"What?"
Lan Yinuo choked.
The reaction is even more anger.
"You're really fucking stupid!
You are living well, why are you looking for death?
We have known each other for so many years, tell me what you have to say.
How can I not help you?"
Cheng Ming was forced to look up.
"Thanks."
He thanked Song Jinshu.
Ignore the iron clamp on your chest.
He moved the corners of his lips and said to Lan Yinuo, "I'm sorry.
But Brother Lan, no need."
Lan Yinuo didn't listen.
Cheng Ming was very persistent.
"I'm just, a little tired."
After he finished speaking, he went to pick up the messy stationery, homework,
Lan Yinuo was angry and anxious, but there was nothing she could do, so she could only squat down and help him pick it up.
He stuffed everything into the red bag.
“Tear—”
There was a leak underneath the red bag.
Lan Yinuo turned it over and saw that someone had cut a hole at the bottom of the bag with a blade, but it was not completely cut open.
Waiting for this movement.
"Grass!"
He cursed angrily.
I was just about to say something.
Cheng Ming stared blankly at the opening of the bag and smiled with a pale face.
He didn't even pick up things.
He turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the school.
Lan Yinuo couldn't stop him.
"Sister Jinshu!"
Lan Yinuo realized something and turned pale with fright.
He yelled in panic.
Song Jinshu chuckled and threw his phone to him:
"Yino, turn on the live broadcast on your phone and record the screen.
Let him die.
This way, his parents can see how he died in the future.
When we commit suicide together, we will hesitate less."
"Jin, Sister Jinshu?"
Lan Yinuo was shocked.
Song Jinshu stared at him, but did not allow any doubt.
"Why don't you go now?"
Lan Yinuo trembled, but relying entirely on her trust in Song Jinshu, she pressed the live broadcast button.
[Fuck! Didn't the master say that he would go to school today? Why is the show starting now?]
[Looks like we're still on the main road. What's going on?]
Fans who clicked on special attention will pop up.
The haters also started to criticize professionally.
[What's the big deal? A capitalist daughter doesn't really need to learn to be a social slave. She's obviously skipping classes.]
[Come, show me what script you wrote today?]
Song Jinshu didn't even look at it.
After she finished speaking, she stared at Cheng Ming.
Cheng Ming paused for a moment and gave a clean and gentle smile.
Thank her a second time.
“I know you want to persuade me.
But it’s really not necessary.”
He pursed his lips, turned his head back and continued walking.
"They don't love me, they won't die for me."
Song Jinshu was not in a hurry and spoke lightly.
"The parents you're talking about certainly wouldn't, but your biological parents would!"
Cheng Ming finally stopped completely.
"You, what do you mean?"
He seemed to be unable to believe it, yet also looking forward to it.
Song Jinshu had already turned his head and looked at the live broadcast window.
He spoke each word with emphasis.
"Cheng Ming, male, seventeen years and five months old.
He was born in a small waterside town in the south. When he was two years old, he was playing at the door when he was taken away by an acquaintance.
After being moved to many places, he was sold to the sea market.
Physical characteristics…”
Song Jinshu paused here and looked at Cheng Ming encouragingly.
"You come alone?"
Cheng Ming was still a little hesitant.
Song Jinshu had already added, "Judging from your face, your kinship line has neither been severed nor increased since you went missing.
This means they have been looking for you.
And she had no other children.”
Cheng Ming made up his mind and finally stepped forward, allowing netizens to see his face clearly.
And added: "I have a red mole on my left arm, it's very special."
But he didn't say how special it was.
No arms were lifted to show.
Song Jinshu decided not to press him. After he finished speaking, he returned to the camera and said, "Dear netizens, do you remember when we worked together to find the human traffickers?"
Remember, remember!
Netizens were excited and swiping their screens, ready to try.
The black fans couldn't find a chance to say anything and could only stop for the time being.
Song Jinshu smiled.
"Okay, this time, we'll follow the information we just gave and the method we used last time to search for clues online and contact Cheng Ming's biological parents.
Rescue one more child!"
Netizens were excited and immediately opened their browsers to search without saying a word.
They are all old netizens.
Finding information online is even faster than recalling real-life clues.
[Report, I found someone with the same information! Sharing the news now, the person I'm looking for is Huang Fujun...]
[Report, I have contacted the volunteer who helped send the message! ]
[Report! I'm close, I've successfully reunited with the volunteers, and I'm almost at Huang Fujun's house!!!]
However, in just half an hour, a complete clue for finding relatives was placed in front of Song Jinshu.
Song Jinshu saw the last message.
I immediately connected with the netizen [Mi Xiaodou] who rushed to the scene.
[Mi Xiaodou] is a little girl with a round face. After the microphone connection, she simply said a few words, then turned the screen of her mobile phone and turned the camera to Huang Fujun's house.
Huang Fujun's house is on the second floor of a small house at the northernmost end of the village. It occupies a large area but is very dilapidated.
Mi Xiaodou sighed when she saw this and said, "I already talked to the volunteers on the way here.
Huang Fujun and his wife were very capable when they were young.
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