Chapter 474 The little kid who ran away from home has no say
Jiang Yucheng told Shen Buli the story bit by bit, while Shen Buli listened silently without interrupting him.
His mouth was a little dry, so Jiang Yucheng took a sip of water and continued talking.
"It's just that I have never been to an orphanage, so I don't know where they are, and it was night. I couldn't find the way while walking."
"I don't know where I went at that time. I was lost and it was dark. I was so scared, so I sat down against a wall with my small suitcase in my arms."
"It was winter. It was very cold and snowing. Just when I thought I might freeze to death, suddenly a pair of little feet appeared in front of me."
When he said this, Shen Buli saw the corners of Jiang Yucheng's mouth suddenly raised, his eyes suddenly became brighter, and even his tone suddenly became gentle.
"Then a mature, steady and secure voice rang in my ears. When I heard the voice, I raised my head in fear, and then I saw a father and daughter appearing in front of me, especially It’s that little girl.”
"Her eyes are obviously full of curiosity, but on the surface she still looks very stable, like a little adult..."
Hearing this, Shen Buli suddenly frowned.
She knew that the story Jiang Yucheng was telling was about his own childhood, but why did the content he was telling suddenly feel so familiar.
I frowned and thought for a long time, and finally remembered it in Jiang Yucheng's retelling.
She remembered!
In the winter when she was ten years old, near Christmas, her father rarely had time to take her out to play, and they didn't come back until very late.
On the way back, I met a poor kid holding a suitcase and sitting against the roadside wall.
She was the one who discovered him.
"Dad, there is a child sitting there, no one seems to want him."
When Shen Qingchi heard what his precious daughter said, he looked in the direction she pointed and saw a child sitting alone on the roadside.
They did not go over immediately. They watched for a while and after confirming that the child was really a person, Shen Qingchi led Shen Buli and walked towards the child.
"Kid, what's wrong with you? Why are you here alone?"
The child who was holding the suitcase with his head down raised his head and looked at Shen Qingchi and Shen Buli.
Although the child was young, he was still alert. He did not answer their questions, but looked at them and then lowered his head.
Shen Qingchi saw that the child was silent. He lowered his head and glanced at Shen Buli, and then asked: "Ali, what do you think we should do? The child doesn't speak. Maybe he doesn't believe us and is afraid that we are bad people."
Ten-year-old Shen Buli is not like other girls, she is as calm as a little adult.
Glancing down at the child sitting on the ground, Shen Buli said directly: "Call the police and ask for the police uncle."
The child on the ground raised his head when he heard that he wanted to find the police uncle. Then he looked at Shen Buli and shook his head desperately: "No, I don't want to find the police uncle."
However, Shen Buli didn't listen to him at all. He glanced at his suitcase and said directly: "A little kid who ran away from home has no right to speak."
After saying that, Shen Buli took out her father's mobile phone from Shen Qingchi's pocket, and then dialed 110 directly.
As the only adult present, Shen Qingchi watched his daughter's series of operations without expressing any opinions (End of Chapter)