"Hada, it's time for us to set off!"
Rachel glanced at the closed courtyard door of her home, then walked carefully to another courtyard, knocked on the door, and whispered.
The door opened quickly. Hada, wearing a gray cotton-padded jacket, stood at the door. He looked at Rachel and scratched his head and said, "Rachel, do you think it's okay for me to dress like this?"
"Yeah, okay." Rachel smiled and nodded, then put a straw hat on Hada's head, looked around, took Hada's hand and said, "Let's go, let's set off like this."
"But why do I need to wear this straw hat?" Hada followed out and pointed to the straw hat on his head with some confusion.
"This hat is of great use." Rachel said with a smile, but had no intention of telling Hada.
"Well." Hada didn't ask any more questions. Looking at his hand held by Rachel, the smile on his face became brighter, but he soon hesitated and said, "But when I see him later, I should say something. what?"
"Have you never thought about what to say when you see him?" Rachel asked, looking at Hada.
"No." Hada shook his head. "Once I was hit on the head with a wooden stick by those people. I forgot many things from my childhood. I even forgot what he looked like. I only remember Bazel."
Rachel squeezed Hada's hand with some distress, shook her head and said, "It's okay, I'll know what to say when I see you."
…
In front of the magic screen in the center of Aden Square, Angus looked at the missing person notice on the magic screen and was in a daze.
If he hadn't met Mag, he might never know what Baker would be like when he grew up, nor would he be able to post such a striking missing person notice in the most crowded place in the City of Chaos.
There are so many people in the City of Chaos, maybe Baker is here, or maybe in a certain town in the Los Empire.
He didn't know, but he still waited with hope.
He could survive twenty-five years, and he could also wait for a few days.
But in the past twenty-five years, he has never felt the same warmth and care as he did in these two days. Whether it was Ma Gui who was willing to help him after meeting by chance, or the city lord's mansion that provided him with food and accommodation, this was all in the past twenty-five years. Care he had never felt before.
"Let's go to Maimi's restaurant and have a look. I don't know if Baker will be found..." Angus walked towards Maimi's restaurant on crutches.
Not long after, a pair of young people came to the magic screen.
"Hada, look, does it look exactly like you?" Rachel pointed at the magic screen and whispered.
Hada, who was looking up, was completely stunned. The picture on the screen was almost exactly the same as him, and looking at the descriptions, his eyes gradually moistened.
Twenty-five years have passed and he has long forgotten what his father looked like, but he still remembers what he looked like when he was young.
"Let's go to that restaurant." Rachel held Hada's hand tightly and led him towards Maimi's restaurant.
Along the way, Hada remained silent.
…
When Mag came back from sending Amy to school, she happened to see Angus walking to the door. He stopped the car and said hello with a smile: "Angus, have you had breakfast?"
"Yes, I have already had breakfast at the aid station." Angus smiled and nodded, looking at Mag with a bit of expectation and nervousness in his eyes, "Boss Mag, is there any news about Baker...?"
"So he is the old man? How pitiful. He has been looking for his child for so many years. How much suffering he must have suffered."
"I traveled all over the Los Empire on one pair of legs. I guess I can only persevere with my father's love."
"Damn human traffickers, they should all be arrested and thrown into Basti Prison for life!"
The guests in line looked at Angus talking to Mag with both pity and indignation.
Not far away, Hada, who was wearing a hat, looked at the stooped old man with his body trembling slightly, and those lost memories flashed through his mind like fragments.
It was a tall, middle-aged man with a rich appearance, who gradually overlapped with the old man not far away who had gray hair, a stooped figure, and wore tattered clothes like a beggar.
"Father……"
A hoarse voice came out of Hada's throat, and his straw hat was blown away by a gust of wind, revealing his face.
Angus was shocked, his pupils dilated, he turned around tremblingly, and looked at the young man standing not far away, dumbfounded for a moment.
Mag, who was thinking about how to comfort Angus, also raised his eyes when he heard the sound. His eyes lit up when he saw the man standing not far away. The man looked almost exactly like the one drawn by the system. The mole on the left eyebrow Extraordinarily clear.
"It's the man in the painting!"
"It's him! It's him! It's him! Exactly the same!"
"Oh my God! Is this the reunion of father and son?"
The guests in line were in an uproar, looking at this scene in disbelief.
"My son!" Angus seemed to suddenly come to his senses and walked quickly towards Hada tremblingly.
Hada also limped forward and hugged Angus tightly.
"My son...my son..." Angus hugged Hada and just kept mumbling the same sentence over and over again, tears streaming down his face.
And Hada, holding Angus, who was already nearly a head shorter than him, was also bursting with tears.
The tall father in his memory suddenly became so weak. He seemed to have no trace of flesh on his body. He was like a handful of bones that could fall apart at any time in his arms, which made him feel a little distressed and a little self-blame. .
It turned out that he had been looking for him. In the past twenty-five years, he had suffered as much as him on the road, but he had always resented him.
The guests gradually quieted down, looking at Hada's lame right leg and two broken left hands with pity.
The ending of the matter seems to be happy, but the child who was abducted by the traffickers must have endured unimaginable torture and pain. I don’t know how he survived these years, but he found his father, who was disabled. How should he face his future life?
"Your hands...your feet..." Angus also quickly noticed Hada's hands and feet, gently stroking the scars that had been smoothed over by time, and choked with self-blame: "They are all mine. Wrong, it's all my fault. If I had taken a good look at you, you wouldn't have been stolen by them. Your hands and feet...it's all my fault, it's all my fault..."
"No, father, it's not your fault." Hada grabbed Angus' hand that hit him in the face, shook his head and said, "It's the fault of those traffickers, they are the hateful people, and I can still be normal now. You don’t have to blame yourself if you live a good life.”
Angus looked at Hada. Although the cotton clothes were half old, they were washed very clean. Although his right leg was lame, his figure was still tall and strong. His arms were more than twice as thick as ordinary people, and could even make people His disability was ignored.
"Hello, I am a guest at Maimi's restaurant. I am very sorry for your experience. This is a little bit of my thoughts. I hope you can live a better life." In the queue of guests, Constantine walked up to the two of them. In front of him, a depository check from Buffett Bank was handed over with both hands.
Hada looked at Constantine gratefully, but shook his head and said: "Thank you for your kindness, but my father, I will support him well. I have hands and feet, and I can support him on my own."
