Xiaomi has been away from this home for more than half a year since July last year. In the past, she always couldn't remember where her home was, she only knew that it was in Huangjia Village, and today with the help of Ding Jiamin, she finally found it, but the small home that was once full of laughter and laughter was already dilapidated, which made her cry sadly.

She clutched the small shoes she had worn tightly, as if she wanted to reminisce about the past through this.

She didn't let anyone hug her, and the little one stood at home crying.

Ding Jiamin's eyes turned red. She helped her pick up another small shoe against the wall, and took off the dog curtain, folded it, and prepared to take it back to Xiaomi.

She and Zhang Si wanted to take Xiaomi downstairs, but Xiaomi refused, and she looked everywhere for photos of her mother.

But there's still a picture of her mother. It hasn't been rented out since she left, because it's so dilapidated that the landlord doesn't bother to tidy it up, so he sells the furniture that can be used as scrap, leaving the room with these rags.

"Xiaomi, you come with me, I will definitely find you a photo of your mother, okay?" Ding Jiamin squatted in front of Xiaomi, grabbed her little body and said.

When Xiaomi heard this, her crying swollen eyes looked at her blankly. When Ding Jiamin said it again, she reacted, nodded, and followed her downstairs.

This building is a bit dangerous, too dilapidated, not afraid of 10,000 in case.

Ding Jiamin has the phone number of the landlord, and he contacted him when he was investigating. She called the landlord, and a few moments later, an old lady came from a side alley.

She's the landlord.

"Huh, is this millet?" she saw the millet at Ding Jiamin's feet for the first time and recognized it, she and her mother had lived here for three years.

Millet was confused for a while, and then suddenly, she also recognized her grandmother.

She cried out to her grandmother and ran over to cautiously ask if she knew where her mother had gone.

How could the old lady of the landlady know, if she knew, she would have told Ding Jiamin a long time ago.

She paid the rent for the next three months and disappeared without saying anything. That's what the landlady said to Ding Jiamin.

Now, that's what she told Xiaomi.

Xiaomi's tears that had just stopped fell again, and Xiaobai walked over sadly when she saw her good friend so sad, hugging her with red eyes.

Xi'er didn't pass, she stood at Zhang Si's feet, crying silently, and kept wiping her tears.

When she encounters difficulties, she can be very strong, but when she sees her friends so sad, she can't be strong.

Zhang Si handed her a tissue to prevent her from wiping tears from his pants.

"Do you have a picture of Xiaomi's mother here?" asked Ding Jiamin.

It's no wonder that Ding Jiamin asked the landlady for a photo, because according to her understanding, one of the people that Xiaomi's mother has been in contact with the most in recent years is the landlady.

Of course, she also has a job, but according to their understanding, Xiaomi's mother often goes alone in the unit, and when she asks her colleagues, she says that she doesn't know her very well.

She is shy and timid, not good at communication and words, blushing when talking to strangers, and is the kind of person who is very ordinary and ordinary, and has no sense of presence in the crowd.

The old lady thought about it and said yes, when she first rented a house to Xiaomi's mother, she took a photo of her and took it with her mobile phone.

She immediately took out her elderly mobile phone, flipped through and flipped through, there were too many photos, all of which were the daily life of her grandchildren, until she flipped to a long time ago, and found a photo of Xiaomi's mother.

In the photo, her face is green, looking at the camera, her eyes are a little evasive, showing a slightly shy smile. She's not tall, about 160cm, petite and cute, with a round face, and she's a little beauty, and it looks like a high school student is believed by anyone.

In fact, she was only 24 years old when she disappeared, and three years ago, she was only 21 years old, and then extrapolated, she was 19 years old when she gave birth to Xiaomi.

Ding Jiamin investigated that Xiaomi's mother came to Pujiang to work alone after graduating from high school, and did a lot of work, mostly low-level jobs, such as restaurant waiters and greeters at the door......

Ding Jiamin handed the photo to Xiaomi, who carefully held the mobile phone and stared at the photo, as if recalling whether her mother was this in the photo, and finally confirmed, this is it.

Mi nervously asks the landlady if she can take this picture.

The old lady was surprised and asked, "Don't you have a picture of your mother?"

Millet shook her head pitifully.

The old lady sighed and said kindly, "I'll send you this picture." ”

"Thank you grandma. Xiaomi said.

The old lady wiped her tears from her face and said, "No thanks, this is your mother, and it should have been given to you." ”

When it comes to the photo of my mother, Xiaomi's purpose today has been achieved. The old landlady chatted with them for a while, repeated the information she knew, talked about some clips of past interactions by the way, and finally left with a sigh.

Her small building has been rented by many people, and there have been many, many stories, and the mother and daughter of Xiaomi are not the most special ones, but they are the last one.

"Let's go wash out my mother's picture and hang it in your room, okay?" Ding Jiamin asked Xiaomi.

Xiaomi nodded pitifully and said yes, and thanked Sister Xiaomin again.

Ding Jiamin touched her little head and didn't say anything. At this time, saying nothing will work, this kind of scar is heartfelt, it needs time to heal, and it needs to be warmly made into medicine. Her task is heavy.

She looked up at the two-story building hidden in the shadow of the sun in front of her, there must have been many, many stories here, she thought of the shy and smiling girl in the photo, imagining how she grew up while working and pulling millet, what kind of story happened to her, her love must not be smooth......

Thinking of this, Ding Jiamin felt that if it was herself, she might have to collapse.

She suddenly opened her mind a lot, compared to what happened to Xiaomi's mother, her emotional setback was nothing!

She told herself to be strong and cheer up, not to lose confidence in life, to be her own sun, but also to be the sun of millet.

In the afternoon, Ding Jiamin did not send Xiaomi to kindergarten again, she was sad to be like this, and going to kindergarten was not a good choice.

She left with Millet without saying where she was going.

Zhang sighed and sent the police car away, first looked at Xiaobai, Xiaobai was worried, she wanted to follow Xiaomi, so as to continue to comfort her.

He looked down at Xiao Xi'er, who had not spoken at his feet, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?" ”

When Xi'er heard this, she wiped a handful of tears, hugged his thighs, and said, "I'm sad to die, Xiaomi is so pitiful~~"

Zhang Si saw that the paper towel in her hand to wipe her tears was softened, and said, "Throw away the paper towel and replace it." ”

Xi'er wiped the corners of her eyes, pouted her little mouth, and said that this was already the last one.

"I'll give you a pack and you're running out?"

"I can't stop crying. ”

Zhang sighed speechlessly, and said in his heart that you are really amazing, a pack of tissues has been used up, how many tears have been shed.

"I miss my sister so much, I'm going to find my sister~~"

Seeing Xiaomi's sadness, Xi'er suddenly felt that she was really happy, she had a sister, she had everything.