"Are you hungry? Sister will take you to eat something." Song Yun asked softly.
The boy slowly raised his head and looked at the beautiful sister who was smiling at him tenderly. He didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes began to turn red, and tears rolled down his face.
The boy was good-looking, but too thin. It seemed that he hadn't eaten well in the past few days since he was abducted, and his face was very pale. His crying was really heartbreaking.
Song Yun patted the boy's shoulder and hugged him again. "Cry if you want to. We'll go eat after you finish crying."
After hearing this, the boy felt embarrassed to cry anymore. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and said, "I'm not crying. There's sand in my eyes."
The female police officer was surprised. "You can talk, then why didn't you say a word to me after I just said so much?"
The boy was silent again.
Song Yun smiled and said, "I'll ask for his name, and then you can register him here. I'll take him to eat. If his family comes to look for him, they can ask them to pick him up at No. 8 Zhengde Street."
The female police officer was very happy and agreed quickly. She was busy as soon as she arrived at the Public Security Bureau. If there were more children to take care of, she didn't know what to do.
The boy heard what Song Yun and the policewoman said. This time he took the initiative to speak, "I'm Tang Yu, I'm eleven years old."
Song Yun rubbed the boy's head. "You are eleven years old. My brother is twelve and he studies at No. 4 Middle School. Where does your father study?"
The boy opened his mouth, then closed it and lowered his head again.
Song Yun didn't ask any further. If he didn't want to say it, then forget it. Once they got familiar with each other, he would naturally say it when he wanted to.
After the female police officer completed the registration, Song Yun took Tang Yu out of the police station.
At this time, the chef of the state-owned restaurant had also gotten off work, so Song Yun simply drove home.
When they returned home, Bai Qingxia felt so distressed to see Song Yun bringing back a poor child that she quickly asked Ziyi to find some clothes.
Although Tang Yu was eleven years old, only one year younger than Song Ziyi, she was at least a head and a half shorter than Song Ziyi. This was why Song Yun initially thought that Tang Yu was only ten years old at most.
Judging from his clothes, he doesn't look like he comes from a poor family. His skin is fair and there are no calluses on his hands. However, he looks malnourished and refuses to talk about his family's situation. It's obvious that there is something going on.
Song Ziyi took Tang Yu to take a bath. He picked out the best set of clothes and shoes that were too small for him and gave it to Tang Yu. He also rubbed his back, which made Tang Yu blush.
"You are so lucky to have met my sister. My sister is so amazing. There is nothing she can't do." Song Ziyi looked proud.
Tang Yu's eyes were full of envy. He wished he had a sister like this. He wished he was Sister Yun's younger brother.
When Tang Yu came out of the shower, Song Yun had already cooked two bowls of noodles and fried four poached eggs. She gave two to Tang Yu, put one in a small bowl for Ziyi, and ate one herself.
Seeing this, Tang Yu hurriedly took out a fried egg from his own bowl and put it into Ziyi's bowl.
Ziyi laughed and took the food back. "Eat it yourself. Eat more. You're so skinny. I can lift you up with just one finger."
Tang Yu was too embarrassed to try to squeeze it out, but he muttered quietly, "You're lying. You're only one year older than me. How can you have so much strength?"
Ziyi is not only strong, but also has years of training. His hearing and eyesight are better than those of ordinary people. Although Tang Yu's muttering was low, he heard it clearly and said with a smile, "You don't believe it, right? Eat first, and then you will broaden your horizons."
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