Following Jiang Mingxi's directions, the car stopped directly in front of a villa.
Jiang Mingxi held the rag doll in her arms, walked with her short legs, and knocked on the door. "Mom! Mom! Mom, open the door for Xiaoxi! Xiaoxi is back!"
While shouting, he banged on the door with his little hands and turned back to smile at Awang, "Brother Awang, it's Xiaoxi Jiajia!"
Awang stuck out his tongue at him.
The director's mother rubbed Awang's head with amusement, then walked forward, bent down, picked up Jiang Mingxi, and pressed the doorbell next to her.
Soon the door opened, and a child in sportswear, about ten years old, stood at the door, looking outside in confusion, "Who are you looking for?"
Jiang Mingxi stared wide-eyed in the arms of the director's mother, staring at the person who opened the door, "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
The child who opened the door immediately showed anger on his face. "What nonsense are you talking about? Your home? This is my home. Are you sick?"
Finished.
He raised his hand to close the door.
Awang, who had previously stuck out his tongue at Jiang Mingxi, rushed over and pushed the door open when he saw that the other party was about to close it. The six-year-old Awang glared at the ten-year-old child who was much taller than him, "You are sick! Your whole family is sick!"
The child raised his hand to hit Awang.
There was a glint of excitement in Awang's eyes, and he rolled up his sleeves to fight.
Fighting is not allowed in the orphanage!
The director's mother immediately held Jiang Mingxi in one hand and held Awang in the other, then smiled gently and kindly at the child who opened the door and asked, "Little friend, is this your home?"
The child looked at the director's mother with a wary expression, "Of course it's my home!"
Jiang Mingxi immediately struggled in the arms of the director's mother, kicking his legs and waving his hands to hit the person opposite him, "This is my home! My home! My home! I don't know you, you are not! This is my home!"
"Xiaoxi, don't make a fuss." The dean quickly hugged Jiang Mingxi and held down his little arm.
But Jiang Mingxi was quick-witted and slapped the child opposite him on the head.
The child raised his hand to hit Jiang Mingxi.
Awang rushed forward headfirst.
The director's mother was so confused that she was about ten times as confused as she could be. Before she could even ask any questions, the situation had already become a mess.
Fortunately, the property security personnel arrived in time.
"What's going on!" Two property security guards shouted and strode forward.
Before the director's mother could say anything, the child who opened the door said, "Get rid of them! They're making a scene at my doorstep. They're sick!"
"This is Xiaoxi's house!" Awang said angrily, "You are the one who is sick."
The director's mother held Jiang Mingxi in her arms, held down Awang, and smiled at the property security personnel, "It's like this. We came from Chengdu. This child got lost some time ago, and we brought him here to find his family based on his memory..."
Jiang Mingxi pointed to the house next to him and said, "This is my home!"
The property security officer waved his hand impatiently, "What do you mean by 'your home'? You're mistaken. This is someone else's home! Hurry up and leave. This isn't your home."
Jiang Mingxi looked at the property security personnel in disbelief, then at the front door of his house.
There's no way I could have remembered it wrong!
This is his home!
He still waits here for his brother to get home from school. There is his little swing in the yard, his favorite osmanthus cake on the dining table, and even a little duck he drew with chalk on the door.
There is a father, a mother and a brother at home...
This is his home!
Jiang Mingxi burst into tears and struggled frantically in the dean's arms, "This is my home, this is my home!"
He struggled so violently that the dean accidentally lost his grip on him.
Jiang Mingxi slipped out of the dean's arms and rushed to the yard with his short legs, "My home! My home!"
Jiang Mingxi rushed in, and the child who opened the door kicked Jiang Mingxi and said, "Get out, this is not your home."
Awang kicked the child's leg and kicked directly into the thigh. The child bent down and hugged his crotch in pain. Jiang Mingxi rushed in during the gap.
"Mom! Mom! Hurry up and save Xiaoxi, it's Xiaoxi! Brother!"
Jiang Mingxi shouted at the top of his lungs.
This is his home!
His balance bike was parked in the yard, and he saw it all, including the small windmill that his brother had plugged into it.
The child who opened the door endured the pain and slapped Jiang Mingxi in the face, "Get out, you bastard, this is my home."
After slapping him, he yelled at the property security, "What are you standing there for? Get out!"
Two property security guards immediately stepped forward to capture Jiang Mingxi.
The director's mother hurried to carry Jiang Mingxi out to prevent him from being caught and hurt by others.
Jiang Mingxi kicked and hit himself, struggling to run back into the house, shouting hysterically, "Mom! Brother! Dad!"
But no matter how he shouted, no one came out to see him.
"Grandpa Wang! Uncle Xiao Liu!"
He called the housekeeper and the driver again.
Still no one agreed.
But Jiang Mingxi was hugged by the director's mother.
Why!
This is my home! This is my home!
"Get out! What poor bastard is coming to my house to commit fraud? Get out now!" The child who opened the door chased the man out.
Jiang Mingxi was furious. He took out the knife his mother had given him yesterday by the river and stabbed the man who chased him away. "Bad guy! This is my home! My home!"
The mother by the river said that you can’t cut your wrists with a knife, it will hurt.
He wants to cut it.
Cut someone else's.
Cut the bad guys.
Three-year-old Jiang Mingxi gathered all his strength and stabbed the dagger directly into the arm of the child who opened the door.
Blood gushed out.
The security guards were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
The child cried loudly in pain and yelled, "Close the door, drive them away, drive them away!"
Bang!
The gate of the villa was closed.
The security guard said to the director's mother with a gloomy face, "If you want to find the child's family, go look somewhere else. This is not his home. Leave now, or we will call the police. I have never seen anything like this. Not only did they commit fraud, but they also committed violence. At such a young age, they are so vicious and even want to kill people? Leave now!"
The director's mother quickly apologized to the security guard.
She also didn't expect that Jiang Mingxi had a knife on him.
Jiang Mingxi cried until her voice was hoarse, and waved towards the door, "My home, my home, I want to go home, I want to find my mother!"
However, no matter how much he cried, the director's mother would not help him knock on the door again.
The property management said clearly that the owner of the villa was not Jiang Mingxi's parents, and they had found the wrong person.
Maybe the three-year-old remembered it wrongly...
"I'm not mistaken! No! That's my home, I saw my car!"
On the way back, Jiang Mingxi was crying so hard that her whole body was shaking. She couldn't catch her breath and fainted with her whole body turning black and purple.
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