Zhao Wei's face was pale, and his voice was very low: "It's been more than ten years since this happened, and it was an accident at the beginning, no one would have imagined that those things would happen......"

The news that the snack street was going to be demolished, Zhao Wei had someone he knew in the agency, so he knew about it before anyone else.

When he has nothing to do, he often comes here to hang out, and his business has been doing well before, so he has a lot of spare money in his hands.

His son Zhao Chen, who is only five or six years old, also follows him around every day, Zhao Wei is very willing to take him, he thinks that the boy son should have more knowledge since he was a child, and his connections and everything have been accumulated since he was a child.

One afternoon, Zhao Wei took his son to wander around the snack street, he had already seen the planning drawings, and the seats in the newly built shop were in his heart.

After walking around, he lowered his head and was about to say something to Zhao Chen, when he found that his son was gone.

Zhao Wei looked around, but he didn't see Zhao Chen's figure, he was a little anxious, a few days ago he heard that someone had lost a child, and he was taken away by a foreign trafficking gang, which caused a storm in the city, and he was very worried.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wei quickened his pace, walked all over the snack street, and finally found Zhao Chen somewhere in a secluded place on the corner of the street, when he was playing with another child.

Zhao Wei stepped forward and reprimanded his son, took his hand and was about to leave, but Zhao Chen pointed to the boy next to him and said that this was his new friend and wanted to play with him for a while.

Glancing at the little boy next to him, he was about the same age as Zhao Chen, Zhao Wei asked him what his name was, and the child said that his name was Xiaoshu, and he was the son of the chef of the Qiuji Salt Gang Restaurant on the street.

Oh, Zhao Wei didn't ask anything anymore, the chef of the small restaurant, in Zhao Wei's eyes, was just a lower riba man who couldn't get on the scene.

He pulled his son to leave, but Zhao Chen also wanted Xiaoshu to play with him. Thinking that his son had no brothers and sisters, and he usually had few playmates, Zhao Wei softened his heart and said that he could only play for a while.

He found a teahouse and sat down, ordered a cup of tea, and leaned back on the sofa to take a nap. Half an hour later, Zhao Chen came up to look for him, and his face was very bad with tears in his eyes.

Zhao Wei thought that the two children were fighting, and he hurriedly asked his son what was wrong.

As soon as his hand touched his son, Zhao Chen's body began to tremble, he looked up at his father, and without speaking, he pulled him downstairs.

It's a relatively private area, a small corner that most people won't notice, and the small tree is lying on the ground, covered in blood. Next to him, a small umbrella stretched out, crookedly aside.

Gently probing the child's snort, there was no temperature, Zhao Wei took a step back, and hurriedly asked his son what happened.

Zhao Chen sobbed, he pointed to the roof of the building and said, "Doesn't it be said in the cartoon that jumping down from the roof with an umbrella is like holding a parachute?" Little Tree did so, but ......"

Zhao Wei gasped.

There was no one around, he looked left and right, there was a garbage can next to it, he threw the body of the little tree into it, found a rag to wipe the blood on the ground, and then pulled his son and left.

In the evening, he quietly drove to the snack street again.

Removing Xiaoshu's body from the garbage can, he heard that there was a lot of noise nearby, the Yanbang restaurant was closed for today, and all the employees were helping to find a missing child.

That child is called Xiaoshu, and at this moment, he is already lying in the trunk of Zhao Wei's car cold.

When I heard this, I was furious:

"At that time, why didn't you tell the child's parents? You are also a father, and you can't understand their pain? ”

Zhao Wei looked at me helplessly: "I can't help it, the two children are playing indiscriminately, something happens, and no one can judge justice." The child's parents are from the countryside again, unreasonable, I don't want to mess with such people, and I can't afford to mess with them! ”

This made me angry: "I can't afford to provoke!" What do you say, that's a human life! ”

His voice also became louder: "That kid is to blame, and he actually learned the actions in the cartoon, and he died by himself!" ”

I stood up and stared at Zhao Wei's eyes hatefully, and after a while, I asked him again, "Xiaoshu's corpse, where did you get it!?" ”

"I'm asking you to catch ghosts, and everything else has nothing to do with you!"

"Do you believe me reporting you!?"

Zhao Wei was stunned for a moment, and then laughed twice: "Report me, do you have evidence?" Based on what I just told you, did you record it? Even if it is recorded, the court will not use it as evidence, don't you understand this bit of common sense? ”

My hands clenched into fists, gritting my teeth as the smell of blood echoed in my mouth.

At this moment, my mind is full of the ghosts of Wang Gang and Xie Ru, the painful expressions of each other, thinking of the child they have been looking for for so many years, but because of such a dirty reason, it was hidden.

After about five minutes, Zhao Wei on the other side softened, and he came over and patted me on the shoulder:

"Young man, the flesh is strong, but it's not good to be too persistent. In today's world, being rich is the boss, and making more money while you are young is the top priority! ……”

He said all this wow to me, and I didn't respond a word.

Because my eyes at the moment were all attracted by the figures under the loquat trees outside the window.

It was a kid, five or six years old, with a pale face covered in blood, and he was reaching out and waving at me, still smiling at me.

"Little tree!" I screamed.

Zhao Wei followed my gaze, and he didn't seem to notice anything. He asked me with trepidation, "What was your name, little tree?" Did you see him? ”

The kid was still smiling at me, and I didn't say anything, turned and walked out the door.

When I came to the loquat tree, the boy was still there, and I took his hand and asked, "Are you a little tree?" ”

He nodded.

I smiled at him, "Let's go, I'll take you to Mom and Dad." ”

Zhao Wei stood in place, watching me lead an invisible thing away, his face was as earthy as earth. Suddenly, he fell to the ground, pumped out, and began to foam at the mouth.

The nanny on the side screamed, and she didn't know what to do.

I could tell that he must have had a stroke, so I said to the babysitter, "Don't mess with him, now you call 120 immediately, and wait for the ambulance to come." ”

After saying this, I pulled the little tree next to me and left Zhao Wei's villa, leaving only the little nanny who was still frightened.

Sitting on the bus, Xiaoshu looked at me:

"Uncle, who are you?"

"I'm the one who came to take you away."