Li Taohua was waiting at home anxiously.
She was neither standing nor sitting, and was walking up and down the hall.
Li Cuihua was disturbed by her and felt uneasy, looking outside from time to time.
Time passed little by little, and an hour later, Zhou's mother finally came back.
Before she even entered the room, Li Taohua rushed out and grabbed her arm: "Does that child have a mole on his butt?"
In the corridor, Bu Tu said that Zhou's mother patted the back of Li Taohua's hand and said, "Let's talk inside."
Entered the house.
Without Li Taohua asking, Zhou's mother told her everything she had learned: "The child has a black mole on his buttocks and is seventeen years old.
When I went to inquire, I just happened to see him going out.
His face shape, eyes, mouth, and nose are exactly the same as yours.
He worked in a sugar factory. The kid was popular and had many friends. With the help of his friends' information, he was admitted to the sugar factory.
I heard from the people next door that the child overheard his parents' conversation and knew that he was not his biological brother.
The neighbor's child told him that he was also looking for his biological parents.
He wanted to ask his biological parents why they didn’t want him.”
When Li Taohua heard this, she burst into tears: "It's my little brother, it's my little brother, sister, I can't wait any longer, I want to go see him.
I want to tell him that he was not abandoned, he was stolen by human traffickers."
Li Cuihua also wanted to see the child immediately. What if she met him rashly and left a bad impression?
Li Cuihua regained her composure and patted the back of Li Taohua's hand: "Calm down. Once you calm down, we can continue this topic."
Li Taohua wanted to cry again. She had been looking for him for sixteen years, but it was not easy to find him. She didn't want to wait any longer: "Sister, I want to see him. I want to take him back."
Seeing that she was becoming more and more agitated, Li Cuihua slapped her in the face.
Li Taohua's crying stopped abruptly. She stared blankly at Li Cuihua, her face full of disbelief: "Sister, you hit me?"
Li Cuihua didn't think she was wrong. She looked at Li Taohua expressionlessly: "Are you not crying anymore? It seems that you have calmed down?
Do you think you are the only one who wants to see Xiaoyi?
Don't I want to see you?
Have you ever thought about how much inconvenience it would cause him if we met him rashly?
Anyway, we already know that he is in the staff quarters, so we can let Aunt Zhou contact the child first and get him to talk.
If he doesn’t mind, you can meet him as soon as possible.”
Chen Mengyao felt that this arrangement was the best: "I think this is very clever. If the child was bought, we can ask his adoptive parents for information about the traffickers.
If he was found and his adoptive parents raised him, he is a child, and you should be grateful to his adoptive parents."
Mother Zhou investigated the situation there clearly: "In my opinion, it should have been picked up.
Because his parents had three sons, not one, but two daughters, and he was the sixth child in the family."
Li Cuihua thought quickly: "I want to thank you."
Mother Zhou remembered something and continued, "I heard from his neighbors that when he first came here, he was ill and was even hospitalized.
I guess the traffickers thought he was seriously ill and didn't want to waste their money, so they threw him away."
These are all speculations. The truth can only be known by asking the child’s adoptive parents.
Chen Mengyao said, "How about asking Sister Zhou to meet his adoptive parents and see what they say?"
Zhou Shuirong, who was busy in the kitchen, heard this and immediately responded, "No need to wait until tomorrow. I'll go to his house after dinner."
Zhou's mother: "When I went there, no one was home and the door was locked. You can go back later."
Zhou Shuirong: "Tuo——"
After learning the news about the child, Li Taohua was both excited and scared. The child's adoptive parents were foreigners, and she was just an ordinary person.
Comparing the two families, the difference is obvious. I'm afraid the child won't recognize her.
Thinking of this, Li Taohua became sad again. She ate and cried at the same time, feeling very uncomfortable.
Others didn't know her psychological experience and just thought she was crying with excitement. Zhou Shuirong even advised her: "This is a personal matter, don't cry."
After dinner.
It was already dark.
After Zhou Shuirong sent Zhou's mother home, he went to the child's adoptive parents' home.
His adoptive father's surname is Wang, and his name is Wang Yuanbin. He is ten years old this year. He is a level six clamper in the machinery factory. He has a good salary and is a kind person.
The adoptive mother, Du Wanqing, was thirteen years old and was the director of the Women's Federation. She was very talkative, loved her daughter, and was good at mediating family conflicts.
She has six children, all of whom have jobs, and none of them is idle.
There is only one family like this in the family compound.
Zhou Shuirong grew up with the third son of the Wang family and they had a very close relationship. When she came to visit, she went directly to Wang Laosan.
"What, Lao Liu is not my parents' biological son? Impossible, I have never heard my parents mention this, it must be fake." Wang Laosan is a girl, 27 years old this year. Her husband's family lives not far away, and she goes back to her parents' home every day to visit.
Such a loud voice could even wash away people's roofs. When the people in the house heard it, they all looked at Du Wanqing.
"Mom, this is fake, right?"
Wang Laoliu doesn't look like anyone in the Wang family. Wang Laoda's wife was suspicious of this and asked Du Wanqing about it, but was scolded by Du Wanqing.
Since then, she has kept these doubts to herself.
Du Wanqing glanced at everyone and said calmly, "Whether we're close or not, is it really that important?
All you have to remember is that Lao Liu is from our Wang family."
Zhou Shuirong came out of the room and looked at Wang Laoliu who was sitting silently on the stool. They really looked alike. No need to guess, Wang Laoliu must be Li Taohua's son.
"Auntie, did you pick up your sixth child, or did you buy him from a human trafficker?"
Du Wanqing didn't answer, but looked at Zhou Shuirong: "Why are you asking this?"
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