"At that time, I was busy unloading and loading the goods, so I asked the guy in the warehouse to lead him around the street, and this turn, something happened."

"Did you ever doubt your background?"

"He never mentioned this matter in front of us, this kid usually doesn't talk much, and he always likes to hold things in his heart."

"One night — when little Gaya was eleven or twelve, and I was chatting with his grandmother at night — about his background, he suddenly rolled over and fell asleep, and I suspect he overheard our conversation, and we haven't talked about it since."

Jianyang Zhuobu continued: "Xiao Gaya, this kid is very smart, to say that he is not afraid of your laughter, the second Tashi and the third Hule are not as smart as Xiao Gaya, he eavesdropped on the conversation between our husband and wife, and heard some gossip from the neighbors, with his cleverness, he must be able to understand what is going on." ”

"His grandmother has always been worried, as Xiao Gaya gets older, he looks less and less like us and the couple, and if it weren't for the second brother Tashi and the third Hule brothers dangling in front of us, maybe it would be better."

Jianyang Zhuobu has a "little Gaya", probably called it habitual. Today, Jianyang Gaya is a man in his forties, which shows how much he loves this adopted son.

Three brothers, two children look like their parents, one child doesn't look like their parents, there is no shadow of their parents on their faces, it will inevitably attract abnormal eyes from others, and they should be able to see something unusual.

"I shouldn't have brought him to Honghe Town. The midwife told me that the child was brought from the countryside, and I believed it, but now that I think about it, I am so confused, how can a country man put a hundred silver dollars in the child's quilt? Only in Honghe Town can there be such a rich family! ”

"Then Liu Li is also a sincere person, if it were someone else, as soon as his brain was active, a hundred silver dollars would become something in his bag, at least he could be greedy for dozens of silver dollars!"

"When the midwife handed over Xiao Gaya to me, I left in a hurry, and on the way back to Kangding, I found the silver dollar sewn in the quilt."

"The child's parents must have encountered an insurmountable hurdle before giving the child away, and his parents must have been worried that the child would suffer in the future, so they put a hundred silver dollars in the quilt."

"I can't hide it, I'm good to Xiao Gaya, not just because he looks cute, the hundred silver dollars are given to the child by the child's biological parents, since people trust us so much, we naturally have to be worthy of this trust."

"The child was originally in the rice basket, but it was suddenly put into the chaff basket, which is pitiful enough, so it is also appropriate for our husband and wife to be kind to the child."

After listening to the old man's above words, Zhao Zimeng became more and more solemn and respectful of Zhuo Bu.

Jianyang Gaya failed his adoptive mother, this may be his fate!

Jianyang Zhuobu took a few sips of tea, and then wiped the cloudy tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

As if remembering something, he brought the blanket that was beside him to the table, untied the cloth strap on the blanket, and took out a tie-dyed package from it. Then place the package in front of Descendant Zhuobu.

The package is tied in four corners.

Outside the package is a large tie-dyed headscarf with white flowers on a blue background, which is an ornament that a woman wears on her head.

Zhuobu slowly unwrapped the package with a trembling hand.

Zhao Zimeng noticed Zhuobu's hand, his hand was black and skinny, and his fingers were like bamboo knots. Age spots have appeared on the back of the hand, the nails on the fingers have been bald, and the thumb and index finger of both hands are still wrapped in adhesive tape, and the tape has also turned black. Zhao Zimeng felt the roughness of these hands when he shook hands with the old man,

Zhuobu unwrapped the package.

Zhao Zimeng saw it clearly, and there were several things in the package:

One set is the clothes worn by a newborn child, the trousers are open crotch pants, and there are three pairs of red cloth bands on the gown, and this set of clothes is sewn by hand with stitches and threads.

The second thing was a pair of red-colored socks with the word "Fu" rusted with gold thread on them, and the socks were longer and larger - the socks of a newborn child must have been very large.

The third thing is a small quilt, the small quilt is thicker, the inside is white wool, the face is yellow satin, and the red peony flowers are embroidered on it. The peony flower is a rich flower, and the biological mother of Yang Gaya is holding the rusty peony flower on the quilt, which should have some sustenance.

You don't need to ask to know that these two things are the clothes that Janyang Gaya wore when he was born and the quilt that was wrapped around him when he was taken away.

The fourth thing was a braid hidden in the quilt - the white thread was broken and touched inside for a while before being pulled out, and the braid was wrapped in a piece of red cloth. The braid is as thick as a little finger, and a red head rope is tied to each end.

"Old man, is this braid also from Yanggaya?" Zhao Zimeng looked at Jianyang Tashi and Jianyang Huledao, because they both had a braid coiled around their heads, and a red rope was also tied to the tail of the braid.

Jianyang Zhuobu nodded: "This is Xiao Gaya's braid, when he was eleven years old, he didn't want to keep braids, so his aunt cut off the braids and sewed them in the quilt." ”

Zhao Zimeng took the braid from the hand of Zhuo Bu and opened it, the braid was about forty centimeters long, although this braid had gone through more than 30 years, it was still black and shiny.

Everyone knows that this braid is very important to Zhao Zimeng, so let's put it this way! With this braid, other evidence may be negligible, and if Janyang Gaya does not bow his head and confess his guilt, the final DMA identification will definitely nail him firmly to the pillar of shame.

"The child's grandmother has always kept these things, and often takes them out at night to take a look."

Soon, Jianyang Zhuobu took out a small cloth bag tied up from the quilt, and he opened the small cloth bag, which contained ten silver dollars.

"I'm talking about this kind of silver dollar, the child's biological parents put a hundred of these silver dollars in the quilt."

The silver dollar has the head of Yuan Shikai on it, and the surface of the silver dollar has been worn a little.

"Our husband and wife were not willing to use it, so we specially kept ten yuan. One day, I will tell him that his biological parents have never treated him badly, and that they would not have given their child away if it had not been for the difficulties of the sky falling. ”

We all know that the reason why his biological parents gave him away was completely out of a very ridiculous and stupid idea - an anti-human and deceitful culture to be precise.

We curse this culture, and with the continuous improvement of human civilization, we want to sweep away all the specious and plausible dross, garbage and even dog shit wrapped in our culture. The evil intentions and traps wrapped in the wine culture, the hypocrisy and ugliness hidden in the Buddhist culture, the luxury, vanity and waste mixed in the food culture, and the ignorance, ignorance and falsehood parasitic in the funeral culture. And so on and so forth, all of them are swept away.

"Comrade policeman, I won't go with you to the mountain city, Xiao Gaya will understand everything when she sees these things."

"Have you ever seen these things?"

"Yes, once, my aunt and I went to a relative's house as a guest, and when I got home, my aunt found that someone had rummaged through her suitcase."

Jianyang Zhuobu took two puffs of his cigarette and continued: "These things were pressed at the bottom of the box - at that time, Xiao Gaya was the only one at home. ”

As he spoke, he took out a sheepskin bag from the inside pocket of his robe, opened the bag, and took out a small bookkeeping book, opened the book, and took out a photo from it.

"Captain Zhao, this is a photo we took in a photo studio in Kangding County when Xiao Gaya was three years old."

Linghu Yunfei took the photo from the hand of Yang Zhuobu.

There are three people in the photo, a young and beautiful Tibetan woman in a yellow Tibetan robe, sitting on a chair and holding a three-year-old boy in her arms.

The boy was wearing a small red-blue Tibetan robe and a mink hat on his head, the little boy's skin was very white, in stark contrast to the woman's swarthy complexion, and to the woman's right sat a man in a navy blue Tibetan robe, with a pair of glasses on the man's eyes.

There is also a line of words on the back of the photo: "Jianyang Gaya's second birthday photo." October 5, 1952. ”

"I'll give you this picture! He understands everything when he sees the picture, and I hope he is like a man, not to be obscene and trivial soft eggs and pus. ”

Yang Zhuobu's eyes were moist: "You must forgive me, I can't stand this kind of thing the most, I can't live for my own sin, I can only accept my fate, but I can't watch him go to the guillotine, although he was brought by me, but my mother and I have always raised him as my own son." ”

"I came to Gudun this time, and his aunt thought it was a business matter-Gaya's matter, we didn't tell her, if she knew, I don't know what would happen?"

"Old man, we would like to thank you for your support of our work."

"Don't say thank you or anything like that, Captain Zhao, if Xiao Gaya doesn't bow his head and confess his guilt, I'll go to the mountain city again - I will also make a break with our father-son relationship. Tashi, you throw your phone number to Captain Liu, and if anything, you can call this number. ”

Jianyang Tashi took out a piece of paper from inside his robe and handed it to Ling Hu Yunfei's hand: "Captain Zhao, this is the phone number of a fur shop near my house, you just need to say my Abba's name." ”