At this time, the obsidian presented the first important life segment for Fu Bao.

That's when he was abducted.

Yes, the screen playback continues, restoring the whole process of Fu Bao's abduction fifteen years ago.

There is almost no difference from what Zheng Guoyi and Li Sujuan said when they came to report the case.

However, Xiao Ran, Zhou Zhen and others saw the face of the "beggar", that is, the trafficker, and the sketchers quickly wrote down the appearance of the trafficker with a pen on paper.

One of the characteristics of obsidian is that it is impossible to take pictures and videos when presenting these images.

They tried before, but when they looked at the photos and videos, they found that they were blurry, so they had to be depicted by human, and the address needed to be written down in time.

Because all family searches only have one chance, they need to be taken seriously and extract important information from them.

Soon the first clip was played.

Obsidian's screen went black for a moment, then lit up again.

And Xiao Ran and Zhou Zhen also raised their spirits, especially paying attention to the address that was about to appear above, because that might be where Fubao was currently located.

Soon, a specific address slowly appeared on it.

Xiao Ran immediately recorded it.

And the picture is playing.

This is a remote rural area, with low houses everywhere and no buildings, and a thin boy about 15 years old appears in the picture.

Li Sujuan's gaze fell tightly on the young man's face, and she trembled, "Is this Fubao? Is this what our Fubao will look like when he grows up?"

Yes, definitely.

From the moment this teenager appeared in the picture, she inexplicably believed in her heart that this teenager was their blessing.

"Yes, it's Fu Bao, you see, his eyes, nose and mouth are almost exactly the same as when he was a child." Zheng Guoyi echoed.

They finally saw what Fu Bao looked like when he grew up.

But he's too thin, too thin, and what is he doing?

Isn't a 15-year-old boy still studying? Why are you laying bricks?

Yes, the boy in the picture is laying bricks, and in front of him is the unfinished house, surrounded by bricks, mud and paint.

The brick-laying men with him were older than him.

Under the scorching sun, he was already sweating profusely, but he couldn't stop to rest or drink water.

At this time, several teenagers carried school bags and rode bicycles by the road not far away.

Someone stabbed the boy in the arm and said, "Look, grassroots, that's your brother."

The teenager, that is, the grassroots, turned around and saw the teenagers in school uniforms, and also saw one of the people who was holding ice cream to distribute to his classmates, and the man seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, and looked over from the line of sight.

When he saw the grassroots, there was obviously a look of disgust in his eyes, and then as if he didn't see it, he looked away and left on a bicycle with his classmates.

The grassroots silently turned around, stopped talking, and the whole person fell silent.

"That's your brother, why are your parents so partial, obviously you had such good grades at the beginning, but they didn't let you go to school, just your brother's grades, they actually provided for it like this, and let you work early to earn money when you were underage. Even if this heart is biased to one side when it is long, but your parents are really biased, and there is no boundary......

Workers are very grassroots.

Who are these grassroots parents, and everything good is left to the youngest son.

Even the name.

The youngest son's big name is Zilong, and his little name is Fubao.

As for the grassroots, the big names and the small names are called grassroots.

What else do you say that a cheap name is easy to feed, he sees, it's purely an excuse, even if the grassroots is a cheap name, how can it be used as a big name?

"Your parents are most concerned about when your salary will be paid, as long as they arrive on time on the day of the salary, they will directly collect your salary for you, and leave you the two hundred yuan, how can it be enough for a month to live.

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"But what about your brother, you still have so much pocket money to buy ice cream for your brother, invite your classmates to eat, he obviously saw you, and he still didn't see it."

"Sometimes I wonder if you picked it up from their family. If this is biological, can it be treated like this?"

The grassroots did not speak from beginning to end, but lowered their heads and continued to do the work in their hands silently.

Can he not know that his parents are eccentric? He knows.

But what can he do? He is only fifteen years old now, and he is not yet an adult.

In fact, sometimes the grassroots also wonder if he would just pick it up, and he also went to ask the neighbor, but the neighbor said that he was born to his parents.

The grassroots can only admit that even parents, not all love every child, and there will always be times when they are partial.

But the grassroots are also envious.

He envied his younger brother for having the love of his parents and envied his younger brother Fubao's nickname.

Fu Bao, what a good nickname, as soon as you hear it, you know how much love and blessings you have placed on your parents.

But he is not a blessing, he is just the root of the grass, the root of the weeds that grow on the ground.

He also envied his younger brother for having books to read, when he graduated from primary school, he was the first in the county, and he was also admitted to a key junior high school, but his parents said that the family had no money and could not provide him with a study.

So after graduating from primary school, that is, after the age of 12, he began to be arranged by his parents to work.

In the past few years, he has done several jobs, and the bricklaying work in front of him has been working for more than a year.

Grassroots looked at his hands, as if he could see the calloused hands inside through the gloves.

The grassroots love to read and draw.

But he recalled that when he was young, when he got the pen, he drew a family portrait of a family of four and showed it to his mother.

Say you like your mother.

But when my mother saw the painting, somehow, she was very angry.

He tore up his painting on the spot and put it in the burning stove.

He broke his pen again, and said with a cold face that he was not allowed to draw anymore, and that he would not do his job at a young age, and that he would not even do housework, and that he would not do any of this.

At that time, the dream of painting that had just sprouted from the grassroots was shattered.

Since then, he has never painted a single picture.

Mom and Dad and his brother were always reminding him and telling him.

He is not worthy of reading, not worthy of drawing, and not worthy of the love of his parents.

He grew step by step in the sense of unworthiness and denial, and became more and more silent.

At this time, outside the screen, Zheng Guoyi and Li Sujuan looked at this scene, couldn't hold back any longer, and tears kept falling.

Li Sujuan couldn't cry directly.

"How can they do this, how can they treat my blessing like this, he is my blessing, not some grassroots."

"They have ruined my blessing, since they have taken away my blessing, why don't you treat him well, since you are willing to treat him well, then give him back to me, blessing, mother's blessing." Li Sujuan's eyes were full of accusations and distress.

Zheng Guoyi is also very heartbroken, especially when they see their children drop out of school at the age of 12, and when they see the children's paintings being torn up and burned, and the pen being broken, the couple is really distressed.

The child's talent for painting is with him, and his grades are so good, if they are around, the couple will definitely encourage the child and help him grow up, maybe he can become a painter.

But the child's dream was shattered.

If the child is by their side, they will definitely love him well, it is their blessing treasure, it hurts in the palm of the hand, it is like a jewel of blessing, not a grass root that is as humble as dust.