Chapter 82 Finding Wen Ran
Chapter 82
Yan Jue paused in his hurried steps. He stood on the gravel road leading to the grave, staring at Wen Xi quietly.
There were footsteps behind him, and a strange male voice came slowly into Yan Jue's ears.
“This child has had a hard life.”
Yan Jue turned around and saw an elderly man standing beside him with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at Wen Xi who was sleeping in front of him. His old voice revealed heartache and helplessness.
"Everyone in Yongning Town knows about their family's affairs. A good family was destroyed because of gambling debts. Xiao Li died in pain on her bed."
"The debt company knocked on my door. No one knew what happened that day. In the middle of the night, Xiaoxi knocked on my door with his sister in his arms, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to beg me to help him sell the house."
"No one in the town wanted to be involved in this mess. Most of the kids had their heads bruised and bleeding. I couldn't bear to watch it, so I gritted my teeth and agreed. Later, Xiaoxi came back to my house in the rain, holding the property certificate that the thugs hadn't found."
"His hands were rotten beyond recognition, with several nails curled and falling off, and his hands were covered in blood. It was raining heavily, with lightning and thunder. Blood and rain mixed all over his body, and his face was pale, like a dead person crawling out of a grave."
Yan Jue's breathing stagnated, and the tragic scene of Wen Xi's elbow and palm covered in blood and flesh emerged in his mind. His eyes also fell on Wen Xi's hand, but the boy had tucked his hand into his sleeve, so he couldn't see the situation.
"I later found out that in order to prevent the thugs from taking the property certificate, he actually hid the property certificate in Xiao Li's urn when no one was around. No one would dig up their own mother's grave with bare hands, open the urn and take out the property certificate. It is a heinous act here."
The old man sighed and said, "But in order to survive, Xiaoxi really has no other choice. Xiaoli's spirit in heaven must feel sorry for this child."
"Even if the house where someone died is the best in town, it can't be sold at a high price if we sell it in a hurry in a few days. The two orphans depend on this house to survive. We have scraped together 400,000 yuan in secret, which can be regarded as a final help to them."
"Xiaoxi took the money and left Yongning Town in the dark. He didn't say where he was going, but we all hoped that he would go far away and never come back."
"Later, the anti-gangster campaign arrested a man named Li. Later, they said that Wen Pi was also arrested. The gang was dispersed and disappeared. I was thinking about how to contact Xiaoxi and tell him about this. Now that his family is safe, he can come back to see his mother. A few days ago, I heard that the house was sold again. I don’t know who sold it. This morning, Xiaoxia, who sells flowers, told me that she saw Xiaoxi and that he lived in his house after returning. I didn’t believe it, so I went to see him. I didn’t expect that he really came back."
The old man's wrinkles, which were covered with years of hardships, were filled with sadness and heartache for the younger generation. He sighed inaudibly, then turned around and looked directly at the tall and silent man in front of him. He patted Yan Jue on the shoulder and said earnestly, "It's not easy for this child. He is not happy to come back. Don't let him down."
Yan Jue looked at the village chief's solemn expression and said in a low voice: "I will. Village chief, thank you for your hard work."
The village chief was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It should be."
He patted Yan Jue's shoulder heavily as if he was assigning some kind of responsibility, looked at Wen Xi deeply, then walked away slowly with his hands behind his back.
The village chief's hands were unexpectedly strong. After he left, Yan Jue's shoulder was still numb for a long time.
Birds flew by, chirping.
Yan Jue was like a precision instrument that had started working again. He finally moved. He walked in front of Wen Xi and knelt down on one knee.
The stone tombstone is engraved with "Tomb of Ms. Yan Yili". The photo affixed on it has begun to fade after being exposed to wind and rain. Even though the photo has turned yellow, one can still detect the same calm and tenacious nature of the mother and son from their 70% similar bone structure.
Most of Wen Xi's face was wrapped in his coat. He was holding a large bunch of white roses and fell asleep on the side closer to Yan Yili's photo. His cheeks were red from the pressure of the stone edges. Although there were traces of tears on his cheeks, this was the first time that Yan Jue saw the boy sleeping peacefully and calmly in so many days.
During last night's wonderful sex, both of them had the same idea.
Have a good sleep, and when you wake up the next day, everything will be going in the right direction.
Yan Jue reached out his hand towards Wen Xi, and his fingertips moved closer and closer to the boy's cheek, trying to touch the dried tears. Finally, he paused for a while and fell on the tombstone.
The tombstone was solid and cold, but the one Wenxi's face was leaning against was already filled with warm body temperature.
Yan Jue touched the warm tombstone with his fingertips, and unconsciously, it brushed lightly across the corner of Wen Xi's eyes. A huge wave rose in his heart, roaring and obliterating all the sounds in his ears.
How could he be so well-behaved and sensible? He was obviously very sad, his mind on the verge of collapse, but he could still maintain his natural compassion, kindness and incomparable purity, and considerately took the time to let him have a good night's sleep.
Yan Jue thought he could help Wen Xi sleep well, but the facts so far told him that he had failed.
Listening to the village chief's narration of that rainy night and seeing Wenxi leaning against his mother's tombstone for comfort, Yan Yu was horrified to realize that the torture Wenxi had endured in the past and present was more painful than anyone could have imagined.
In his sight, Wen Xi's sleeves were stained with fresh soil. Yan Jue's heart trembled. He looked around and saw a pile of messy weeds discarded next to the grave. He pushed aside his sleeves and
There was dried blood in the gaps between her fingernails, and on her index finger, which showed a little skin, there were deep red marks. Wen Xi hugged White Rose tightly, but her fingers were tightly curled up, and she used her sleeves to block them so as not to dirty the flowers she gave to Yan Yili.
Yan Jue stared at Wen Xi's quiet profile, his fingertips twitching and aching, and slight pain began to emerge from the gaps between his bones.
While pulling out these weeds, would Wen Xi think of the rainy night three years ago when he dug up his mother's grave?
The sun rose high, and the sunlight penetrated the high and dense forest.
Yan Jue held Wen Xi's wrist and gently separated him from Bai Cimei, but when he pinched Wen Xi's wrist and lifted it up, Wen Xi murmured with feeling.
Yan Jue paused, raised his eyes and met a pair of clear dark brown eyes with a somewhat dazed look.
Wen Xi remained leaning against the tombstone, staring blankly at Yan Jue who appeared in front of him. The man's eyelids were slightly closed, and his dark and deep eyes were filled with a mixture of complex emotions.
Yan Jue held his hand, and his hot body temperature wrapped around Wen Xi's hand, which was feeling the pain again. The man stuffed him into his warm embrace, stared at him intently, and whispered, "Why are you sleeping here by yourself, Wen Xi?"
Wen Xi moved her fingertips slightly, easily breaking free from Yan Jue's hand, then slid down along her heart and hugged Yan Jue's waist. She leaned forward and stuffed herself into Yan Jue's arms, pressing her red cheeks against the man's naked neck.
The cold cheeks were warmed up little by little by the real body temperature, and Wen Xi smelled the fragrance of the white rose between the two of them.
"How long have you been here?"
"Half past six."
"Did you sleep well last night?"
Yan Jue lowered his head and kissed the top of Wen Xi's head, saying in a low voice: "Very good."
"Yanjue, I dreamed about my mother. I slept very well." Wenxi rubbed his cheek, feeling the blood flowing and pulsating under his skin. He felt calmer than ever before. "Let me introduce you to my mother."
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"Mom, this is the feast, my love."
"He is a very good person. He helped me a lot. He helped me catch the loan shark, went to overseas competitions with me, and took care of... Ranran. He always accompanied me through the unbearable times."
"Our acquaintance was quite dramatic. I first saw him at the club where I worked... After that, we decided to date properly..."
"Only he and I can feel the real happiness, the feeling of living without shackles and burdens..."
“I like the banquet very much.”
"I hope you like him, too."
Wen Xi knelt on his knees in front of Yan Yili's tombstone and lit the fire paper. The flames shot up and his lips regained some color.
Yan Jue knelt beside him, adding fire paper, his brows were calm, and his tone was solemn: "Mom, I am very grateful that you brought Wenxi into this world and let me meet him."
"He is smart, courageous, resilient, kind and pure. He is a rare treasure... I just love him."
"...I swear I will find Ranran...make the evildoers pay the price they deserve, and let Wenxi live freely..."
Wen Xi clenched his fists unconsciously, and his fingertips felt a little sore when they touched his palms. He frowned, and the next second, his knuckles were gently and forcefully broken, and his ten fingers were interlocked.
Wen Xi turned to look at Yan Jue. The man put the last stack of fire paper into the basin. The flames illuminated his bottomless eyes, flashing a serious and solemn light.
"May your spirit in heaven bless us."
Wen Xi looked into Yan Yili's peaceful and bright eyes and whispered softly, "Mom, please bless us."
Birds suddenly flew away, and the forest was in an uproar.
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After paying tribute to Yan Yili, Wen Xi and Yan Jue left the cemetery. They revisited the place and strolled around Yongning Town.
On the way home, I passed by the old breakfast shop.
Wen Xi ordered a bowl of salty and spicy tofu pudding and crab meat steamed buns for Yan Jue. This was the breakfast he often had in middle school, and it still tasted the same.
Yan Jue was not used to the salty and spicy tofu pudding, but he still finished it all. He hoped to share Wen Xi's past experience.
After breakfast, Wenxi returned home. Before he even entered the house, his cell phone suddenly rang.
He reached into his coat pocket, took out his cell phone, turned it on, and saw the [SMS] column at the bottom of the screen marked with a striking red label.
He received two text messages. Wen Xi thought they were spam messages, so he clicked on them, only to find that they were not links but two photos.
[Unknown number]: [Picture]
[Unknown number]: [Picture]
Wen Xi frowned, clicked it to see clearly, and stopped immediately.
Yan Jue heard Wen Xi's increasingly rapid breathing. He paused and turned around to see Wen Xi staring at the phone screen with a pale face.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat, Yan Jue approached Wen Xi, lowered his head, and saw the two photos on the screen.
One is a bone marrow matching certificate, which shows that the bone marrow of sample No. 1 and sample No. 2 are not matched.
The second photo was of Wen Ran curled up on a wooden bed.
As if on cue, another message came from the strange number, this time it was text.
[Unknown number]: One for one.
In the photos sent by Wen Guoqing, although Wen Ran had lost a lot of weight, she was still dressed neatly and her exposed skin showed no signs of abuse.
Wen Xi breathed a sigh of relief after learning for sure that her sister was safe.
One for one, exchanging Wen Xi, who has a matching bone marrow, for Wen Ran, who has an incompatible bone marrow. This is a question that Wen Xi will get the answer to without even having to think about it.
Wen Guoqing seemed to know that he was looking at his phone. After Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, another message popped up on the screen.
[Unknown number]: I'll give you a minute to think about it.
Wen Xi called back almost immediately.
[Wenxi]: I promise you.
Wen Xi nervously stroked the smooth back panel of the phone, but the system showed that the other party's account was invalid.
[This account does not exist]
The bright red reminder was deeply engraved in Wenxi's eyes.
"How could it be?" Wen Xi raised his eyes and pursed his lips. Yan Jue frowned and said calmly, "There are wanted notices for him online now. All software related to his identity information has been marked in red. He uses a virtual number to conduct private transactions to avoid police surveillance."
Ah Quan quickly said, "It's impossible not to leave any traces. I will analyze the account's IP coordinates right away."
"No need," Wen Xi interrupted. He held the phone tightly and stared at the time on the phone's corner without blinking. "One minute countdown, he will call back soon."
Almost as soon as the words fell, the sharp and piercing ring of the telephone suddenly rang, breaking the silence in the garden.
This time Wen Guoqing called and returned a virtual number with another address.
The vibrating cell phone was like a time bomb of unknown power. Wen Xi held his breath and swiped the green button that kept beating like a countdown.
"Have you made up your mind, Wenxi? Do you want to make a deal with me?" A mechanical and hoarse electronic male voice came from the receiver. Wenxi clenched his fists, his joints were tense and white, and his voice was hoarse because of the tightness of his throat. "I want to make a deal with you."
Wen Guoqing laughed happily, but the sound was distorted by the low-quality voice changer, and it sounded like being licked by a sticky and wet tongue. "I know you are in Yongning Town."
Wen Xi suddenly felt cold all over, and the horror of being monitored surged into his heart. He suppressed the nausea in his throat, took a deep breath, and asked in a cold voice: "Where are you?"
Wen Guoqing was silent for a long time. The rustling sound of electricity reached Wen Xi's ears. He said, "Son, do you still remember our secret base?"
Wen Xi suddenly looked up and looked at the towering mountains not far away in disbelief.
No matter how much he planned, he never expected that Wen Guoqing was actually hiding in a small wooden house on Sanning Mountain in Yongning Town.
Wen Xi's fingertips holding the phone suddenly tensed up, and the whitened fingertips made the deep red blood between the nails look even more terrifying. "What time do you want?"
"Let's make the deal today, the sooner the better. After all, you've made me miserable and I'm wanted nationwide." Wen Guoqing's voice suddenly turned sinister, and he said, "You can bring someone up, even Yan Jue's bodyguards, but if I see the second person, I will stab Wen Ran to death immediately."
Wen Xi's back trembled, he gritted his teeth, and squeezed out words from his body one by one: "You are a lunatic——"
"Then I'll be driven crazy by you," Wen Guoqing retorted, sneering, "You must send me abroad safely and give me endless money, or I will take Ranran, my precious daughter, and jump off the cliff together."
"My dear son, you haven't attended a relative's funeral for a long time, right? How about attending two funerals at the same time? It would be perfect for the whole family of three to be together."
The rustling sound of the voice changer could not cover Wen Guoqing's gnashing of teeth. The electronic male voice was distorted and gritting his teeth: "What's the point of me dying alone? If I die, my whole family must die with me."
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