On the other side, in the capital of northern Myanmar, in a B&B hotel.
Zhou Yi took a long puff of cigarette: "No, it's been almost a month and there's no news at all. I have to go take a look."
When we were separated from Jiang Wu in the hotel, we agreed to wait for news from her.
During this period of time, he arranged police forces, mobilized military forces, and has been waiting.
But there was no news so far, and he couldn't wait any longer.
Jiang Qingyue was worried about his daughter, and his heart was burning even more after listening to Zhou Yi's words.
But he was more afraid of an accident that would affect Little Xingxing and the fourth child.
More than ten days ago, his agent told him that Jiang Dongjin came here to film a movie and was picked up by a trafficker at the airport.
Some others were also picked up and trafficked.
Human traffickers, fraud, and trafficking have become so rampant.
The police and military have also mobilized vigorously and have already found some clues.
But now, he and Nan Zhifeng watch Little Star's live broadcast every day, and they dare not act rashly.
"Zhou Yi, I think you should wait a little longer. Wu Wu has brought the candy to Little Xingxing. Everything should go well with her."
They saw the candies brought by Jiang Wu in Little Star's live broadcast room.
Zhou Yi pursed his lips, not daring to make a rash decision again.
They came to save Little Xingxing. Jiang Qingyue was Little Xingxing’s father, and he had the most say.
"Dong dong dong." Someone knocked on the door.
Zhou Yi pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
Jiang Qingyue stepped forward, opened the door, and was stunned: "Zhifeng, why are you here?"
Nan Zhifeng was wearing a black sunshine blouse and a high ponytail. He looked like an ordinary Chinese tourist.
She was tired and worn out, but she was full of energy and her whole body was filled with the strong and tenacious strength of her mother.
"I'm not worried. I want to rush to Little Xingxing as soon as possible."
Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but hold the person in his arms.
Nan Zhifeng's whole body was tense. Although Xiao Xingxing was her and his biological flesh and blood, they were still very strange to each other.
However, in this situation, she couldn't bear to push Jiang Qingyue away, so she let him hold her for a while.
Jiang Qingyue realized that her condition was not that bad, so he let go of her and asked, "Are you tired? Have you eaten?"
"I ate it on the plane." Nan Zhifeng cheered up now.
She knew that she had to take care of herself first before she could save her daughter well. She handled these things very well.
Looking at Zhou Yi's look, she knew he was taking action.
Then he asked: "What are you going to do?"
"I..." As soon as Zhou Yi spoke, the phone in his pocket rang.
He immediately took out his mobile phone, and two WeChat messages were sent to him. The title of the WeChat message was "Fortune Telling is Accurate".
"Wuwufa is here."
Jiang Qingyue and Nan Zhifeng came over.
Zhou Yi zoomed in on the map: "This is the factory where Jiang Wu and the others are located, and this is the farm."
Jiang Qingyue: "I'm going to the farm."
Nan Zhifeng: "I'll go too."
Zhou Yi: "I'll send someone to follow you. I'll go to the factory."
Two hours later, Nan Zhifeng, Jiang Qingyue, and one of Zhou Yi's subordinates, Cheng Zhuo, pretended to be hiking tourists.
Carrying mountaineering bags, they walked through the wilderness and came outside the farm.
The early morning sunshine fills the barren but quiet farm.
Nan Zhifeng and Jiang Qingyue walked around the mountains and entered the farm, where they saw a small garden.
It has been more than a month since the seeds were sown. In the summer in the tropics, plants grow very fast. The flower seedlings are green and shiny, and some of the fast-growing plants have already sprouted flowers.
In the small garden surrounded by a fence next to it, there are respectively raised chicks, little yellow ducks, little piglets and little rabbits that were just bought by Little Xingxing.
It's just a small zoo.
In the fence where the ducklings are raised, there is also a small natural pond with several ducklings swimming in it.
The whole farm is full of life and the picture is beautiful.
This is exactly what Nan Zhifeng saw in his daughter's live broadcast room.
Her tears were like broken beads, falling straight down.
Afraid of crying, she covered her mouth with both hands.
Jiang Qingyue was also in tears. He quickly collected his emotions and patted Nan Zhifeng on the back to comfort her.
I saw a five-year-old girl pushing a stroller about her height towards the small garden.
When the little girl looked up, she saw the two of them and froze in place.
The mobile phone that was about to start the live broadcast also fell to the ground with a "pop".
Why is her mother here?
Is this her mother?
Then, her eyes turned to her uncle next to her mother.
My uncle was wearing a pair of blue floral pants and a white T-shirt, and his mother was wearing a couple's outfit.
But this uncle looks so kind.
Moreover, she looks similar to the uncle and father who were at her sister's place a few days ago.
While Nan Xingchen was sizing up Jiang Qingyue, Jiang Qingyue was also sizing up her.
The little girl was wearing a straw hat, and her face was so dark that she could only see a pair of big black eyes and a straight little nose.
He was looking at him curiously, surprised and kindly.
Jiang Qingyue's first instinct was that this was his biological daughter.
This is the intuition rooted in blood. Even if the father and daughter have never met, they will have this familiar feeling of intimacy when they see each other for the first time.
Nan Xingchen feels the same way, but she doesn't know what it is yet.
Nan Zhifeng suppressed his cries and stepped forward to rush over.
Jiang Qingyue held her shoulders and motioned her to stay where she was and not to move rashly.
They don't know the situation on the farm, and they don't know if someone is watching secretly. If they go out rashly, they are very likely to be attacked.
Moreover, she looks very similar to Little Xingxing. When others look at her, they will realize that they are here to save people.
Nan Zhifeng nodded and pulled the sunglasses and headscarf on his face to cover himself more tightly.
Jiang Qingyue took off his sunglasses and walked over openly.
"Hi!" He greeted Little Star with a smile.
But his voice was choked and vibrating.
This was the first word he said to his daughter.
"Hi!" Little Xingxing was also very excited, and she couldn't help but want to rush to her mother.
But reason told her that at this time, she could not be impulsive or chaotic.
Jiang Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief and his expression became more natural. He approached the little girl as he said, "We are tourists here for hiking."
"We are lost and have run out of water. Can your family give us some water?"
"Tap water will do, too."
"Oh, okay." Little Xingxing was now sure that her mother was here and she was very cooperative.
"Is there anyone at home? I'll ask my companion to get some water."
"Yes, my father, mother, and brother are all at home. The water is there." Little Xingxing turned her head and pointed to the tap water outside the house.
Jiang Qingyue waved to Cheng Zhuo, who entered the farm from another intersection.
Cheng Zhuo raised his glasses and walked over.
A man pushing a wheelchair came out of the house and saw a stranger. He asked Xiaoxing warily: "Xiao Wu, who is it?"
"Tourists, there is no water. Come and ask for water."
Cheng Zhuo had already walked over and said enthusiastically: "Brother, I got some water and went hiking. I got lost and ran out of water."
The middle-aged man is the one who pretends to be Little Star’s father and is injured at work.
He is indeed a disabled person, but he is very alert and full of aggression.
"After picking up, leave immediately. This is private property. It is illegal for you to come in like this."
"Yes, yes, thank you, brother." Cheng Zhuo hurriedly went to get the water.
Little Xingxing was far away from them.
Jiang Qingyue slowly squatted down in front of her and looked at the seven-month-old child in the stroller, who was eating his fingers and looking at him curiously with his bright black eyes.
Jiang Qingyue lowered her voice: "Little Xingxing, have you seen your mother?"
Little Xingxing lowered her head, letting her straw hat cover her well, nodded vigorously, and whispered: "I saw it."
Her voice was low and weeping.
"Slowly go over there and go to mom."
