember what my mother looks like, because I was too young, and I took it away and left a shadow, so as long as I remember it, I will have a severe headache, and I can't remember the appearance of my biological mother at all.

Looking for his mother for 30,000 miles, this sentence is not wrong at all.

I only remember her warmth behind it, if you just look for it in this direction, it's like a big joke.

A long time has passed, I am in my early 20s, my career is at its peak, a bad luck broke my career, and it was a happy moment for me.

I was sitting on set, reciting my script, when suddenly a woman walked past me with a broom in her hand, sweeping away the garbage we had thrown on the floor.

"Can I please?"

Hearing this, I subconsciously raised my feet, but her voice was a little familiar, and when I looked up, the woman's body was very petite, and I unconsciously evoked the memory in my heart.

I suddenly blurted out and shouted, "Mom! ”

At this time, everyone on the shooting site was stupid, thinking that I was too deep into the scene, and called my agent to stop it.

I pushed the agent away, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes: "Mom, don't you remember, I was a boy who was taken away from the age of two?" It was in this playground that it was now turned into a filming location. ”

"Is it really you?" The woman threw away the broom in disbelief and stroked my face, tears streaming down her face.

I found my biological mother, and ruined my career, maybe my birth would affect the company's fame and fortune, and immediately terminated the contract with me.

I returned home with my mother, and although the room was small, I worked hard to become the youngest diplomat.

Then I became the focus of attention again, there were many famous journalists who wanted private interviews, but I rejected them one by one, but I did not refuse people who loved me, I often received some gifts, and in order to repay my fans, I wrote a biography of my own.