"!!You're kidnapping my child! You're kidnapping my child!!!"
The pregnant woman suddenly realized what was happening and shouted, "Mom! Mom! Someone's stealing Gou Dan!!"
Wang Lan could no longer hold back and almost cried out, "..."
"That's my Lele! My son Lele!!!"
Her child's name is Shi Lele, not "Gou Dan" (meaning "dog egg")!!
A flicker of surprise crossed the pregnant woman's face, but quickly a secret joy rose in her eyes:
"He's Gou Dan! My husband spent ten thousand yuan to buy his son! You're not taking him away!"
A commotion came from the inner room. Officer Zhang grabbed Wang Lan and ran towards the village entrance. The policeman in front, who was carrying Lele, was the most experienced and had already run all the way up the mountain road to the middle of the mountain.
"They're trying to kidnap the child!!"
"Someone's trying to kidnap my child!!"
"The police have come to take the child from Wang Fugui's house!"
"Put the child down!!"
Officer Zhang was right. Soon after, a group of villagers armed with pitchforks and shovels rushed out of the village and charged forward almost irrationally. Fortunately, the volunteers came to their rescue in time, and the group got into their car and drove away, thus averting a conflict.
"I want to go home! I want to go home!!! I want my mom!!"
As the village receded into the distance, the little boy in the policeman's arms began to struggle violently, crying and demanding to get out of the car. Wang Lan could no longer hold back and hugged the child tightly.
"Lele, Lele, Lele, it's Mommy. Look at me, I am Mommy! Look at me, look at me! Do you remember the big windmill Mommy bought you? Your favorite Thomas the Tank Engine? And the little quilt your grandma sewed for you?"
The little boy suddenly stopped, clearly still remembering those vague fragments of memory.
In his dreams at night, he would see an aunt whose face he couldn't see smiling at him, and many strangers he had never seen before would also smile at him.
“My Lele, Mommy has finally found you… I’m so sorry, so sorry, so sorry…”
Wang Lan could no longer hold back and burst into tears like a child, as if she wanted to pour out all the longing she had felt over the years.
The passengers fell silent. No one wanted to disturb the mother and child. Some people kept blinking, trying hard not to let their tears fall.
Wang Lan is incredibly lucky, but how many parents like her are there in China?
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