Raised his hand and put it on his cheek: "Brother Xie, I'm Sang Tian, do you feel it?" ”

  He didn't speak, but the tenderness between his eyebrows and the relaxed muscles between his lips spoke of his emotions.

  Qin Lu saw that he was getting better, so he motioned to Xu Sangtian to stop talking: "Mr. Xie, do you remember where you went after you left home?" ”

  Xie Jinsong hesitated slightly, until he felt that his palm was gently pinched, and the force was neither light nor heavy, impartial, and it happened to fall on his heart. He knew that his mulberry was by his side.

  After a while, his cold voice sounded very clearly in the study: "I walked along the alley, I knew that I no longer had a home, but I was also not unfamiliar with that home, it was no longer a home. ”

  Xu Sangtian's heart trembled, he was interrupted by her before he finished telling his story that day, she didn't hear the end, and in the past few nights, she didn't continue to pester him to ask about the follow-up, because this was his heartache, and she didn't want to reveal his scars again.

  The moonlight was cold that night, it was summer, and there were cicadas chirping around, but he didn't feel a trace of warmth. One year was enough time to destroy his young mind, enough for him to see clearly a small corner of the dirty world. He hated it, so he left.

  After leaving, he walked down the alley until he walked out into the street, and he saw the police station, but he did not go inside. He knew there was an orphanage in the small town, and that was his destination.

  Behold, how clever he was, knowing that he would henceforth be one of the thousands of orphans without a father or mother, he thought that he would leave the town and leave the circumstances in which he had been so disappointed as soon as he was an adult.

  The night wind was slightly cool, blowing on his thin body, a little cold. The inhabitants of the town had fallen asleep, and only the rusty street lamps gave a faint glow, and the light fell to the ground to form a small halo. Under the street lamp was his small shadow, walking firmly towards his destination step by step.

  It's a pity that there was an accident on this small road. In every town, there will always be a group of people who come and go in and out of the night, like cats in the dark, with green eyes open, quietly waiting for their prey.

  That night he was firm and resolute, but he never wanted to fall into a trap that was beyond his calculations.

  Someone covered his mouth and nose from behind, and in a moment he was plunged into darkness. When he woke up again, he was placed in a pocket that resembled a woven bag. His hands and feet were tied, and his mouth was stuffed with a large ball of cloth, which was so large that it made his mouth hurt.

  He could feel himself moving, jolting. He curled up in his bag, not crying or making a fuss, trying to conserve his strength. I don't know how long it took, but someone finally opened the cloth bag, and what caught my eye was a few well-dressed men, each with a scruffy beard on their faces, and a mouthful of yellow teeth full of mouths when they spoke.

  He didn't understand what they were saying, and then he saw another man hand a wad of money to the man who opened the bag. The man took the money and counted it, with a wicked smile on his face. When the man had counted the money and made sure that it was correct, the bag containing him was sealed again, and he continued to jolt.

  From their dealings, he already knew that he had encountered human traffickers. It's strange that he didn't panic, and he didn't think about running away, probably because he knew that he was weak, and even if he ran hard, he couldn't get through it, and he couldn't die with them, and once he left this unfamiliar place with them, he didn't know how he was going to live.