Li Mingyang looked at Mo Xiaodie with a surprised expression: "Xiaodie, what I just said is a total of nine children, what's wrong with you?

"Nine, Ranran, Momo, two from Yan Village, one from rural other provinces, and the healthiest two were sold to women who came by car. Isn't this eight?" Mo Xiaodie stretched out her fingers, and Li Mingyang found that her hands were shaking constantly, and she was very nervous.

Li Mingcheng patted her on the shoulder: "Xiaodie, you are so nervous, you forgot to count the people." ”

After listening to Li Mingcheng's words, Mo Xiaodie tried hard to calm down her emotions, and carefully counted them again, and sure enough, Zizhong was exactly nine children.

She took a deep breath and pretended to be relaxed: "I'm not nervous, at least the children are still alive and there are some clues, no matter what, I will find them back one by one." ”

Li Mingyang looked at her, a little speechless and stopped.

"Big brother, what's wrong?

Li Mingyang was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Xiaodie, I didn't want to tell you, but you are the child's mother and have the right to know." ”

"What's going on?" Mo Xiaodie had some bad premonitions in her heart.

Aunt May said that the healthiest child, after a week of being sold, was returned, and when he came back, he was scarred by abuse, his breath was weak, and he had a fever all the time, and later, crying and crying, he lost his breath. They took advantage of the darkness to throw him in the grass next to a stinking ditch in Jinghua Township. ”

"You, what did you say?" Mo Xiaodie stood up with a pale face, and then her legs went weak and fell down again.

Jinghua Town, that is where she was born and raised, her primary school and middle school were all completed in Jinghua Town.

Unexpectedly, her child was thrown there.

Li Mingcheng quickly supported her: "Xiaodie, are you okay?"

Mo Xiaodie looked at him in a daze: "Li Mingcheng, my child is dead." Saying that, she couldn't hold it anymore and lay in Li Mingcheng's arms and cried bitterly.

"Xiaodie, not necessarily! Maybe the child is just carrying the breath, and many children will cry and cry and suddenly carry the breath. Li Mingcheng comforted him optimistically.

Mo Xiaodie's eyes were full of tears: "At that time, it was the month of Layue, the child was born prematurely, had a fever, was congenitally deficient, and was abused, in the wilderness of the countryside, at night, there were wild dogs everywhere, even if it was a ...... of anger" She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

What is the countryside like in Jinghua Town in winter, she knows best.

It's that she is too useless, she didn't be able to escape from Ye Lanlan's house earlier, if she had escaped from the Ye family before giving birth, her child would not have been sold, and this baby would not have been thrown by them by the stinky ditch like this.

The two brothers, Li Mingcheng and Li Mingyang, did not speak, they knew very well that all the beliefs that had supported Mo Xiaodie over the years were to find her lost child.

It is also clear that in the end, the child is likely to be no longer alive.

Now, hearing the news that a child may die tragically is indeed an unbearable blow for her.

After crying for a while, Mo Xiaodie looked up at Li Mingyang: "Big brother, can I meet Aunt Mei." ”

Li Mingyang was a little surprised: "What do you want to see her for?"

"I wanted to see who bought my child and threw it away. She looked a little tired.

Li Mingyang hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange it." ”

Five minutes later, Mo Xiaodie was taken to another room, and in the corner of the room stood a fat woman in a bright red suit, who looked to be about fifty years old.

"She's Aunt Mei!" Li Mingyang said, pointing at the woman.

Mo Xiaodie stared at her for a minute, and suddenly rushed up like crazy, punching and kicking Aunt Mei.

"You killed my child, you deserve to die. You deserve to die. ”

Her whole being is in a state of collapse, desperate and only thinking about avenging her children.

Li Mingyang hurriedly stepped forward and forcibly pulled her out of the room: "Xiaodie, calm down." ”

Mo Xiaodie sat on the ground in the corridor: "Big brother, my child is dead, how can you calm me down." ”

Li Mingcheng pulled her up: "Xiaodie, don't forget, there are still eight children waiting for you!