The policeman is a typical Dubai native, with deep eyes, a straight nose, and a slightly fat figure. "My kid, where is your home?"
Musheng's eyes turned. "Uncle, I forgot where my home is."
Now it was his turn to have a headache. His parents didn't even know that his family didn't know.
Another young policeman suggested, "Why don't we send him to an orphanage first? We can put the orphan claim online and wait for his parents to come find him."
That said, he thought it was good.
Musheng could not understand their Dubai language at all and looked at the surrounding environment blankly.
"Kid, are you hungry?"
Musheng nodded. He had not eaten for several days.
"Let's go, uncle will take you to a place where you can eat."
Hearing that there was food, he was still a child after all, so he followed him obediently.
The standard car of the police station is the latest Ferrari.
He asked him to get in the car, and he got in obediently. The scene outside the car window was luxurious and bright that he had never seen before, and the streets were so clean and refreshing.
After a while, the car stopped in front of a small villa. "Okay, get out of the car!"
Mu Sheng walked out of the car in confusion and stood in front of the villa.
The man walked in front and looked back at him. "Come in quickly and I will take you to find something to eat."
But when Musheng looked at the villa, it didn't look like a place for him to buy food. His mind was spinning rapidly, could this be the human trafficker on TV?
When he wasn't paying attention, he turned around and ran away.
As soon as he saw him running away, the man simply stopped chasing him and didn't care about him anyway. As long as he solved the problem, he clapped his hands and got back into the car, turned around and left.
Musheng ran from a distance, looking back to see if he was following, until he heard the car engine start and drive away from a distance.
He breathed a sigh of relief and walked on an unfamiliar street. The grievances in his heart were like the waves, each wave getting stronger than the last.
Touching Gululu's belly, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten. He only felt that phantoms were beginning to appear in his eyes.
The images in front of him slowly changed from one to two, then to three, and finally he slowly fell down.
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"I'll pay 50 million."
"I will pay 55,000,000."
"I'll pay 60 million."
"I'll pay 100 million."
In the magnificent halls of Dubai, all kinds of politicians, businessmen and ladies were sitting.
On the high platform, a man was holding a painting for auction. The woman in the painting was dressed in pure white clothes, with black hair dancing mischievously on her delicate face.
The woman looked at something with a slight smile, and she was surrounded by three lovely children like elves, and a handsome and charming son.
The reason why everyone is so persistent about this painting is not because they are impressed by the painting itself. It is because of the person who painted this painting. It is a painting by the great painter Karl.
Have you ever seen the picture of a lame man walking, a sow climbing a tree, or a blind man? This painting was painted by a blind man. All of Carl's paintings are of a woman.
These children gradually appeared later, and the children in the painting are slowly growing up.
The deep love in the painting moved them. What kind of deep love could make the blind man remember it so clearly and draw such a vivid painting.
But the painter himself was in a pure silver luxury car at the moment. "Young master, you are finally willing to go home. The master and his wife, as well as the elder and the young lady, all miss you very much."
The man sitting in the back was silent, and everything started a few days ago.
That day, as usual, he tried to draw every bit of them according to his imagination.
As a result, he received a phone call. He answered the phone and heard this.
"If you want to be a coward for the rest of your life, that's okay. I have sent Musheng to Dubai for you. If you don't go, no matter how good the security there is, you will probably starve to death."
He put down the phone and flashed back to what happened five years ago in his mind. Over the past five years, he has been compensating them in his own way.
He has been with them all the time in the past five years, and he also knows An Yuran and Lin Xiyun's love for her.
He also knows that as the children grow older, they become more attached to their father, but all he can do is guard them silently.
Because he no longer deserves to have her.
The car arrived at the luxurious castle by the water. There were servants waiting on both sides of the castle early in the morning.
The driver got out of the car and opened the door for him, and the man walked out.
"Hello, Master."
"Hello, Master."
"Hello, Master."
"Hello, Master."
Along the way, servants stood on both sides, bending down and saying the same words.
He looked at the luxurious, familiar yet unfamiliar home in front of him, and he was back again.
"Karl, you are finally back." Tears filled Mrs. Mohammed's eyes the moment she saw him.
His son has actually become like this. His handsome face is completely covered by his beard. His skin has also turned dark, and even his clothes are trash.
In the past, he was someone who would never wear custom-made clothes.
"Son, you are suffering outside, do you hate mom so much?"
At this moment, her heart was in a knot, wondering whether she was right or wrong. She lost her granddaughter and grandson, and also lost her son.
From then on, her husband and father also began to hate her.
"Phil, daddy is proud of you." Loki looked at his son, feeling a sense of pride in his heart.
A person's self-worth is not measured by his clothes. He is now a popular painter, and his appearance can cost tens of millions.
Although he left, he knew his every move in the past five years.
Lin Xiqi stood aside and looked at him. Five years later, he is still back.
Kasefir listened to the voice in his ear and felt a subtle, familiar breath.
The one who has suffered the most in the past five years is this old man. He has no grandchildren or great-grandchildren to live by when he is approaching old age.
After struggling all my life, I ended up in a miserable state when I got old.
He stood there and faced the familiar direction and said: "Grandpa, I'm back." He hadn't said a word in five years, and he almost forgot that he was not mute.
The hoarse and aged voice and a few simple words brought tears to the eyes of the old man in the wheelchair.
Casselud looked at his grandson, pushed the wheelchair to his side, and touched his hand with trembling hands. "It's good to come back, it's good to come back."
He came back this time not to reminisce about old times. He fumbled and took out a painting from his bag.
"Immediately, find the little boy in this painting immediately. His name is Musheng."
"Son, who is he?" The little boy in the painting is so vivid that he looks exactly like his son.
Of course, I'm talking about when he shaved off his beard.
But Loki understood that only he and his father knew where he was living again anonymously.
"He came to Dubai?" He didn't understand this. Wasn't he always in China?