At that time, Da'an was neatly dressed, with patched clothes and long hair, like a wild man.
But the old lady recognized the child who looked exactly like him. The old lady stopped them.
"Excuse me, is this your child?" the old lady asked, pointing to Da'an.
The couple looked at the old lady inexplicably and nodded yes.
The old lady was very excited. She grabbed Zhao Tingxing behind her and pulled his hair randomly, revealing his facial features: "Do you have another son? Is it him? Does he look like him?"
The couple went from shock to disbelief to confusion: "I thought you were dead, I thought you were dead."
"How come you're still alive? You're obviously seriously ill, but the doctors said it's incurable."
The old lady told him what happened when she met him in the mountains a few years ago.
At that time, Zhao Tingxing only saw doubts and worries in their eyes, but could not see anything about family affection.
He dragged the old lady: "Let's go."
Old lady: "They are your biological parents. Call your parents quickly. If you do, you will have books to read."
Of course he didn't scream, and Da'an also looked at him eagerly.
That day, at the old lady's insistence, the couple took him home. Along the way, Da'an kept shouting: "I don't want savages to come to our house, I don't want them."
Zhao Tingxing clenched his fist tightly the whole way and wanted to beat him to death. If it weren't for the old lady's earnest words to persuade him to learn how to study first, he would never have tolerated anyone.
He has been a wolf since childhood. When attacked, his instinct is to fight back.
The couple seemed to be afraid that he would be aggressive, so they arranged for him to stay in a remote small room away from their main house that night.
He hadn't eaten all day, so he got hungry in the middle of the night and wanted to find something to eat. He was used to walking at night, so his footsteps were very light. When he passed the main house, he heard the couple sighing: "How can we be alive when we thought we were dead?"
"How can I have the money to raise two children at once?"
"Didn't that old woman say that as long as you go to school, we don't have to worry about anything else in the future?"
"Do you believe her? I left the child here today and couldn't wait to leave."
There were intermittent conversations in the room, including the child's voice: "I don't care, there can't be any savages in my house."
"I know, I know."
Zhao Tingxing originally planned to go back to the mountains to find the old lady the next day, but he didn't care if they raised him.
As a result, maybe it was God's intention. The next day, on their way to start work, the couple had a car accident and died on the spot.
He didn't feel anything. To him, the couple were just strangers. There was only the child crying and screaming, and a group of friends who didn't seem too enthusiastic to help organized the funeral.
And he has been insidious and indifferent since he was a child. At that time, he took the family's household registration book and went to school to report. He knew the household registration book because when he and the old lady were in school, he saw other adults holding this.