"Master, look, my home is right there."

Qing Yurou happily pointed to Zhang Haomin, but the direction she pointed to was packed with houses. Not to mention Zhang Haomin, even she couldn't tell which one was her home.

"My mother is so good, she is so hard-working, she always keeps the house clean, the yard is full of all kinds of flowers and plants, and her cooking is delicious, sir, you must

Want to try it."

Zhang Haomin smiled and rubbed Qing Yurou's little head. Since they arrived at the border of Nanhe County, she has become lively and talks more. She is as happy as a chirping little sparrow and can't wait to take three steps.

A bounce.

"Since you said so, I will definitely try it then to see if it is as delicious as you said, and to see if you are a little liar."

Upon hearing that Zhang Haomin didn't believe it, Qing Yurou hurriedly argued.

"I'm not a little liar. How could Yurou lie to the young master?"

Seeing such lively Qing Yurou, Zhang Haomin couldn't help being amused and joked.

"Haha, it's hard to say."

"snort."

Qing Yurou knew that Zhang Haomin was making fun of her, so Xiaoqiong arched her nose and snorted cutely, quite arrogantly.

"What about your dad?"

"My dad, my dad is amazing. He is the best carpenter in the village, and he often takes Yurou to the market to buy delicious food. The candied haws sold by Uncle Zhang is the most delicious."

"Oh, it turns out that taking you to the market to buy delicious food is awesome, so isn't Uncle Zhang who sells candied haws on a stick even more awesome?"

Being surrounded by Qing Yurou's chirping, Zhang Haomin's mood was just like the weather today, the sun was shining brightly.

"By the way, do you have any brothers or sisters at home?"

"What? Could it be that the young master thinks Yurou is too young and wants to ask if Yurou has any sisters in her family?"

Zhang Haomin suddenly felt embarrassed when he saw the girl's evil smile. He was so angry that he pinched her little face fiercely. Qing Yurou hurriedly knocked off Zhang Haomin's hand and said angrily.

"Don't pinch a girl's face casually. What if it gets too big? You won't be able to get married, but you will blackmail the young master!"

"Do you think you are plasticine and can be made bigger?"

Seeing Zhang Haomin pretending to be stupid and deliberately pretending not to hear the second half of the sentence, Qingyu stomped her feet angrily.

"I'm the only one in my family."

"one?"

Zhang Haomin couldn't help but feel tight in his heart. If his only daughter was abducted, the parents would probably be heartbroken. He could only pray secretly that after Qing Yurou was abducted, they would give birth to another child, otherwise they would be really desperate.

Already.

But fortunately, this is not a modern society after all. There is no family planning, but more and more children are encouraged, because the number of people determines the prosperity of a country, and can even reflect the strength of a country.

So there is a high possibility that Qing Yurou’s parents will have another child.

But Qing Yurou looked very sad, her mouth almost reached her nose, and she said sadly as her big teardrops were about to fall to the ground and break into pieces.

"The doctor said that my mother is not in good health, so I am the only child."

Zhang Haomin sighed secretly in his heart, and now he can only hope for a good result.

So he pinched Qing Yurou's little face again and comforted her softly.

"Crybaby, you

Aren’t you going home?”

"You pinched my face!"

Seeing Qing Yurou angrily wanting to hit him, Zhang Haomin quickly ran away, and the two of them chased and beat him. Qing Yurou felt much better and returned to her chirping self.

"Sir, look, the biggest house is our village chief's house. His son is bad. He always bullied us in the past, but he never cared. Huh."

The two of them just talked and laughed. Qing Yurou picked up a lot of memories along the way, which made Zhang Haomin very happy.

Qing Yurou's home is not far from the entrance of the village. It only takes two turns to get there. But just after turning the first corner, Qing Yurou couldn't stop.

"We'll be home soon, what are you doing standing here?"

Suddenly Qing Yurou squatted on the ground, hugged her knees, and started crying.

"Sir, do you think my parents will abandon me? Will they dislike me? Will they?"

"Stop, what are you thinking about? It's useless. Only when you go there will you know what it's like. Besides, what parent would dislike their child?"

Zhang Haomin squatted in front of Qing Yurou, wiped her tears that kept dripping, and comforted her softly.

But he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. When he came to this world, would his parents also be sad because they couldn't find him? They should be.

But when will he be able to return to them? Are they okay? Although I can't remember what they looked like, or even have any memories, every time I think of them, I always feel extra warm in my heart.

"Girl, please smile. We haven't seen you for so many years. You should let them see how beautiful you are."

Qing Yurou forced herself to laugh, looked at Zhang Haomin, and asked him to see if she could do this.

"Come on, your smile is uglier than crying."

Hearing this, Qing Yurou burst into tears and smiled, like pear blossoms after the rain, they were so beautiful.

But when she turned the corner and saw her home, her tears could no longer be controlled, and she cried like a tearful person. When Zhang Haomin saw this, he quickly hugged her into his arms, not daring to let her see it again.

to your own home.

This home is now dilapidated, and the door lies quietly on the ground, eroded by the years and unsightly.

The house had long since collapsed, the rubble was scattered all over the ground, and the broken walls were covered with weeds. It looked like it had been there for some time, and it was as desolate as a pile of lonely graves that no one had remembered.

The home in Qing Yurou's memory has collapsed.

Qing Yurou, who burst into tears, struggled out of Zhang Haomin's arms and ran into the yard. Looking at this unrecognizable home, her memory and reality could not overlap. She finally knelt on the ground and could only cry helplessly.

With.

"Father, mother, Rou'er is back. Come and see Rou'er. Where have you been? Don't you want Rou'er anymore?"

Perhaps hearing Yurou's cry, the neighbor's door opened and an old woman came out.

She first looked up and down at Zhang Haomin who was standing outside, and then looked curiously towards the courtyard. The moment she saw Qing Yurou, her eyes filled with tears and she walked into the courtyard tremblingly.

"Yurou, are you Yurou? You are back, my child. You must have suffered a lot in these years."

When Qing Yurou saw the old woman, she immediately threw herself into her arms and burst into tears.

"Grandma Wang, me, my parents, where did they go?"

Grandma Wang

Wiping away her tears, she pulled up Qing Yurou who was kneeling on the ground, wiped her eyes that were already swollen from crying, and said softly.

"Let's talk when we go home, let's talk when we go home."

Then he took Qing Yurou's hand and walked towards his home, holding it tightly, as if he was afraid that Qing Yurou would run away again.

Zhang Haomin followed them silently and entered the house.

Grandma Wang pulled Qing Yurou to sit down, but she never let go of her hands. On her wrinkled face, big drops of turbid tears moistened the ravine that had been baptized by wind and frost.

"Child, where have you been all these years?"

Maybe she was tired from crying, or maybe she met an acquaintance who gave her a touch of warmth in her heart, and Qing Yurou gradually calmed down.

"I was abducted by human traffickers and sold into a brothel. Fortunately, I met the young master and he redeemed me. Yurou could then go home and take a look."

Hearing that it was Zhang Haomin who saved Qing Yurou, Grandma Wang quickly stood up and prepared to kneel down for Zhang Haomin. Fortunately, Zhang Haomin had quick eyesight and quick hands to support the old man.

"My benefactor, you are truly a living Bodhisattva."

"Old man, please don't do this. The younger generation cannot afford it."

Finally, she managed to persuade her to help Grandma Wang up. Otherwise, if she had knocked her head off, she would have lost many years of her life.

But before the stool could sit firmly, Grandma Wang stood up again, staggered to the back room, took out a small wooden box from the back room, opened the wooden box, took out a small cloth bag from the inside, and said to Zhang Haomin.

"My benefactor, we are so poor here that we really can't afford anything decent, so I beg you to accept this little money."

How dare Zhang Haomin ask for this money, not to mention that he didn't spend a penny to redeem Qing Yurou from Zhang's mother, not to mention that he didn't send Qing Yurou home for money.

"Old man, I can't accept this money. I really regard Yurou as my sister. If I take this money, who will I become?"

Upon hearing Zhang Haomin's words, Grandma Wang couldn't help but burst into tears. She tightly held Zhang Haomin's hand like a dead tree and said with choked sobs.

"What a good man, what a good man. This child has had a hard life. It is a blessing to have met a benefactor like you for nine lifetimes."

Seeing Grandma Wang starting to cry bitterly again, Zhang Haomin couldn't help but feel a headache. It was obvious that he couldn't cope with this situation at all.

Fortunately, Qing Yurou misses her parents very much and wants to know where her parents are now and whether they are doing well.

I learned from Grandma Wang that ever since young Yurou was abducted by human traffickers, her mother had been so anxious that she could not afford to fall ill. The illness came so quickly that even though she spent all her family’s savings, she still could not get over it.

Winter of the year.

After her mother left, her father stayed at home alone, a dignified seven-foot-tall man who cried all day while holding his clothes and looking forward to Qing Yurou coming home every day. He was so skinny and disfigured.

Later, people went crazy. When they saw a girl of average age, they would call her Rou'er and run around in the streets every day.

Until that day, it rained heavily, and the old house could not withstand the torment and was washed away by the rain. Since then, no one has seen him again.

Some people said that he was crushed to death by the old house, but the villagers searched for him but could not find him.

Some people also said they saw him jumping into the river, but several people in the village who knew water skills searched the river for three or four days, but still found nothing.
Chapter completed!