Quick Travel: How to be a heartthrob in every love show

My name is Song Yizi.

He is Jiangnan’s brother.

My name is Song Yizi.

I am a child of the Song family.

During the time I was in prison, I kept silently instilling these words in myself.

"Zhang Jinbao, why are you still standing there like an idiot?"

Who is it, who is calling me.

I am not Zhang Jinbao, my name is Song Yizi.

With these words, my thoughts went back to a long, long time ago.

I was a precocious child.

I knew long ago that my family was not well off. My father Zhang Da Chong was just an ordinary man, and my mother Cui Fang was just an ordinary woman, even vulgar.

How many times have I asked myself late at night, why, why was I born in such a poor family.

The turning point came soon.

That day, Zhang Da Chong took me out to play alone. Because I was good-looking, I was targeted by a group of human traffickers.

My dad was so stupid. He naively believed what those people said and thought they would really make me a child star.

Ridiculous! How can you pay before the filming begins?

Before he could even warm up the 4,000 yuan in his hand, the traffickers carried me into a van, closed the door and drove away.

The trafficker asked in confusion: "Huh? That's strange, why isn't this kid crying? He's not just good-looking, but a fool, is he?"

"If you're a fool, then you'll just throw it away. These four thousand dollars aren't worth it."

"Quick, go pat him on the head."

Before they made a move, I spoke up: "Uncle, where are you taking me to play? Isn't Dad going with us?"

"Your father is in trouble. Just be good and follow me."

The traffickers breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this person is not a fool, otherwise this trip would have been a loss.

On the road, I kept playing the role of a good child, drinking water when I was needed and taking medicine when I was needed, until the vehicle went further and further off the track.

"Uncle, where are we going to play?" I asked innocently.

"Ah, we are in Kaoshan City."

Kaoshan City, I have heard of it on TV. It is a mountainous area and even poorer.

No, I have to find a way to get out of this.

That day, when the van just arrived at the gas station to refuel, I used the excuse of going to the bathroom and they sent two people to watch me at the door.

I took the opportunity to climb up the toilet window and gestured for help to the aunt at the gas station not far away.

This is what I saw on TV too.

Soon, the human traffickers saw that I was still squatting in the toilet and refused to come out, so they kicked the door open.

I scratched my head sheepishly and said, "It seems like I have diarrhea."

They covered their noses in disgust.

Then I got into the van with them.

But soon, police cars caught up with us, the traffickers looked terrified, and I was saved.

At the police station they asked me, "What's your name?"

I said, “I don’t remember.”

"So do you remember what your parents are going to be called?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't have a father or a mother. I grew up in a place with many children and one person, and everyone called her mother."

The people at the police station suddenly realized that I was a poor child who was abducted from an orphanage.

"Then do you remember the name of your dean's mother?"

I shook my head again and whispered, "Everyone calls me mom."

The people at the police station sighed, looked at each other, and then said, "There's nothing we can do. Since this child was abducted from an orphanage, we can only find an orphanage nearby to take him in."

In this way, I successfully settled down in an orphanage in Beijing North City.

Because of my previous miserable experience of being kidnapped, and because I was sweet-spoken and sensible, the director of the orphanage soon liked me very much.

My surname is Yi, the same as the dean, and my name is Yizhi.

The children in the orphanage also follow my lead.

This peaceful life lasted for a while.

Soon, a couple dressed in luxurious clothes came here and wanted to adopt a child.

My eyes lit up, the opportunity had come!

I tried even harder to please the dean, hoping she would recommend me to the couple.

However, that night I heard the conversation between the dean and his assistant.

"Dean, the Song couple really likes children, and their family is well-off. Whoever is adopted by them will enjoy a blessing.

I think Yizhi is a good kid in our orphanage, he is obedient and sensible."

"Yizhi is too old, he's already five years old. Children his age already know a lot, it's hard to raise them well. Madam Song said that she likes the three-year-old Xiaohu in our yard more."

"Oh, Xiaohu is not bad either. He has a chubby face and looks healthy. He is so lucky to be married into the Song family. He will never have to worry about food and clothing. He is also a rich second-generation!"

I listened and walked away silently.

The next day, Xiaohu was pushed by another child while playing, and was sent to the hospital with a broken head.

Looking at this sudden change, Mr. Song sighed helplessly: "Maybe we are not destined to have children in this lifetime."

Mrs. Song ran away after hearing this.

Hiding in a corner and crying secretly.

I held a pack of tissues in my hand, walked up to her and handed her one, whispering, "Auntie, don't cry."

Mrs. Song raised her head and looked at me with a loving look.

Just like that, I was taken away by the Song couple amid everyone's envy and the dean's incredulous gaze.

From now on, my name will be Song Yizi.

The Song family was just as I imagined, very luxurious and wealthy, and they lived in a small villa.

Mrs. Song was very gentle to me, and I started calling her Mom on the first day.

She burst into tears after hearing this.

Mr. Song comforted her.

I don’t know why, but I feel like Mr. Song doesn’t like me that much.

Two years after being adopted, I enrolled in a local aristocratic primary school. Because of my excellent grades, my teachers and classmates liked me very much.

After I won the first place in my grade for three consecutive times, Mrs. Song hugged me happily.

There was a hint of relief in Mr. Song's eyes, but he still looked indifferent towards me.

I know why.

Because one time I woke up in the middle of the night and passed by their bedroom and heard their conversation.

"Old Song, although Yizhi is adopted, in my heart he is my biological child. Can you please pay more attention to him?"

"How can I not care? There are so many things to do in the company. I can't take care of it. You just need to take care of the children."

"But I always feel that you don't like Yizhi that much."

"After all, he was an adopted child. He was five years old when we adopted him. Moreover, I always felt that it was a coincidence that Xiaohu got into trouble that year. How could we have just told the dean that we were going to adopt Xiaohu, and he would end up getting into trouble the next day?

Also, Yizhi actually came over to comfort you. I still think he is so smart!"

Listen to what Mr. Song said.

I smiled mysteriously.