Father Song and Song Rong went out for an hour, but it was already dark, and neither of them came back.

Song Yaoyao's heart also sank to the bottom little by little.

Mao Mao was frightened when she saw her mother being beaten, rubbed to Song's mother's side, and cried: "Grandma, I didn't take a good look at my brother, you beat me, don't blame my mother." ”

Mother Song looked at the son brought by this daughter with complicated eyes, she didn't think about why the person she lost was not Maomao, but after thinking about it, could it be that Maomao lost the family's heart and could get by?

Mother Song rubbed his head and said softly: "Maomao, don't cry, grandma doesn't blame you." ”

After that, he explained to Song Yaoyao with red eyes: "My mother, my mother is not harsh on you, if I don't give you this slap, your brother and sister-in-law can't get angry, I'm afraid that they will resent you in their hearts." ”

Song Yaoyao was about to blame herself to death, and it was even more unpleasant to hear Mother Song's words.

The three of them waited at the gate of the yamen, and when a pedestrian came out to take a look, he was afraid of missing someone.

After another half an hour, Father Song and Song Rong came back, and it didn't take long for Xue Zhutou to come back.

But Yun Sheng was still nowhere to be found.

Xue Zhutou said in a deep voice: "It's curfew soon, you can find an inn to settle down tonight, and then look for it tomorrow." ”

The Song family looked sad but had no choice, so they found an inn, opened two rooms, and asked for some food to deal with it casually.

At night, the four members of the Song family lay on the bed tossing and turning, but none of them fell asleep.

As soon as the morning bell rang at five or three o'clock, the Song family went out, Song Yaoyao still went to the vicinity of Xingwen Street, Song's mother went to other areas of Xishi, and Song Daddy and Song Rong went to the east.

One morning, all the streets and alleys were asked, but there was still no news of Yunsheng.

At noon, the Song family gathered around to eat, and Song Yaoyao proposed: "Daddy, eldest brother, let's go to the painter and draw a portrait of Yunsheng and post it, so that the big guy can help find it when he sees it." ”

Father Song's hair turned white overnight, and his back became even more rickety, and he sighed: "Without the approval of the government, we ordinary people can't post notices on the notice board, not to mention that when the painter finishes painting the portrait, I don't know what year and month it is." ”

Song Yaoyao also reacted, this is not modern, you have a photo to go to the print shop and print hundreds of flyers in ten minutes.

Seeing that 24 hours are about to pass, it is estimated that no one can be found.

The Song family hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of food, and then went out to find someone, Father Song and Song Rong even looked for the north and south wharves, but there was still no news.

Seeing that the sun was about to go down again, Song Yaoyao walked on the street, as if she had lost her soul, she didn't dare to go back to the inn now, for fear of knowing that her father and brother would also find nothing.

She looked at the sunset on the horizon, and felt that the day passed too quickly, and the time passed before anyone could find it, and she felt that time passed so slowly, and every minute and every second now was extremely tormenting and long.

Song Yaoyao was losing his soul, and the fourth son of the Yamen ran over, and he didn't even breathe, so he shouted: "Miss Song, someone sent a lost little boy to the Yamen, four years old, you should hurry up and take a look." ”

As soon as Song Yaoyao heard this, he ran to the county office, and the fast little four couldn't catch up.

When he arrived at the county office, it was empty, only Xue Zhutou was there.

"Where's the kid?"

Xue Zhutou saw her running sweaty, and couldn't bear to say: "I have found the child's parents and let them pick them up." ”

Song Yaoyao's eyes widened, in disbelief, crying and roaring: "Xue Xingzhou, I haven't arrived yet, and you let the child take away?" What if it's really Yunsheng, what if those who take him away are bad people? ”

Song Yaoyao also knew that this possibility was almost non-existent, and no matter how bold a thief was, he would not dare to commit a crime in the Yamen, not to mention that since the Yamen released people, it must have been checked.

But she really couldn't stand it anymore, this day and night, countless self-blame and remorse pressed on her heart like a boulder, she was almost out of breath, and finally had hope, but she floated away like this, and if she didn't vent, she really couldn't bear it.

Although Xue Xingzhou is stiff, his temperament is very understanding, and he doesn't care about Song Yaoyao's gaffe, but comforts: "Miss Song, you relax, the child may not really be abducted, and even if you accidentally fall into the hands of the kidnapper, we have set up sentry posts at the city gate and the north and south wharves, as long as there is a child similar to Yunsheng, stop the person, the child must still be in the city, don't worry too much." ”

After that, he also took out his handkerchief and lent it to Song Yaoyao to wipe his tears.

Song Yaoyao knew that he was angry, and he was a little embarrassed after that momentum, and said in a low voice: "Xue Zhutou, I am out of control for a while, don't mind." ”

Xue Xingzhou naturally didn't bother with her, and still persuaded gently: "Miss Song, I know you are anxious, but you also have to take care of your body, the child is not found, the adult can't fall, you go back to the inn to rest and rest first, I will step up to find someone, and I will inform you if there is news." ”

Xue Xingzhou sent Song Yaoyao back to the inn, and after a few words of comfort, Mao Mao knew that Yun Sheng had not found it when she looked at her, so she silently brought her a glass of water.

Song Yaoyao looked at Mao Mao, couldn't hold back any longer, lay on the table and cried bitterly, she just wanted to make life better at home, but she didn't expect such a thing to happen, if Yunsheng couldn't find it, she couldn't pay off what she owed her brother and sister-in-law in this life.

When the curfew was approaching, Father Song, Mother Song, and Song Rong all returned, but Yunsheng was still not found.

It was another long night, and everyone opened their eyes until dawn.

At breakfast, Father Song spoke: "It's been two days and two nights, and the adults can't stay up anymore, I'll look for another day today, if you can't find it, you can go back, the work at home can't be delayed, I'll stay in the city and continue to look for it." ”

Song Rong immediately retorted: "Dad, I'll stay too." ”

Father Song scolded: "If you stay, what about the land at home, what do you want your daughter-in-law to do?" ”

Song Rong moved the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't say anything to refute.

Song Yaoyao knew that the Song family was just an ordinary farmer, and she couldn't afford to find a child for such a family who didn't do anything, and she also knew that Father Song's decision was correct, but she still couldn't accept it in her heart.

"Daddy."

"You also go back, you promised that the goods of the shopkeeper should also be sent to others on time, if something happens in our house, it is our business, and we can't delay others." Daddy Song's words are non-negotiable.

Song Yaoyao bit her lip and accepted it, it also costs money to find someone, the Song family now relies on selling rouge gouache to make money, and he really can't spend all his time here.

After eating, someone came to the village, and Song Shanggong, the cousin of Daddy Song, came with his two sons, Song Kuan and Song An.

Song Shangquan asked, "I heard that Yunsheng was lost in the city, but he hasn't found it yet?" ”

Daddy Song shook his head.

"That's the case, don't talk nonsense, I took Brother Kuan and Brother Quan to look for it."

Father Song thanked him, and everyone scattered to look for the child.

Another day of nothing, Xue Xingzhou also came over to explain that there was no progress.

On the second day, everyone looked for a long time, but there was still no result, so Father Song asked everyone to go back first.

After packing up the salute and settling the bill, as soon as I reached the door, the man from the porcelain shop came running.

"Miss Song, child, the child is back!"