Ding, your little fool is online

Yuan Xing's hometown is in a small mountain village in the south, named Wantang Village with flowers in its name, because there are several extremely tall crabapple trees at the entrance of the village.When the wind blows, red and white petals welcome the visitors one after another.

It seems that the years are quiet and peaceful, but in fact, the undercurrent in the whole village has already been churning.

The police from Beijing have been here several times in the last month, going door-to-door to check, some happy and some sad.Families who have not participated in the buying of trafficked women and children are naturally carefree, while the rest are afraid that Yuan Hongming will involve themselves.

So when Yuan Xing came back here, the villagers all had complicated eyes and closed their doors one after another.

Just as they were not greeted by fluttering petals when they came, the people here also do not welcome them.It's good enough not to drive them away.

Yuan Xing was born in this village 22 years ago.In his first 18 years of memory, Wantang Village has always been very dilapidated, and everyone mainly lived on farming and breeding. Later, when he was a little older, only a few men and children from other families went out to work. In recent years, some Smart people will use farmhouses to bring themselves extra income.

It's just that the way of making money has been changing, but the ignorant thoughts seem to be deeply rooted in their souls.

Yuan Xing looked around and pursed his lips.

In fact, he was a little scared in his heart, he had a feeling of being close to his hometown, and more of an emotion close to "fear of Yuan Hongming's death", which was so complicated that he couldn't describe it.

Before coming to Wantang Village.He had already learned from Zhang Xingxing that his previous house had been sold by Yuan Hongming, all the door locks had been replaced, and the walls had been protected.

This home with a courtyard is the place he most wants to go on this trip, but it is obviously impossible to get in right now. In addition, every household is missing their wallpapers, so Yuan Xing is inevitably at a loss.

Just when he was a little confused, Wang Yuyang gently took his hand and comforted him: "It's okay, Xiao Yuanxing, you are different from them."

"I..." Yuan Xing looked at him and blinked.

Before he could say the second half of the sentence, a voice came from behind: "It's different."

The two turned their heads one after another, and found that the door of a villager not far behind was still open, with a dangling light bulb hanging above their heads, and the dim light was very warm in the evening.

A man with his hands clasped was leaning on the door frame. He was about the same age as Yuan Hongming, but he had a grumpy face in his old age, and a scar on his forehead was particularly obvious.

The man looked at Yuan Xing carefully: "They have grown so big."

From what he said, he should know Motoko, maybe he watched Motoko grow up, but Motoko racked his brains and couldn't remember who he was.

Looking at the horrible scar on his forehead, Yuan Xing was a little terrified, and he pursed his lips: "That, that... I'm sorry, I can't remember who you are."

"I'm Zhang Mingxing's father, Zhang Yong." The man stood up and put down his clasped hands, "Come in and sit down?"

After finishing speaking, he left the two of them and walked into the courtyard, leaving only shadows behind.

Wang Yuyang and Yuan Xing looked at each other and walked in.

The yard of Zhang Yong's house is huge, with a lot of flowers and plants planted, and it is lush and green. I think Zhang Mingxing's going to Beijing to sell flowers may have inherited this.Before that, there was also a yellow pastoral dog, biting its tail at Yuan Xing, and barking twice.

"Xingxing told me that you are coming back." Zhang Yong poured a glass of water for both of them, "I didn't expect you to arrive so late."

Wang Jianyang took the water, handed the warm cup to Yuan Xing, looked up at Zhang Yong and said, "Are you waiting for us on a special trip?"

Zhang Yong nodded: "Yeah, I think you must have no place to go. It just so happens that the relationship between my son and you seems to be okay, so I can wait for you."

Yuan Xing took a sip of water and whispered, "Thank you, uncle."

"Thank you for what?" Zhang Yong brought up another plate of dim sum, "I thank you all."

After putting down the plate, Zhang Yong raised his head and looked outside the door, as if he was looking around the whole village: "Look at this smoky place, it's finally cleared up, don't I have to thank you all?"

Yuan Xing didn't understand the meaning of this, and took a bite of mung bean cake foolishly.

Wang Jianyang understood the meaning of these words.

In the previous conversation with Zhang Mingxing, I learned that although many villagers in Wantang Village have participated in human trafficking, there are still clean and self-sufficient people after all.

For example, Zhang Yong's family.

In Beijing, Zhang Mingxing helped Yuan Xing many times.In Wantang Village, only Zhang Yong opened the door for them.

Both father and son expressed their hatred for this kind of thing with their own actions, but under the shadow of the past and to avoid getting into trouble, they could only turn a blind eye and close their eyes in life.

After Yuan Hongming was investigated, Wantang Village was also affected, as evidenced by the waves of policemen passing by the crabapple tree.

People who hate human trafficking should feel a little happy when they see this situation.In addition, it is only in the investigation stage now, and in the future, those gangs may be uprooted and all the people whose lives have been taken away may be rescued.

That's why Zhang Yong said thank you Yuan Xing.

Thank you for everything he did, thank you for your bravery.

After eating a piece of mung bean cake, Yuan Xing's mouth was covered with crumbs. Seeing this, Wang Qianyang reached out and wiped off the cake crumbs around his mouth.

Zhang Yong caught a glimpse of this scene, and he was not surprised, so he turned to Yuan Xing and asked, "Are the mung bean cakes delicious?"

Yuan Xing nodded.

Looking at his appearance, Zhang Yong finally showed a soft smile on his face that had been tense, and the scar on his forehead was not as scary as before: "Eat."

Yuan Xing said that although he had been eating mung bean cakes, he was repeatedly savoring Zhang Yong's words in his heart.

thanks, him?

This gratitude is not limited to Zhang Yong alone, but also includes the sense of justice of other people and the gratitude of the trafficked women and children.The two words seem to be light and fluffy, but they are actually heavy.

It seemed that he didn't understand this sentence, but he had already unknowingly carried this kindness on his back, and he had recited it firmly, not a single bit of kindness would fall.It's like he is quietly growing up.

Yuan Xing ate one piece of mung bean cake after another, while Wang Yuyang and Zhang Yong talked about the current situation of the village.

After eating a plate of mung bean cakes, the night also moved to the sky.

Zhang Yong looked at the wall clock on the wall: "It's getting late, do you have a place to live? If you don't mind, you can stay at my house."

Wang Jianyang got up and declined his kindness: "No need, we have already reserved a hotel in the town, thank you."

"Well, then I won't force you to stay." Zhang Yong sent the two of them to the door, and handed Yuan Xing a box of mung bean cakes, "Take it and eat, little star, uncle doesn't have any gifts for you, just take this as a thank you gift Come on, let's grow up."

The two left the village and took the last bus bound for a while.

There is only one hotel in the town, and the conditions are not as good as those in Beijing and Gangcheng. Unfortunately, there is only one big bed room.

Fortunately, the bed is big enough, and it won't be too embarrassing for two people to sleep.

Wang Yuyang was busy spreading the sheets he brought over there, while Yuan Xing sat at the table and looked at the box of mung bean cakes on the table.

The boxy paper box is printed with the pattern of mung bean cakes, and the packaging is very simple, just like Zhang Yong himself.

In the end, Zhang Yong and Yuan Xing said a word, calling him "Little Star".

This is because Yuan Xing's original name was Yuan Xing, and the villagers always called him Xiaoxing Xiaoxing.

However, Yuan Xing always felt a little familiar with the "little star" that Zhang Yong said.

He reached out and picked the corner of the box, repeating the name over and over in his mouth, trying desperately to remember.

A few barks came from outside, Yuan Xing raised his head suddenly, and there were also two barking sounds from the deepest part of his heart, as if he had heard it a long time ago.

Like the early morning when I was a child, there was still dew on the morning glory.He walked around the village in his grandmother's arms, and when he reached the door of Zhang Yong's house, a little yellow milk dog barked at him twice.

Both Zhang Mingxing and Zhang Yong stood at the door of the house. Zhang Mingxing, who was a few years older than Yuan Xing, poked Xiao Yuanxing's pink cheek curiously. Be brave enough to grow up", teasing him happily.

The phrase "Little Star" at that time was exactly the same as the "Little Star" I heard just now.

It turned out that since then, he has been receiving their encouragement and courage, and since then, this kind-hearted family has been helping him.

This is Yuan Xing's memory, but what he doesn't know is.Four years ago, it was the beginning of June when it was raining heavily.With the help of a man with a scar on her forehead, the woman who was imprisoned successfully escaped from this nightmare and regained her life.

Yuan Xing opened the box of mung bean cakes, pinched a piece and took a small bite.

The sweet taste spread in his mouth, Yuan Xing squinted his eyes, and probably understood Zhang Yong and their gratitude.

But based on Yuanxing's words alone, it's just a gnat shaking a tree.This result is the result of the struggle of everyone who worked hard with Yuan Xing, everyone who has encouraged Yuan Xing, and the condensation of everyone's thoughts and strengths.

This gratitude does not belong to Yuanxing alone, it belongs to every righteous and kind person in this world.

After thinking it over, Yuan Xing felt that the mung bean cake in his hand was even sweeter.

Because of the driving, it was already afternoon when the two arrived at Wantang Village today, so they only stayed at Zhang Yong's house for a while before it got dark.

And there is a whole day tomorrow, so there are naturally more plans.

The old mansion is not allowed to enter, but apart from that, there is one more thing that Yuan Xing must do.

That is to go to grandma's grave.

Ever since Yuan Xing learned that it was grandma who bought her mother back from the trafficker, Yuan Xing felt very complicated.Because when he was young, his grandma was the best person to him besides his mother, sometimes even better than his mother.

But it was grandma who single-handedly contributed to the tragedy of mother.

Yuan Xing didn't know what kind of mood he should use to visit grandma's grave.

Wang Qianyang seemed to see his worry, half lying on the bed and patted the position beside him: "Yuan Xing, come here."

Yuan Xing put down the mung bean cake in his hand, obediently climbed onto the bed, twisted his body, put his head on Wang Yuyang's chest, and put his little hands on it.

"Yeah." Yuan Xing replied sullenly, "I'm still very, very conflicted, like I'm afraid that the villain Yuan Hongming will die."

"Then let me ask you, Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang put his arms around him and asked, "Are you happy when you see your mother returning to your own life?"

The little head on his chest rubbed, and Quan Dang nodded.

"Then if you see more people, because of your bravery, have escaped from the tormenting life, are you happy?"

The little head rubbed again.

"Isn't that all right?" Wang Yuyang patted his head and changed his tone, "Actually, people in our country believe in the word 'karma'."

"It means that those good people who have done good deeds will definitely have good results, and those bad people who have done a lot of evil will definitely get retribution."

"Yuan Hongming, you have already seen it. His end is worthy of the evil he has done. You don't need to sympathize with him. But grandma is actually a bit complicated. Grandma can't be called a good person because she bought her mother. Yes. But grandma can't be called a complete bad person, after all, he has never beaten or scolded our little Yuanxing, and he is also very good to mother."

"So her ending was neither good nor bad. Although she escaped the condemnation of everyone, she still did not escape karma. Part of Yuan Hongming's ability to become what she is today is due to her, so correspondingly, she Also because of Yuan Hongming's unfilial piety and inaction, he was not able to enjoy his old age peacefully, and finally died of illness."

Yuan Xing blinked at Wang Yuyang, half understanding.

Wang Jianyang reached out and tapped the tip of his nose: "I've always known that you are entangled. You are entangled because you are afraid that your choices and actions are wrong, right?"

"Yeah." Yuan Xing finally responded to him, "I, I'm really afraid of this. I'm afraid that one day I will, I will regret it."

"What you did is right, why do you regret it?" Wang Qianyang stood up, facing Yuan Xing, holding his face in both hands, "The bad guys have been punished accordingly, and those who are about to be saved thank you, you still What's the trouble?"

"Did you say Xiao Yuanxing?"

Hearing this, Yuan Xing slightly opened his eyes wide.

"I brought you back to my hometown to let you know that someone will be reborn because of you. All your choices and all your actions are correct."

"The death of the bad guy is the retribution he deserves, and my little Yuanxing has always been great, excellent and brave. He can't be stumbled by these irrelevant things."

"He should take a step and run forward with big strides."

A few more barks came from outside the window, Yuan Xing thought silently, lowered his eyelashes and said nothing, Wang Qianyang didn't let go of his hand, and kept passing the coolness of his words to him.

After a while, Yuan Xing raised his head, his wandering gaze had become extremely firm.

He said, "I see, Mr. Happy."

The next day was a cloudy and rainy day, and the autumn rain in the south was cold to the bone.

Wang Jianyang bought yellow paper and tributes, and under Zhang Yong's guidance, he found Grandma Yuanxing's grave.

Suan Yuan Hongming still had a bit of conscience, and buried Grandma Yuan Xing in the ancestral grave, but the grave was bare and small, and looked particularly desolate.

Yuan Xing squatted down and lit the yellow paper with Wang Yuyang's help, then knelt on the ground in the flying paper ashes, and solemnly kowtowed three times.

When he got up, Yuan Xing's knees were covered with mud, and the yellow paper was about to burn out.

"Let's go, Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand to give him a hand.

"Wait a minute." Yuan Xing was still kneeling on the ground and didn't get up.

He reached into his pocket and took out a five-cent coin.

This is what he ate from the dumplings made by his grandma. He brought it to Beijing from his hometown, and brought it back to his hometown from Beijing.

Now he wants to bury this coin in the soil, and return this coin to grandma, along with those nurturing, to grandma.

There was an inconspicuous small mound in front of the grave, under which were buried all Motoko's emotions towards grandma.

"Goodbye, grandma." Motoko said softly.

Because of the rain, Wang Yuyang didn't plan to stay in Wantang Village for a long time, and only took Yuan Xing to say goodbye to Zhang Yong.

Leaving the village must pass through the ancestral house of Motoko's family, but now this old house belongs to someone else.The house was the same as when I saw it yesterday, the huge locks and the protection on the wall kept them out, and Motoko's thoughts were also kept out.

Wang Yuyang walked around the house and found a relatively high terrain, maybe he could climb over the wall and enter.

"Want to go in and have a look?" Wang Qianyang asked.

Yuan Xing shook his head: "We still, let's go back, I don't want to stay any longer."

Wang Qianyang took him back to the hotel in the town. The train ticket was at three o'clock in the afternoon, and the two of them had lunch at a noodle shop at noon.

Yuan Xing was a little dazed when he entered the noodle shop, because this noodle shop was the one he worked part-time after the accident.

It was also here that Yuan Xing heard news from an employee that he saw his mother in Beijing, and this led to the next story.

Yuan Xing looked at the familiar furnishings in the store, then looked up at Wang Yuyang beside him, and finally lowered his head and smiled slightly.

He left from the beginning of the story before, but now he starts from the beginning of the story and starts again.

Start a new life full of running.

Summer is completely over.

After returning to Beijing, Yuan Xing never visited Yuan Hongming again, and his life returned to the mode of returning home from work in the rehabilitation center.

Late autumn and October.

Yuan Hongming's case finally made new progress. The law enforcement officers followed the clues and involved a major human trafficking case that spanned multiple provinces. At present, several target suspects have been locked in. Once caught, they will be sentenced immediately.

I don't know who posted the whole story on Weibo, which attracted the attention of many netizens. For a while, various public opinions arose, and all netizens were filled with righteous indignation. Return to life and bring the criminals to justice.

Yuan Hongming, who was the fuse, was instantly pushed to the forefront by public opinion. Even though he is now a useless person, he still has not won the sympathy of the public.Instead, everyone hoped that he could be sent to prison as soon as possible, so that he could spend the rest of his life behind bars in tears.

Public opinion is driving the development of the case. Within a week, the official statement issued that Yuan Hongming was sentenced to 30 years in prison with a one-year reprieve for the crimes of buying and trafficking women and children, qiangjian, etc.

As soon as this move came out, netizens applauded one after another, and they were very happy.

In the next half month, the police arrested many criminals suspected of human trafficking and rescued many women and children.

A woman who was rescued tearfully thanked the police comrades and all those who contributed to this matter.

Yuan Xing glanced at the woman on the TV again, took the remote control and turned off the TV.

He got up and walked to the window, opened the window, moved the pleasant surprise flower that had become a polished pole commander aside, and greedily breathed in the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance outside the window.

Looking at the autumn leaves in front of him, Yuan Xing suddenly showed a satisfied smile.

The sound of parking was heard downstairs, it was Wang Yuyang who parked the car downstairs.Standing among the fallen leaves, he raised his head and waved at Yuan Xing, Yuan Xing immediately smiled sweeter than before, and waved his hand to greet him.

"I'm going up now." Wang Jianyang said with a smile.

"I, I'll open the door." Yuan Xing left the window and ran to the door.

Footsteps came from outside the door, getting closer.Motoyuki put his hand on the doorknob, pressed down lightly and opened the door.

When he saw Wang Yuyang walking towards this side with a bag of vegetables in his hand, Yuan Xing suddenly thought that a few months ago, on the train back to Beijing from his hometown, Wang Yuyang asked him if he regretted not being able to visit the house of his hometown. glance.

At that time Yuan Xing was silent for a while.

Soon he raised his head and said, "I don't regret it, because of me, I already have a family."

"The home is very warm, there is a little white dog, there are surprise flowers, and... my Mr. Happy."

Just like now, he stood at the door of his house waiting for his Mr. Happy, waiting for him to hold his hand, lead him into the house, and lead him into a new life.

The author has something to say: The scum is officially offline!

The only thing left is the road to recovery for the little star!

This plot is not very long, but the time span is very large. Be prepared for a few years in a chapter, and prepare for Yuanxing to change from 22 to 32, but it cannot be 32 years old hahaha

If you want to fall in love, talk about it while you are young!After all, when you get old, your waist will not be good (whisper bb)