Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

As the last guest expected to arrive at Jiming Island, when Jiang Mingzhu put on a small skirt and sat in the cafe listening to the pianist playing, she was still sitting on the train sucking instant noodles.

Hengheng's appetite was small, and he ate some snacks in the afternoon. He was full after only a few small bites.

All the rest went into the deserted stomach.

As night fell, the passengers in the car returned to their respective seats, took out heavy coats from the suitcases, wrapped them around themselves, and gradually fell asleep.

The carriage was no longer as lively as it was in the afternoon. Almost no one spoke, and from time to time a few muffled coughs could be heard from the back or front.

Soon, coughs and snoring began one after another.

Since everyone bought a seated ticket, they could only sleep in a sitting position. It was very torturous to stay in the same position all night without being able to lie down.

Hengheng huddled sleepily in Leng Qingqing's arms, and whenever a cough came over him, he subconsciously frowned.

Leng Qingqing gently took out a pair of earplugs from his bag and put them into Hengheng's ears.

Hengheng, who couldn't hear any snoring, gradually fell asleep, his body feeling warm like a small stove.

Leng Qingqing unzipped the down jacket, wrapped him completely in it, and then pulled the zipper.

pd is right, it is very cold on the train after dark, especially in the early morning.

Leng Qingqing touched Hengheng's little hand and found it was warm.

In the middle of the night, Huo Yanheng opened his eyes and found himself in a warm darkness, surrounded by his mother's scent.

He struggled to get out of Leng Qingqing's arms carefully.

The lights on the train were dimmed and everything was in hazy darkness.

After a few seconds, Huo Yanheng's eyes gradually adapted to the darkness. He carefully passed his mother and walked into the corridor. He identified the direction of the bathroom and walked over quietly.

Walking to the intersection of the two carriages, a strong and inferior smoke drifted down the cramped carriage.

Huo Yanheng took a few puffs, sneezed, and coughed.

He stretched out his short arms, covered his mouth and nose with his small hands, tried to lower his voice, and made one or two childish coughs.

So choking.

A dark figure stood up from the car door, holding a cigarette in his thick black calloused hands. He saw a child and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Kid, what are you doing?"

This man was very tall, and Huo Yanheng had to raise his head hard to see his face.

The bright white moonlight flowed into the car through the car window, slightly illuminating some men's faces.

This is a man who looks to be in his fifties or sixties. His skin is dark, his face is covered with ravines left by the years, and he has a big black mole at the corner of his mouth.

A smile that is a bit scary, the kind that would make a child cry.

Huo Yanheng took a step back.

He also saw that the man was holding a swaddle in his arms, with one corner of the swaddling slightly curled up, revealing the baby's pale face.

The moment the man spoke, two streams of white smoke spurted out from his two huge nostrils and sprayed directly onto the baby's face, but the baby did not move.

Huo Yanheng stood there and stared for a few seconds, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The staff behind him walked out of the darkness and opened the bathroom door for Huo Yanheng.

Huo Yanheng said thank you gently.

He walked in and heard the man behind him speaking with a voice as rough as sandpaper and chatting with the staff with a smile.

"Is this your son? He's so handsome."

Huo Yanheng returned to his position and got back into his mother's down jacket, the warmth wrapping him up.

After thinking about it, he gently shook Leng Qingqing: "Mom."

Leng Qingqing woke up the first time he went out, but he just kept his eyes closed and fell asleep.

"Ok?"

In the darkness, Hengheng came close to her ear, hot air blew on her cheek, and Huo Yanheng said something in a very low voice.

at the same time.

The man returned to his seat, shook the baby in his arms violently, and cursed: "It's not dead."

**

Suddenly the lights came on, and the passengers thought it was dawn, so they yawned and went to look for the train tickets in their bags. As expected, the conductor was about to come to check the tickets.

However, this is not the case.

Looking out through the car window, it was dark.

I picked up my phone and looked at the time. It was three in the morning.

What's going on? What happened?

Several passengers who were sensitive to lights and woke up the first time looked at each other in confusion.

Soon, two conductors came over with several tall police officers.

"right here."

The man named An Dayong hadn't woken up yet. He leaned his head back on the chair, the swaddling clothes in his arms almost fell to the ground, and the air was filled with thunderous snores.

I don’t know if I thought I could escape punishment by getting on the train home. I slept so soundly that the police called me several times before I woke up.

An Dayong felt someone tapping his shoulder with such force that it almost shattered his shoulder.

A strange male voice sounded seriously in his ears: "The child is going to fall to the ground!"

Child, what child?

An Dayong subconsciously opened his eyes and met the policeman's gaze in confusion. He thought about this serious face for a few seconds, and his rusty brain gradually began to spin.

Oh, he remembered.

It's the baby he just bought.

boy. With a handle.

An Dayong has even chosen a name for his child, and plans to register his child as a registered permanent resident as soon as he returns home.

This was the fate of his old An family, and it cost An Dayong almost half his life's savings.

"What are you...doing?"

An Dayong did not realize that the danger was coming.

He rubbed his eyes, looking confused.

The two policemen would not give him a chance to refute. They stepped forward and snatched the child from his arms, opened the swaddling clothes and took a look, and their expressions changed drastically.

The baby's face was blue and white, his eyes were closed, and he was motionless.

His fingers reached into the baby's body, and the breath was very weak, as elusive as a gossamer.

The conductor quickly took the child over and found a pediatrician through the radio. However, he did not have any examination tools at hand. After a basic examination, he determined that there was nothing wrong with the child. It was just that the child was not kept warm and he was hungry all the time. This situation occurred.

With the help of the doctor, the baby drank some milk powder, his complexion gradually improved, and he fell asleep after drinking enough.

The child is only about two months old.

"An Dayong, where did you snatch this child from?"

The warning voice was cold and his eyes were like knives.

An Dayong seemed to be in a state of stress, his eyes widened, and he stood up: "You are so slanderous, but I didn't kidnap the child! I, An Dayong, have been sitting upright all my life, so I won't do such a thing!"

The police officer shouted angrily: "Sit down! If you didn't snatch him, then where did this kid come from?!"

An Dayong opened his eyes angrily and argued: "This is the child I bought with money, not robbed!"

How can spending money be considered robbery?

The policeman's face was grim: "Are you really not aware, or are you just pretending to be stupid with me?"

Another police officer waved his hand: "Stop talking nonsense to him, take him directly and get off at the next stop."

After working as a police officer for so many years, what I fear most is talking to people who are illiterate.

An Dayong was dissatisfied at first sight. He scratched his neck and became angry. He wanted to grab the collar of the policeman next to him and try to reason with him, but the two policemen held him firmly, making it difficult for him to move and he had to be dragged away.

"I said you don't understand human language...I said I bought the child, I bought it with money...!"

An Dayong's howl echoed throughout the carriage.