Of course, he wouldn't be stupid enough to report Song Yun, otherwise he and his newly adopted daughter would be implicated.
There is also one most important reason. He doesn't think that his biological daughter will take out all the money. She must have a lot left in her hands, and it will all belong to him, her biological father.
Song Yun had no idea what Song Weiguo was thinking. She thanked Zhang Hongmei and hurried to the gas station. It was already half past one, and she didn't know what time it would be when she arrived at the outskirts of the city. She didn't dare to delay for even a minute.
She was lucky. As soon as she arrived at the bus station, there was a bus heading towards the suburbs. She finally arrived at Fengtai Station on the outskirts of the city at three o'clock. She then rented a donkey cart and rushed to the address given by Song Zhenzhen, Xiaba Village.
Song Zhenzhen didn't abandon Song Ziyi in Xiaba Village for no reason.
An aunt who specialized in cleaning public toilets at Beijing University was chatting with others and said that there was a family in their Xiaba Village who had five daughters and were almost going crazy wanting a son. Song Zhenzhen, who was born in 1912, happened to hear these gossips and didn't pay much attention to them at the time. Later, Song Hao and his wife entrusted Song Ziyi to her, and the first thought in her mind was to give Song Ziyi to the family who had five daughters.
She thought so and did so.
It was already 4:30 in the afternoon when Song Yun arrived at Xiaba Village. Afraid that she would not be able to find a car if she wanted to go back later, she gave the uncle driving the donkey cart one dollar and asked him to wait for her at the village entrance.
Seeing Song Yun's generosity, the uncle driving the donkey cart was naturally delighted to agree and said that he would wait for her.
After entering the village, Song Yun asked around and soon found Wang Daqiang's house.
Like the other families in the village, Wang Daqiang's family lived in a few adobe houses surrounded by a simple fenced yard. The yard was cluttered with debris. With her height, she could easily see everything inside. She spotted a boy squatting in the corner, his back to her, washing clothes in front of a wooden basin, a pile of unwashed laundry beside him. A stout woman and two teenage girls sat under the eaves, cracking melon seeds. They would occasionally glance at the boy washing clothes, constantly cursing, sometimes for washing too slowly, sometimes for not washing them cleanly. When she got angry, she would pick up stones and clods of dirt and throw them at him.
Song Yun's heart was pounding. She pushed open the half-closed fence door, ignored the fat woman's harsh shouts, and quickly walked over to the boy, calling out in a trembling voice, "Ziyi?"
Song Ziyi, who was silently crying, suddenly looked up and saw a strange yet familiar face. It was strange because he had never seen it before, and it was familiar because this face looked very similar to his mother's.
Song Yun was choked with sobs and couldn't speak. It was really Ziyi, her younger brother from her previous life whose life was frozen at the age of eight, with exactly the same face.
Song Yun was about to reveal her identity when someone suddenly pushed her shoulder. "Who are you? What are you doing in our house?"
The fat woman stared at Song Yun with a vigilant look on her face. Her bloated body blocked Song Ziyi's view, blocking the brother and sister's sight.
In this era of food and clothing shortages, it is really rare for a woman to gain so much weight.
Song Yun quickly composed herself, her gaze returning to its cold state. She pointed at the tied-up Ziyi and said, "This is my brother. I've been looking for him for a long time, and finally found him. How dare you kidnap and sell people? Do you know what human trafficking is?"
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