The plane had already taken off, I sat in the departure hall, waited for the time, and in another 30 minutes, another 30 minutes before I could get out of the departure hall, and then find the car that the woman had prepared in advance, and escape from the city with this little guy in my arms.

Thinking of Ru Jing's intoxicated appearance, she sat on the bed, wearing a hospital uniform, holding this little guy in her arms, the man opposite asked her what the child's name was, she smiled and said happy, and the woman said that the boy was happy. The man said: Aunt Hong, she can call it whatever she wants, anyway, she raises it herself. The woman teased the child and smiled and said, "Whatever you want." Ru Jing smiled, the child looked around, and the picture shook........

After separating from Yu Huai, I returned to the café at 4:00 p.m., there were not many customers in the store, and after saying hello to the clerk, I was ready to go to the attic to rest. Although I haven't lived there since the beginning of the year, I still occasionally take a lunch break or stay overnight. The attic retains its original appearance, after all, it gave me the idea of wanting to settle down and finally settle down, and it carries with it such a sense of anticipation and warmth that I can hide on it at any time to recuperate, and then face the cruelty and comics of this world again. Ru Jing sometimes stays on top, but mostly because Gao Fei has done something "exciting".

At this time, a middle-aged woman about 40 years old walked in with a stroller, she was wearing casual shoes, a pair of light blue jeans, and a gray-blue shawl over a real color shirt. He has short curly asymmetrical hair, long on one side and short on the other, and the sea of water hides part of the right side of his face. It's not pretty, but the whole body reveals an elegant and gentle temperament.

Women of this age can have such a temperament, generally speaking, they are more self-disciplined people. But it's also the embarrassment of this age, saying that she is a grandmother, younger, saying that she is a mother, and being older, saying that she is a nanny, it seems that this temperament is inevitably expensive. Anyway, let her go, I turned and walked up to the attic.

By the time I woke up again, it was already dinnertime. I walked down the attic and saw that the café had dispersed with customers, leaving only three or two people scattered in different corners and shadows. This is one of the less crowded times of the day, when the afternoon guests have already gone for dinner, and the evening guests have not yet arrived, and the staff have already begun to prepare drinks and snacks for the night session, and as the night falls, the place slowly quiets down.

The middle-aged woman was still sitting in the corner, with a cup of coffee and an empty glass in front of her, and the glass still had traces of milk hanging from the glass. She was holding the baby in one hand and a bottle of milk in the other, with her head down and smiling as she breastfed the baby.

The little child, with short shaggy hair, closed small eyes, clenched two small fists, sucked the milk hard. It's so cute. People can't help but want to walk over, get close to him, and take a closer look.

I motioned for the clerk to turn down the music, and I quietly walked over and sat down across from the woman. The woman noticed me, looked up and gave me a friendly and polite smile. So I plucked up my courage, reached out and touched the little head. The boy opened his dark eyes, looked at me, at the woman holding him, and went on with his dinner.

"Pretty cute, isn't it?" The woman smiled at me.

"Well, how old is he?" I withdrew my hand and said with a smile.

"It's not a full moon yet." The woman smiled, a pampered face.

"It's so small, but it's so good."

"Yes, I go to bed after eating every day, and I eat when I wake up, which is very good."

"What's his name?"

"It's called happy, his mother wants him to be happy." Sure enough, it wasn't her own child.

"Is it a girl?"

"It's a boy, and it sounds like a girl, so I said it's better to be happy."

"Well, if it's a boy, it's really more appropriate to call it happy." What an interesting idea and a good wish. Every mother wants her child to be happy and carefree.

"His mother said she'd change it when he was older. But if you call him anything now, he'll say yes. ”

"Really? I'll try, happy? Happy? I tried to call the child by name, and sure enough, the child opened his round eyes, looked at me again, and then closed them again.

"Happy? Glad? The woman screamed twice, and the child opened his eyes and looked at the woman, two dimples popping out of the corners of his mouth with a pacifier. What a funny little guy.

"Do you like children?" The woman suddenly looked up and asked me.

"I think I like it, I haven't given birth yet, so I don't know." I really haven't thought about this question, after all, I haven't even found a reliable man, let alone a child. But then again, if you want to have a child, you don't necessarily need a man, it should be enough to find a sperm.

"Do you want to try it?" The woman smiled weirdly.

"Huh? What to try? "I was a little dizzy when I was asked.

At this time, the child finished drinking, and the woman put down the bottle and gently wiped the child's mouth with a tissue. He re-wrapped the blanket and wrapped the child's two hands into it, revealing only a small round head. The child stared around with his eyes.

"Do you want to hug him?" The woman asked me suddenly.

"Okay" I followed the woman's example and carefully took the child. The soft body, the feeling of lightness, and a faint milky fragrance. I pouted at him, and the child laughed.

"How about I lend you fun?" The woman suddenly spoke such a strange question.

"Huh? No, his mom won't agree, right? "I didn't know what to say, or whether she was serious or joking.

"His mother committed suicide." The woman said calmly, without the slightest sadness.

"Ahh Excuse me, but what about his dad? ”

"His father doesn't know who it is, I guess he doesn't know he has a son." The woman's words are still so natural, and there is no distress and regret. It's weird.

"Even so, you wouldn't want to take the child with me as a stranger, would you?" It occurred to me that this woman might be serious.

"Don't you like him very much?" The woman smiled like a mother. It's really like watching her daughter holding her grandson. I noticed that while I was talking to her, I was unconsciously gently shaking the baby in my arms, and the child was enjoying it in my arms and closing his eyes and getting ready for bed.

"Don't be kidding," I smiled awkwardly, trying to give the baby back to her, but she didn't look like she was going to catch it.

"It's better for you to hold it." The woman put away his smile. I looked at her in a daze with the child in my arms, thinking that this woman was not planning to dump the bag. The daughter died, the son-in-law didn't know who it was, he didn't plan to raise this child, so he just wanted to find someone who looked pleasing to the eye to send the child out, she wouldn't think so, I wouldn't be so unlucky.

"Su Yao, what I am going to say next, you must remember it clearly, and implement it immediately as I say." The woman said with a serious face. The tone was irresistible. But......

"You know me? Who are you? ”

"I'm Ru Jing's aunt"

"Ru Jing's aunt? I hadn't heard Ru Jing say that she had an aunt. "I really haven't heard of Ru Jing rarely talking about her family, only that she has a brother who died in the line of duty, a father who is about to retire as a police officer, and a mother who is divorced.

"Ru Jing probably doesn't talk much about her family, so it's natural that you don't know."

"Then how do I know that you are Ru Jing's aunt?"

"I'll tell you, you don't know. This doesn't matter, it's what I'm going to say next. ”

"You say it first" Think about what she said The child's mother committed suicide, and the father didn't know who it was, looking at the child's month, it coincided with Jiang Nan's speculation about the time of Ru Canteen's birth, but why did she suddenly appear here?

"Before the Spring Festival, I invited Ru Jing to my place for the holiday, because I hadn't seen each other for many years, and I wanted to get together. As a result, Ru Jing appeared in front of me with a big belly. Although I was a little surprised, but she has always been independent and paranoid, so I didn't ask much. About a month ago, the child was born, and she didn't say who the child's father was, so she asked me to take care of her for a while, and she came back. ”

"She committed suicide on the plane back and is still lying unconscious in the hospital." I added. It turned out that Ru Jing went to her for the months when she left.

"I already know this. Whether she committed suicide or not, it is related to a case many years ago. ”

"What case? What does it mean to be suicidal or not? "I switched the kid to the other hand.

"I'm here to ask you to help take care of Ru Jing's children, because so far, the only person I know she trusts can be trusted is you."

"What about you, can't you take care of it? What about her parents? ”

"His parents shouldn't know about Ru Jing's suicide yet, it's best not to tell them for the time being, Ru Jing will definitely wake up, so there's no need to let them worry too much at this time. And, not necessarily safe. As for me, I have to cooperate with the police investigation, so there is no way to take care of the children for the time being, of course, for safety reasons. "When the woman looked at me after speaking, I must have looked puzzled and incredulous.

"I know you may not believe it or understand it, but are you willing to do Ru Jing a favor?"

I'm naturally willing to help Ru Jing, but the plot that has taken a turn for a while makes people unable to come back to their senses for a while. I have known Ru Jing for three years, and she is always that quiet, calm, independent and slightly withdrawn woman, who rarely interacts with people and rarely resents others. He does not mention the past, nor is he afraid of the future. How did you provoke someone who doesn't know it, and it may be life-threatening. But listening to Jiang Nan, after Ruan Yang came, he has been nervous about Ru Jing's safety, and has been in the hospital for a few days, is there really any life-threatening involvement?

"You want me to take care of this kid, that's all?"

"Well, but you're going to have to find a safer place." As she spoke, the woman took out a plane ticket from her bag and handed it to me. It seems that I have been prepared for a long time, and even got my ID number.

I took the ticket and took a look. The time was 11:20 p.m. today, flying to a small northern city, transiting in Wuhan, I looked at my watch. It's already 7:00 p.m.

"Today? This one is too rushed, right? And is it necessary to run that far? ”

"You can choose to change your destination in Wuhan, or you can choose to follow the established route, but you must find a way to go to a safe place after getting off the plane. Do not use a credit card, always pay in cash. Find a place where you don't have to register your identity. Turn off your phone, pull out your original SIM card, and don't contact anyone, especially people she knows. Until June 10th. ”

"Why did you pass June 10th?"

"That's probably the end of the matter."

"You're not going to be a human trafficker," I felt like I was helping people resell young children.

"You can take a look at this," said the woman, handing me a small video camera. I'll take it and look at what's inside. Putting down the video camera, I think I already believed her.

"I'll go up and clean up, and we'll go to the airport right away." I put down the VCR and made a decision right away.

"You go, it's better to go separately. I'll wait for you at Gate 3 of the departure hall of the airport," said the woman, who took the child and put it back in the stroller. He got up and walked out the door.

I watched her go out, and then went to the bar to pretend to check the drinks and meals for the evening, and checked the recent inventory and receipts, so I called the store manager aside and told him that I was going to travel for a while, and I would come back in about half a month, so that he could take care of the store. Then I went to the attic to collect a few daily necessities and a change of clothes, and with my guitar on my back, he set out on my wandering journey again.