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The sky was getting dark, and it had been two hours since the police uncle left.

The longer time passed, the more uneasy Wen Hexi became. All kinds of bad conjectures emerged from his chaotic mind. He knew that the possibility of those things happening was very small, but he still couldn't help imagining himself again and again. Dragging into a terrible nightmare, I frightened myself into a cold sweat.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, which came from outside the police station.

From the beginning to the end, his nerves were tense all the time, and all his senses were drawn to the direction of the door. Even if he didn't look, his peripheral vision and his ears would tell him—it was not an illusion, there was really someone came back.

He couldn't wait to stand up from the chair and looked towards the door, sweating a little from his palms.

It must be found, he prayed silently in his heart.

God will not hear his prayers, but the people's police will.

The police uncle walked into the police station, followed by a group of people, a short body squeezed between them, she shrank her neck like a frightened little animal.

The moment she saw Wen Hexi, her eyes lit up, and she ran towards Wen Hexi.

When Wen Hexi blinked, an afterimage flashed in front of his eyes. Xia Qing quickly ran to Wen Hexi's side, grabbed his clothes, and hid behind him, like a bullied child who found his parents.

He even stared at the police uncle and the others in a pretentious manner.

However, generally in this situation, parents will not support their children first, but first ask their children: What trouble did you get into again?

At the same time, Wen Hexi asked Xia Qing with a cold face: "Where did you go? Who told you to sneak out by yourself?"

Xia Qing shrunk her body and said nothing.

"What are you holding?" Wen Hexi saw a card in Xia Qing's hand.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to come over: "Give it to me."

Xia Qing obediently handed it over to Wen Hexi.

Wen Hexi got a card in his hand, which was a bank card, and he asked, "Whose card does this belong to?"

Xia Qing didn't answer.

A young man standing next to the policeman answered for Xia Qing: "It's mine. Just after I finished depositing money from the bank, your mother snatched my card away."

The young man's tone was a little irritated. Anyone who encountered such a thing would be unhappy. If he can hold back from swearing, he is already well-bred.

"I'm sorry, my mother has a problem with her mind. I'll return this card to you." Wen Hexi handed over the card.

Before the young man reached out to pick it up, Xia Qing suddenly ran out from behind Wen Hexi, grabbed the card, held it tightly in his hand, and firmly protected it with the other hand.

"Go back."

With this sound, Wen Hexi almost yelled, and Xia Qing shrank her neck and took a step back in fright, but she just refused to hand over her bank card.

The two stood still.

Seeing this, the police uncle stepped forward and patted Wen Hexi on the shoulder.

"Son, don't worry, tell your mother slowly."

Then he turned to greet the fat little policeman, "Take them to the lounge and let them have a chat alone."

The police uncle obviously saw Xia Qing's fear of crowds, especially men.

After the little policeman took Wen Hexi and Xia Qing to the lounge, the policeman dismissed the people and told everyone to go about their business. After finishing the work, he looked at the young man whose card was robbed: "Don't worry too, card and Everyone is here, so they can’t run away.”

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The little policemen led Wen Hexi and Xia Qing to the lounge, retreated by themselves, and closed the door behind them.

In the lounge, only the mother and child were left.

Wen Hexi was patient and coaxed Xia Qing in a soft voice: "Mom, can you return the card? We can go home and have dinner after returning it. Eat your favorite braised lion head, okay?"

Xia Qing didn't return it.

"It's someone else's property. We can't take other people's things. If you want it, let's go home and play with our own cards, and return this." Wen Hexi continued to coax.

Xia Qing still has no intention of returning the card.

After three times, Wen Hexi's patience ran out.

He has always indulged Xia Qing, but today he is really tired, both mentally and physically. He still has a fever and has a splitting headache. He really has no patience and no energy to coax Xia Qing.

"Give me the card." He didn't yell.

He didn't even have the energy to shout.

Xia Qing held the card tightly, as if he would not give it to him.

"I'll say it again, give me the card." Wen Hexi repeated, her voice getting colder each time.

Xia Qing was still holding the card firmly, looking at Wen Hexi with an aggrieved expression.

Her expression stung Wen Hexi. He didn't understand why Xia Qing could be wronged, "Why are you wronged? Did I wrong you? For so many years, I would rather suffer by myself than let you suffer a little bit. How can I be sorry for you?"

He questioned Xia Qing in the most flat voice.

"Tell me, do you hate me very much, hate your son for being so worthless, and even rely on selling money for his mother's medical treatment, I'm ashamed of you, right?" Wen Hexi's eyes turned red , with a hoarse voice, choked with sobs, "So you forced me like that, just like that bastard father, you all want to force me to death."

Collapse is often an instant thing, lightly a feather is pressed on it, and all the strong supports collapse.

"You are my mother! You used to love me very much, why did it become like this now, I was the one who was raped, why is it you who went crazy?" Wen Hexi grabbed Xia Qing's shoulder and roared "Can you be sober? Look at what your son has become."

He yelled until the sound broke, and yelled until the last bit of strength was exhausted.

Then he let go of Xia Qing wearily, with his arms hanging down.

He was so tired that he couldn't last a minute until he collapsed, and he couldn't even maintain his expression. One second his face was full of pain, and the next second the pain disappeared and he returned to calm.

Just like the countless late nights where I broke down and cried, I wiped away my tears silently, and went to ask for life the next day, as if nothing happened.

Wen Hexi knew a long time ago that it is useless to collapse, nothing will be left except a pair of red eyes.

And life still sucks.

There were still people waiting for them outside. Wen Hexi didn't want to continue the stalemate with Xia Qing. He opened Xia Qing's hand little by little. Seeing that his third finger was about to be opened, Xia Qing cried anxiously: "No, no one will give He Xi's hope."

Hearing Xia Qing's words, Wen Hexi froze on the spot, and her hands loosened. Xia Qing took the opportunity to quickly withdraw her hands, put her hands behind her back, and looked at Wen Hexi vigilantly like a chicken guarding its cubs. , move your feet back slowly.

Wen Hexi closed her eyes hard twice, but still couldn't stop the urge to heat up her eyes. It turned out to be like this. His mother misidentified the card. That card was indeed exactly the same as his card, except for the card number.

That day he said that his bank card was hoped to be just a joke, but his mother remembered it. In fact, it has not changed, it has not changed, and his mother still loves him.

Tears welled up in the next second, uncontrollable, Wen Hexi bit her lower lip to hold back the tears.

He hugged Xia Qing, choked up and said, "Mom, you are He Xi's hope."

Without you, He Xi didn't want to live long ago.

The owner of the bank card is still waiting for them to return the card. Wen Hexi didn't cry for a long time. She wiped away her tears and coaxed Xia Qing to say, "Mom, with you here, He Xi doesn't want the card. Return the card, okay?"

This time Xia Qing was obedient and pursed her lips. Although she was a little reluctant, she still handed over the card to Wen Hexi.

They walked out of the lounge and returned their cards.

Wen Hexi thanked the police and left with Xia Qing.

The police uncle looked at Wen Hexi's leaving back with dim eyes. Just now, through a wall, they heard Wen Hexi's roar in the lounge, so hoarse, so hysterical, and so painful.

He was very powerless. After wearing this police uniform for so many years, he felt this powerless feeling many times.

In this world, there are always places where the light cannot reach.

He clenched his fists.

But they are working hard, many people including him are working hard, in order to make the light go further.