Chapter 703 Big Trouble
Jiang Xiaoxiao watched the tired Song Moting take off his clothes.
"Not dumplings and buns?"
Song Moting avoided looking into her eyes and answered in a low voice.
"No, I went there and found that the two children were trafficked! But they were not Tangyuan and Baozi. They have been sent to an orphanage, waiting for the police to find their parents."
Jiang Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, feeling confused.
Another fruitless search.
In the past few months, they have been repeating this feeling of hope and disappointment over and over again.
Open your eyes!
Jiang Xiaoxiao told herself firmly, no, the effort would not be in vain.
As long as she persists, she will find her precious son sooner or later.
I have persisted for three months, and if necessary, I can persist for another ten or twenty years.
It was unthinkable that she would give up the search for her child.
Over the past few months, she has tried to imagine what Tangyuan would like now.
What changes will occur during the growth process?
She even bought him toys he might like.
Will he be attracted to the ball and the toy truck?
When he plays with his toy car, does he imitate the rumble of the engine?
When he was three years old, he was already riding a tricycle.
She imagined he would pick up rocks and catch insects and put them in his pockets... She couldn't bring herself to catch insects, but rocks...she could do it with rocks.
That’s when she started collecting stones.
I hope my son will be happy to see these when he comes back.
After not finding him again for a few years, Jiang Xiaoxiao imagined that Tangyuan and Baozi were changing their teeth. The newly grown permanent teeth seemed too big compared to their tender little faces, but their baby fat had gradually faded away.
Little boys will start to like basketball and football, and maybe other hobbies.
When they were older, she thought, they would have a bicycle with gears - one step for each year.
Maybe they will become fascinated with computers in the future.
Jiang Xiaoxiao tightened her chin and glanced blankly at the night sky shrouded in darkness.
She couldn't allow herself to imagine that Tangyuan and Baozi were no longer alive. She imagined that they were living a normal and happy life. They might have been picked up, bought, or adopted by someone else, and that they loved them and took good care of them.
Anyway, that's just theory.
The most likely possibility is that they were sold to remote mountainous areas by human traffickers. I heard that many parents there wanted a boy.
They are both very popular sources.
These people don't care that the children they raise are stolen, that families are torn apart and that heartbroken parents are left weeping and grieving alone.
She tried hard to believe and convince herself, imagining that Tangyuan Baozi was playing somewhere, growing up healthily, and laughing happily.
The worst thing is not knowing for sure what happened to them now, but anything is better than thinking they are dead.
But what if - what if they're unlucky?
Will those bastards who traffic in people, kidnap children, and destroy other people's lives take the trouble to bury the little victims?
Or just throw them into a ditch somewhere and feed them...
No, Jiang Xiaoxiao can't think too much.
She couldn't let those horrifying fantasies take shape.
Otherwise she would lose control, and she couldn't lose control now.
Song Moting hugged her tightly. A pale and tired face was reflected in his eyes. There were deep dark circles under his dark eyes, and firm lines were carved on both sides of his mouth.
Tonight she looked older than her actual twenty-four years.
Under the fluorescent light, the messy hair looked pale.
The day Jiang Xiaoxiao learned that the children were missing, Fan Xiuying discovered that a strand of her hair had turned white.
That tuft of white hair is very conspicuous, reminding everyone how much Jiang Xiaoxiao understands the pain that parents go through when they lose their children.
She had only one goal: to find the child.
He quickly pressed her against the wall, his hands firmly on her waist.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was startled and looked up at his resolute face and narrowed wild eyes.
"Take good care of the children. I will find them! Bring them back. Don't do anything else. Just take care of yourself."
He gritted his teeth.
Jiang Xiaoxiao like this made him feel extremely distressed.
She leaned closer to him and felt herself suddenly falling asleep. She hadn't had a good rest for a long time.
Song Moting let her fall asleep and held her in his arms all night.
When I woke up in the morning he was gone.
She sat on the bed, staring at the empty bed beside her in confusion.
He left.
She knew he wasn't just going to the kitchen to serve breakfast or going out for exercise. She could feel that the house was empty, with no one else but her.
…………
Everyone who saw him felt like they were seeing a modern-day bandit, with the way he walked.
With light hands and feet and perfect balance, it feels like a throwback to a violent, wild era.
It is easy to imagine him with a sword on his back and a black cloth covering half of his face below his nose.
Song Moting walked calmly into the alleys that became increasingly narrow and dirty.
His right hand touched the dagger on his wrist, but he did not grab it, but just placed it lightly on it, as if declaring that he was going to do something at any time.
He turned into an alley smaller than all the others and stopped at a door.
The door was originally black, but now only some mottled paint chips were left.
Some holes in the door were covered with thick cardboard and fixed with nails.
He tapped gently on the rotten wooden frame and waited.
I heard the sound of fighting coming from inside the door. The door opened a little and a cloudy eye peeked out.
The owner of the eyes' unclear voice was full of warning.
"Who are you looking for?"
"deliver goods!"
His tone made the two words sound like a command.
"Come in!"
The woman answered cautiously.
Song Moting reached out and pushed the door open.
The woman screamed in protest and took a few steps back, but when she saw that he did not step into the house, she raised her eyes hesitantly and glared at him.
He said nothing, just waited quietly.
The light in the narrow room was very dim, but it was enough for Song Moting to see the anxious look on the woman's face as she looked at him.
Perhaps the presence of another man made her feel at ease, she murmured.
"Come in."
And signaled Song Moting to enter.
The house was filled with a sour smell.
Only a lamp without a lampshade was on in the corner. The woman looked to be in her forties. Her fat and greasy skin showed that although her residence was a garbage dump, she was not short of food.
Song Moting showed a few more bills in his hand and handed the money to the woman.
She looked at his outstretched hand nervously, and then snatched the money away as if she was afraid that he would go back on his word.
“Aren’t you delivering goods?”
The man sitting there looked up.
At the same time, four or five men appeared behind him, holding weapons in their hands, staring at Song Moting expressionlessly.
There was a look of relief on the woman's face.
"I'm here to look for someone, two children, three or four-year-old boys."
Song Moting took out the photo.
"You've come to the wrong place! There aren't many children here!"
The man replied angrily.
Spitting on the ground, Song Moting was not pleased with his behavior.
"I want an answer. Someone said they saw you with two boys."
Song Moting was not questioning, but confirming.
The man's face was full of resentment, and a string of swear words poured out so fast that Song Moting couldn't fully understand them, but he came to the conclusion that the man wanted to kill him.
The man in front of him felt threatened by Song Moting.
Several men rushed up.
The man's tirade ended, and everything ended.
Jin Dachuan clapped his hands and spoke.
"Two boys were sent to you three months ago."
"No! Really not!"
Men and women quibble.
They cannot admit that what they did was immoral and they would be sentenced if they were found out.
They can't admit it.
They have encountered this kind of thing many times.
The police can't do anything to them without evidence.
"Since there isn't any! Then you can go directly to the police station. Send them there. Here is the account book."
Song Moting flipped through a tattered notebook in his hand, which contained information about the child's price and age, as well as some miscellaneous things.
Jin Dachuan agreed.
"Xiaowu, come here."
Several strong men appeared.
Men and women were horrified.
"We said! We said, don't send us there."
Song Moting cast his eyes towards the person on the ground, "Don't let me talk nonsense."
The man's eyes moved back and forth between Song Moting and Jin Dachuan, as if he was considering who was the biggest threat.
They are like all bastards, with a strong survival instinct by nature. His eyes stopped on Song Moting.
He stared at him, too frightened to move because he knew a lot of the inside story.
He could have lied, but Song Moting could see that he was thinking about it, and could clearly read his thoughts from the changes in his facial expressions.
However, Song Moting remained as steady as a rock, waiting quietly. The man had no way of knowing what he knew and what he didn't know.
Either way, he must have figured he could see through the lies.
So he swallowed and whispered.
"The child was sold to a village in Mong Kok Hill."
“Where are both sold?”
While waiting for the answer, Song Moting couldn't help but hold his breath and dig his nails into the palms of his hands.
"There were five kids at the time,"
The man said, "They were transported across the mountain by car that day. The two children were the last ones to be brought in."
He glanced at Song Moting cautiously.
"They are both in trouble. The police are looking for them. We can't wait."
God knows they only found out later that they had taken on two big troubles.
(End of this chapter)
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