After reaching an agreement with Eto'o, he took on the entire task of finding a blood type suitable for Yun Junche.
And for the convenience of contact, he also gave me his home address.
After returning to the hotel and taking a short rest, Han Xiye and I discussed Yun Junche's current situation on MSN. It is said that his condition is relatively stable now and he should be able to survive until I come back.
Calculating the time issue, from the time I left China to now, the one-month deadline is not far away. I hope Eto'o can bring me good news in a few days.
At the same time, I have to think of a way out in case...
The last hope has been shattered, what should I do?!
Many days and nights of hard work have made me exhausted.
I slept alone in the hotel for a whole day and night. When I opened my eyes, it was already the fifth day since I arrived in South Africa, and it was also the twentieth day since I left China to look for blood!
Subtracting the time it takes to go back, and subtracting the time the doctor spends preparing for treatment, I still have five days at most of my final struggle in South Africa.
Looking at the phone, Eto'o didn't give me any message.
I believe he is not a liar. He will not make a promise and then fail to do something. It should be because he has not finished looking for the few remaining people, right?
"Miss Ai, the staff is ready and waiting for your order at any time."
The accompanying staff has arrived at the South Africa station, and they are waiting to go with me to find blood relatives.
When I was ready, I put a small bag on my back and turned to look at the staff: "You don't have to come with me. Just rest first. I have something to do."
Although I have given the task of finding the blood type to Eto'o, I can't take any time off. My energy has been restored, so let's go find the last hope with Eto'o.
I vaguely remember that he left me his home address, which seemed to be...
Arriving at a poor residential area, I looked at the dilapidated scene around me. I was dumbfounded. This place was worse than the refugee area in Iraq and even more dilapidated. I never imagined that Eto'o lived here?!
"Uncle, is there a boy named Eto'o here?"
"%￥%#￥%#." The uncle sitting on the street muttered a lot of words that I didn't understand. To be honest, I regret not bringing a translator with me now.
It is much more convenient to pick up the phone and use the hands-free system to ask for an interpreter to communicate with passers-by.
Following the direction led by the uncle, I came to the end of the alley. This was a very simple and simple bungalow, even worse than the place I lived in Japan before.
Unexpectedly, Eto'o, such a bright and naughty boy, would live in such a harsh environment.
"#￥#@￥#@￥@￥@!!@!" Another string of words in English that I didn't understand came out. The translator on the other end of the phone translated for me: "Miss Ai, what they said is that at this time
Eto'o has no one at home, he went to work."
Huh? Are you working at the age of 15? "Ask that uncle, where does Eto'o work? Doesn't he go to school?"
“@……%&……￥#￥,”
"The uncle said that the boy has never been to school. He has had no father since he was a child, and his mother has AIDS. No one knows whether he is dead or alive. If you want to find him, go to his job to repair motorcycles.
Factory."
Sometimes, a person's destiny is not controlled by himself, but by God.
Haha, the destiny at birth is given by God, and the destiny in later life is given by yourself.
I don't know how Eto'o has been here for the past 15 years, but in my eyes, he is an optimistic, positive, smart, and wise boy.
I didn't see any darkness in him, let alone feel that he had such a tragic life experience.
Perhaps, children who grow up in adversity will be better than ordinary children. I believe that sooner or later, Eto'o will shine with his own light.
I had no time to analyze his life experience. Following the direction pointed out by passers-by, I arrived at Eto'o's motorcycle repair shop.
Not far away, I saw a large door with a curtain facing the bustling road. This is where Eto'o worked.
Looking carefully, he was indeed in the repair shop and playing cards with a group of staff.
In addition to work, he also wants to help me find my bloodline. Now that he is so free, has he finished searching for the addresses of those ten people? Or...
Walking towards them quietly, Eto'o and the staff seemed to be having a great time.
"Eto'o, I heard that you have become rich recently and have become a wealthy woman."
Listening to the words of one of the Chinese people, I can feel that the rich woman is most likely me, ⊙﹏⊙bhan
"It's okay, it's okay."
"By the way, have you found the person the rich lady asked you to find?"
"What are you looking for? If you look for her, you won't know. If you don't look for her, you won't know. If you tell her when the time comes, there is no one she is looking for, it will be over."
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When Eto'o finished saying these words, I couldn't believe it. He was given two days to find the whereabouts of the remaining few people, but he didn't even go????
If you don't want to look for it, don't stop him with a big package, just to defraud him of the money? But whether he knows it or not, I don't care about that little money. I can give him more, but he shouldn't take care of things.
Don’t do it!!!!
Does he know that this may cost Yun Junche his life!! 1
It's my fault. I believed in the wrong person. I shouldn't have relied on others. Sure enough, there is a saying that is right. It is better to believe in yourself than to believe in others!!!
Slowly walking towards their decks, they didn’t notice my appearance and continued chatting...
"That's right. Even if you really look for him, there's no way he's going to find the person she's looking for."
My steps stopped where I was, curiously thinking about what the person just said. However, someone helped me ask: "Why do you say that?"
"Because..." The man who seemed to know Eto'o very well showed a smirk and pointed at the silent Eto'o beside him: "Because Eto'o's surname is Tal, and the man with 0
He is the one with the special blood type! Are you looking for someone else in vain?"
"No way? Then the person that woman is looking for is right in front of you, isn't it?"
"Eto'o, if you don't tell her, you are the person he is looking for? Maybe she can give you more money!"
"Okay!" Suddenly, Eto'o's expression changed and he shouted with a hint of aura: "Keep playing, keep playing, don't talk about anything else."
"What...what did you say?!!!" I could no longer remain silent and rushed towards them excitedly.
When all of them saw my presence, they were stunned for a moment, and Eto'o stood up nervously.
"Eto'o, you are the one with type O special blood, aren't you?!" I can no longer describe the emotions in my heart. Whether it is excitement or anger, there are simply no words to describe it.
He didn't speak, but suddenly turned around and ran in the other direction.
Seeing this, I dropped everything I had on me and quickly chased after him: "Eto'o, I really need your blood type now."
"Don't tell me that you are in great need. I can't help you."
"Why? It's just a blood donation, why are you so stingy? Do you want money? I can give you more, even my property and everything I have!!!"
"No, I don't want money, and I won't donate blood."
He chased after him desperately, trying to seduce him with various benefits.
I don’t understand. He just donated some blood. What on earth is he afraid of?
You don’t even need money?
Gradually, the two of us ran into the inside of an alley. In front of him was a dead end, and behind him was me.
Panting and turning his head, Eto'o said to me seriously: "Stop forcing me, no matter what you give me, I will never donate blood!"
"Just think of it as me begging you, okay? Your blood can save my husband, he is about to die, so just think of it as your doing a good deed, okay? As long as you save my husband, I can give you the whole world
, okay?” I wonder if I’m crazy for even saying this.
A world may be able to save N hundred people, but I selfishly exchanged the lives of countless people for Yun Junche's life.
Worth it or not, who has the final say?
How much the hell have I sacrificed to fulfill some bullshit wish from my previous life?
And how many people died because of the few things left behind in the previous life?
Whose fault is all this? It is not my fault and Feng Jingchen’s fault at all, but the fault of the world. It is the world’s greed for vanity that fell into the trap of the grandson of the Ye family. It deserves it! It deserves it!
Now I just want Yun Junche to survive, otherwise even if the world becomes better, it has nothing to do with me and I won't have any sense of accomplishment!!!
"I tell you, my blood can't save your husband!" Eto'o's expression suddenly became serious.
Whether he can be saved or not is not up to him, it’s the doctor, I don’t care! I don’t care, as long as there is hope, I will never let it go! My brows knitted together, and my pleading tone suddenly turned into a threat: "Eto'o
, I tell you, if you refuse to cooperate with me, I will kidnap you to China even if you are kidnapped!!!!"
"Whatever you want!" Eto'o said nonchalantly, turned around and tried to escape over the wall.
I was just going to chase him, but who knew...
There was a "bang", and someone hit me hard with an iron rod: "Well..." With a muffled grunt, I staggered forward a few steps, spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, turned my head,
It turned out to be...
"Hmph, you don't have a gun this time, how about you continue to be awesome?!" It's Tony!
I scolded the person next door. The more chaos there was, the more people were adding to the chaos. I counted carefully and found that there were no less than twenty people standing in the entire narrow alley.
Looking back at Eto'o, he had climbed over the wall and disappeared.
"I'm telling you, if you delay my affairs, you won't die even if you die ten times." After speaking angrily, he stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Get up from the ground and quickly run towards the wall at the end.
When I just climbed a step, someone behind me pulled my collar hard, and I flew backwards several meters away and fell heavily to the ground: "Ah..." My whole back hurt.
Unable to bear it, I looked at the blue sky, which was gradually obscured by "dark clouds".
Several burly men gathered around me, looking at me with evil smiles on their faces.
"Hmph, you don't have any capital now, and you still dare to talk nonsense? You bitch, you have to pay the price for hurting my leg that day!" After that, he waved his hand slightly.
The outcome decided without thinking is already in front of me. I have no weapons on my body and am already lying on the ground. The opponent is tall and strong and there are many people. Let alone victory, I can survive this group fight.
Even if you don’t die, that’s good!
No matter what, if I die like this, Yun Junche may come to accompany me soon. Haha, it is better to have hope shattered together than to wait for hope alone.
Without saying anything, he closed his eyes as if he was following the trend, waiting for the final verdict...
"Those in front of you, put down your weapons quickly and put your hands on the wall!"
"Those in front of you, put down your weapons quickly and put your hands on the wall!"
Suddenly there was a loudspeaker shouting, and I slowly opened my eyes. When I saw the besieging group of people, their faces suddenly changed. They all honestly threw away their weapons and pressed their hands against the wall.
At the entrance of the alley, there were five police cars parked there, and dozens of police officers came towards us.
Before I could calm down, I suddenly felt a pair of hands grabbing my arm: "Eto'o?"
"Silly bitches, let's go." After saying that, he squatted on the ground and dragged me to the wall little by little.
"Hey, those two people over there are holding the wall with their hands, don't move!"
I looked back subconsciously and heard Eto'o yell: "What are you looking at? Run quickly!" After saying that, he turned over the wall quickly and his mind was in chaos. I couldn't understand what I saw.
Police why should I run??
Damn it! No matter what, my goal is Eto Ai anyway.
One step over the wall, I was like Eto'o, and kept running forward until I got rid of the people who were following me, and we both lay on the ground exhausted at the same time.
"Did you call the police?"
After asking this question, Eto'o took a deep breath and nodded: "Yes."
"..." He sat up with a smile and patted his shoulder: "I never thought you were quite smart."
In a scene like the one just now, even if Eto'o comes to save me, we will still lose two to twenty. If you are smarter, if you can't beat me, you can call the police instead of running away.
Although calling the police is very unethical in terms of the underworld, life is the most important thing, right?
Besides, it's not bad to use the police occasionally. At least it proves that I didn't pay taxes in vain.
"That's necessary." Eto'o smiled slightly, touched and nodded confidently.
hehe……
The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he looked at him seriously: "Eto'o..."
"What?"
"Actually, you shouldn't have saved me!" My eyes flashed. When Eto'o just woke up, I waved my hand hard and knocked him to the ground.
He really shouldn't have saved me. As long as I don't die, Yun Junche can't die!
I live one day, he lives one day!!!
Dragging Eto'o's fainting body, I and the accompanying staff transported him all the way to China.