There is no way.
Even if the clothes were not expensive, Qianye would not just throw them away and leave them alone.
On the way back to the mall, he was no longer in the same mood as when he was wandering around before, his eyes were full of tiredness and boredom...
syThe group of performing guys have dispersed.
Only a few little girls remained in place, taking pictures with the endless stream of people who were attracted.
Fortunately.
The clothes packaging bag was indeed placed in the corner of the chair. After thinking about it for a while, Qianye remembered that she had indeed put it there at the time, and then forgot about it...
"Before a person gets rusty, his brain starts to lose its clarity."
After getting the clothes back, Qianye had no intention of walking back.
He felt that he still had some strength and could afford to take a taxi or something.
"That man is not a human trafficker. I pulled you for no reason and said he was your father, begging them to save you!"
There was a pause.
The contact name of "Dad" on the cell phone really doesn't have much evidence.
Finished.
"Look at it, you just say that boy is definitely lying. You are not rebellious at that age, running around and talking back to your father. You are a prodigal son. Look at the situation now. If you want to buy something in the street, you are I bought it just because I was so happy that I said you are my mother..."
"Stop talking like that. Daddy really feels sorry for him when he looks like that. Before we go home, daddy will make him some bad food..."
The boy who was called Dayu was held by a middle-aged woman who was dressed simply and had no muddy stains on her trousers.
Including this group of so-called relatives, women who have not yet claimed to be the father, we can only agree with this.
The woman groped outside her pocket again and found something.
However, the woman just shook her head and explained, "I'm sorry, but you really can let me go. Every time your man gets sick, he will do anything."
Called the police phone number...
...
"You said, the kidnapping tactics of human traffickers are too advanced now. They just rush out and say that the person is his son. That kind of trick is used to deceive people."
"You know me! These are all fake. You know where I come from, but you care about love. If you have any of the diseases I mentioned, please make sure they doubt you!"
Anger that cannot be seen directly.
Did people keep talking about calling the police as soon as it was over?
"Dayu, please go home with his dad! Look at what he's doing there. He has to be obedient no matter what."
It seems that you also know who is right and who is accurate, but you just couldn't bear to see a boy crying, so you reminded him maliciously.
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"You are really your son. Two years later, I got a fever. Then I had some problems when I went out. Then I was always on good terms with you. I wanted to come to the mall to sing." The woman pointed at her head as she spoke. Position, "If I fail you, you will refuse to come."
And that's when.
"Let him go first. It doesn't matter whether you are his son or not. If you hold him like that, your hands will be messed up."
What is the difference between the medical records and those outside the regular hospital? Are there any signs of forgery? The ID photo with the big words below is also unclear, including the description of the symptoms and the time of diagnosis.
The panic on Dayu's face spread all over his face. You kept asking those around you for help, but not many people were willing to stand up and speak directly.
"Just a phone call, what can it prove..." Big Dad wanted to say something else to explain, but when Dayu took out his ringing phone in confusion, I saw the caller's note. Leave a separate word.
"What do they mean by that? One said he was his son, and the other said they just knew each other. Who is telling the truth?"
Several people exchanged greetings.
As times change, the texture of the photos also becomes muddier and muddier as Dayu gets older, making it very unrealistic.
It's just that maybe it's because he looks more gentle. Even when he gets angry, he doesn't have much ruthlessness. On the contrary, he doesn't really look like a man who is angry with his father.
A commotion penetrated Qianye's ears, causing him to look towards the source of the sound.
"Yeah, he's dressed weirdly..."
Look at the photo content.
"..."
The brain is in a state of relaxation, thinking about almost nothing.
"But before the song was finished, you were willing to go home and said that I knew you. This kind of thing happens once or twice in love..."
Watched a few situations.
Suddenly, few people rushed into the crowd, neither women nor men. Our eyes lit up when we saw the woman grabbing Dayu's arm.
Standing on the roadside, staring at the people coming and going in a daze.
"Hey, let's not talk about it. There is really no possibility of that. Don't look down on today's children. We may know everything. It is definitely not a plan of human traffickers to let an older child who looks insecure borrow a phone. , and then take the opportunity to change the content on other people’s phones.”
Although the age groups are not connected very smoothly, and some of them may have been taken a few years ago, the smiling girl in the photo is indeed very similar to the current Dayu.
At present, everyone is bad-mouthing who is the other, so we can only mediate the conflict between the two parties, want to lower the quarrel, and stabilize the mood before talking about that matter.
Everyone nearby turned their heads to watch.
However.
Some people have no objections, and of course no one dares to raise objections...
Xiaoyu stood silent in the crowd.
When Xiaoyu moved over, Kanai formed a circle, and I could only stand in the seventh row and pass by to observe.
The aroma of sesame cakes sold by street vendors filled my nose, and three or five people lined up in front of the ice cream stall, chatting about the latest interesting gossip...
Looking at it that way, it seems that the woman is indeed Da Yu's father who is at fault.
Either he is really ill and has forgotten his father as the woman said, or he is indeed a victim. You know all the people who appear behind you...
"Who was singing on the stage just now?"
I’m sure the remark about “baby boy” is not convincing.
However, before I smiled slightly bitterly, I took out my mobile phone in front of Xiaojia's eyes, opened the screen and dialed a phone number...
"But, but..."
"It's really two years later..."
The woman pretending to be a father has a bad look on her face.
"It's very unusual. Nowadays, older children are like that. When they were older, they did not control themselves. As they grow up, they become more and more obedient. Whenever they move, they will tell them that they want to sever the relationship between father and son.
Running away from home is nothing like you..."
You seemed to have remembered something and added: "You know! No big kid will lend you a cell phone to call you later, saying that I have found my mother... Look at this time! It must be me. Your mobile phone contacts have been changed!"
Furthermore......
It was as if a father and a man who were in trouble were acting out a little quarrel on the street.
The crowd gathered to watch was getting smaller and smaller.
Is there any concealment in it?
"Yes, and as for the illness...do you remember what the online expert said, if you don't have any illness, you will be remembered as an outsider."
"So and that..."
"Well, the medical record you went to the hospital to get yesterday is different from that..."
None of the little ladies who were carrying the dishes could hold back their persuasion.
I also don’t know whether it was because of the appearance of the medical record sheet, or whether it was because of the following sentence that the boy may hurt others when he gets sick.
"Take it home slowly. Don't hurt others again. Next time you get sick, you will go crazy and bite other people's ears. You are scared just thinking about it now..."
"The correct thing to do is not to ask the boy to call the police. Call the police to take a look. You just stay outside and tell none of us to leave, waiting for the police to deal with it."
"..."
Just when public opinion ends to deviate in the direction of women.
After swiping for a moment, I handed the phone over.
The note on the phone call was a complicated seven words - baby boy.
There are few photos, but there are many.
After all, it is difficult for an upright official to interrupt household affairs, let alone just watch the silence.
The appearance of a group of relatives.
"To judge a person's character based on what he wears, that is the most superficial behavior..."
Despair is approaching...
The evil little mother who brought the food stopped talking.
There are only two possibilities in that situation.
It's a little far away from the shopping mall.
"Xiaojia, you know that person! I came down and said he was your father. Have you ever seen me?"
It seems that Big Daddy's appearance has had a bad influence on me.
You seem to know why your phone notes turned out like that.
The two people's reactions seemed to be staged, which made Xiaoyu think a little and wanted to see what was going on.
"That's right! You don't have your medical record outside. I forgot about it just now. They can't look at it."
When he heard that no one spoke for him, a bright light flashed out of Dayu's eyes, and he nodded crazily as if he had found a life-saving straw: "Yes! You know me at all. You just came back from performing in the shopping mall here. Prepare to I suddenly grabbed you when you came home!"
"It's really pointless to change your contact person..."
At the bus stop, several cars stopped from time to time, and students who had finished school and were carrying schoolbags walked down from it.
A young woman who looked quite mean-spirited came out and said.
Look around.
The crowd's discussion continued.
"Today's human traffickers have very few methods. Regardless of the evidence we have produced and the response, everything may have been rehearsed."
"Oh, you said that if that boy were obedient and dressed so strangely, it would be strange for him to do something like that."
"Little brother, what do you think about it? He can't let go of his hands first, and the big girl's hands will be red from pinching them. There's nothing he can't say in a bad way..."
"Brother, why did he come outside?"
Moreover, there are not many photos of Dayu at his current age...
About ten seconds ago, he took out a medical record form from his pocket, spread it out and displayed it behind Xiaojia.
It is to stand in a neutral attitude.
Because of the angle, Song Wan can also see these things under the mobile phone
Photo content…
Dayu couldn't hold back his tears.
The middle-aged woman who held Da Yu sighed again, and clicked out of the photo software under the mobile phone screen.
But the photos haven't appeared yet, and they are of all ages, which really makes people gravitate towards women.
dad.
To this.
"Those are the photos of your son. You have always kept them, from when you were a child to when you were a child. They look at them and love them. What you said is true."
"Yes, I am really your father!"
Even if some people don't think they love traffickers, they are afraid of getting into trouble, so they don't want to see if they talk.
The doubtful suggestions given by boys are the worst. In situations where they can completely judge, special people can call the police after watching sex.
"You are obedient, but because of this illness, I will forget about you..."
I was holding the packaging bag of my clothes in my left hand, like a simple theatergoer, speaking as I said.
Turn on hands-free.
Say it.
A boy outside the crowd who had been watching for a long time finally held back and spoke.
Everyone around them nodded in thought.
The boy's appearance is like a life-saving straw for Dayu.
The woman also sighed and told the cause and effect.
The endless discussions made Da Yu dumbfounded.
"Xiaoyu, don't be angry with daddy. Dad knows whether you are wrong or bad. Go home slowly and you'll be safe inside."
Xiaoyu has experienced so many horror scenes that he can tell that Dayu's fear is not fake.
"Besides, they kidnapped such a small person. Did they think badly when choosing their target?"
Look intently.
"Why does he know your name? If you let go of your hand again, you're going to call the police!"
"Tell me, if you look at the big boy running around obediently, you don't see that kind of thing very often. Besides, just by looking at the boy's clothes, you can tell how obedient he is."
Anyway, after just saying that reminder, you silently walked back out of the crowd, just watching as a spectator before expressing your opinion.
"It must be true, right?"
As evidence emerges bit by bit, the direction of some people's opinions continues to change.
When no one spoke for you, you nodded desperately and replied: "Yes, you need to call the police...!"
The mobile phone was handed to one of the people.
No one thinks that the father is real. From the fact that the boy is wearing S clothes, it is concluded that he is a good boy. If there is a quarrel over something, that situation will happen.
"The same thing will happen next time. Then you accidentally injured someone and almost bit off their ear. For this reason, you took someone outside the hospital for stitches..."
If he continued to find excuses to stop calling the police, he would only be asking for it. After all, he was indeed the father of the boy.
"Dayu, you are..."
It's just that I haven't seen it enough times, so I couldn't recognize it for a while...
So under Xiaojia's gaze, the boy seized the last opportunity.
"..."
"Dayu, you refused when he wanted to come over to sing. Dad really knows that he was wrong. He should just go home with dad..."
Dayu was very angry.
"It's not interesting to look bad..."
"Brother-in-law, is Dayu sick again?"
If those people were really well-rehearsed traffickers, the police would be able to catch them if they came.
I was carrying some baby supplies in my hand, like a big daddy buying things for his baby.
And in this boring wait.
"But when I got home, I thought of you again..."
now.
No one thinks the father is pretending
Yes, it may be the so-called excuse used by the traffickers in order to abduct people.
Your wrist has not yet been pulled red by the woman at this time, but no matter how hard you struggle, you can still break free from the woman's pull due to the huge difference in strength.
Crowds gathered around to watch the silence.
Not yet...
"Is that your father?"
Eighty two seconds ago.
