"Of course, we finally have news about you, but your father..." His mother's crying voice made Haoran's heart tighten.
"What's wrong, Dad?" he asked hurriedly.
"No news for two months..." The mother on the other end of the phone finally cried.
"Mom, please slow down and speak clearly." Haoran suppressed his uneasy pulse and tried hard to guide his mother to speak clearly.
It turned out that my father went out to work with a contractor in order to repay the thousands of yuan he borrowed from fellow villagers while studying in college. He agreed to settle down outside and then called home to report that he was safe. As a result, he left for more than two months.
But no news came back.
"Don't worry, Dad will be fine." After Haoran understood the whole story clearly, he felt even more guilty. Thinking of the hardships his parents had endured for more than 20 years, he felt that he was really unfilial.
In the past few years when he was studying in sh, he had learned a lot about black labor contractors who had harmed migrant workers through the Internet and TV. Now he was very afraid that his father would also be cheated by that labor contractor. But thinking so in his heart, he
He used every word he could think of to comfort his mother.
Ten minutes later, his comfort finally took effect, and the mother gradually calmed down and began to ask about her son's current situation.
"Mom, I currently work in a big company..." In order to reassure his mother, Haoran told a little white lie and told her that he had sent a sum of money home.
"Which company is this?" My mother's voice on the other end of the phone was obviously filled with joy.
"ibm" Haoran easily applied to a well-known multinational company in the industry.
"What? Love pens and ink?" Unfortunately, my mother lives in a remote village and knows nothing about this famous Fortune 500 company.
"This... a foreign company, in short, it is very good." Haoran was afraid of saying more and said hurriedly: "The company still has something to do, I have to hang up. Remember my mobile phone number 139..."
"You have to take good care of yourself when you are out there, and remember to come back when you have time," my mother reluctantly warned.
"Well, Mom, you have to take care of yourself, I'm hanging up..."
He hung up the phone, but his heart became heavier and heavier. He could comfort his mother, but he couldn't calm himself down - his father's disappearance was like a sharp knife thrust into his chest.
Haoran was filled with melancholy, walking aimlessly among the noisy crowds. Even though the sun was blazing around him, his heart was cold. Just as he had a glimmer of hope in his life, something happened to his father, and he
What did you do wrong to make God look at you so differently?
Where should he go? Buy a ticket and run back to his hometown, searching city after city? It is obviously impossible. Even if he has the heart, how can he search all of the cities in Shaanxi on his own?
"Bang." In his frustration, he accidentally hit his bare foot against a fire hydrant on the side of the road. The pain made him jump back a little reflexively.
There was a sudden crash, and the sound of items falling to the ground suddenly sounded. Haoran secretly cried out in his heart, retreating so fast that he knocked over the bookstall next to him, and scattered some newspapers and several colorful magazines.
One place.
"What's wrong with you?" The newsstand owner stared at this guy who seemed to be looking for trouble, with fire in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Haoran apologized repeatedly, while hurriedly picking up the books and newspapers that fell on the ground.
"Apologizing is useful, why do we need the police?" the boss said angrily. Seeing that several magazines were stained with mud and sewage, they would definitely not be sold. If Haoran wasn't a head taller than him, he might have already taken action.
"I bought the damaged books and newspapers." Haoran was helpless. He was obviously at fault for this, and I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to do it if he didn't pay some price.
"14 newspapers, 10 magazines, a total of 200 yuan, thank you." The boss's face became faster than flipping through a book. After taking the two red banknotes from Haoran's hand, he smiled on the spot.
Haoran awkwardly picked up the colorful newspapers and magazines and squeezed out from the crowd of spectators.
"Brother, welcome to come again when you have time." The boss's sonorous farewell voice came from behind.
Sure enough, you are not a businessman but a traitor! Haoran cursed in his heart: "You black-hearted devil, God bless you, you will never be able to sell a newspaper in the future!"
Wait... the newspaper... is there! Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. If Situ Muyun could find an old newspaper from a few years ago through his ID card, then he should be able to find his father in the crowd.
Hope?
Thinking of this, he immediately rushed to the middle of the road with a pile of books and newspapers, and stopped a taxi in a suicidal manner.
"Quickly, go to the lakeside villa area in the west of the city." Haoran couldn't help but feel confused. He wanted to fly back to Situ Muyun immediately and ask her for advice on how to find his father.
He was speechless all the way. After getting off the taxi, he rushed back to the community, came to the door of the villa and rang the doorbell.
"Haoran, why are you back so early?" Wu Ma obviously didn't expect that he would come back so soon.
"Well, Auntie, that Xiaoyun hasn't left yet?" Haoran asked quickly, not caring to wipe the tears from his head.
"What, do you have a problem with me?" Before Wu Ma could answer, Situ Muyun in a red skirt appeared from behind.
"It's a very urgent matter, I..." Haoran was anxious and didn't know where to start.
"Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry. I'm about to go out. Come with me and get in the car to talk." Situ Muyun saw his gloomy look and comforted him.
"Okay..." Haoran took a breath and followed her out the door. Situ Muyun's deep black gem-like eyes seemed to have some kind of magic power, which suddenly calmed his irritable mood a lot.
Parked at the door was still the dark black Mercedes-Benz that sent Haoran over last time, and the driver was still Lao Li from last time.
"What on earth made you so anxious?" Situ Muyun asked as the car slowly drove out of the community, looking at Haoran.
"Something may have happened to my father..." Haoran quickly recounted everything he heard from his mother, then stared at her with a look of help and said, "Can you help me think of a solution?"
"This matter is a bit tricky." After Situ Muyun listened to his words carefully, an unknown look suddenly flashed in his eyes.
