Forced by the situation, the villagers glanced fiercely at Chen Ninghui, who was blocked by several men who were soldiers, and quickly disappeared from the other end of the mountain road.
Song Jingye realized that he was in big trouble. The girl was probably frightened. After being rescued, she followed him like a frightened bird. When other soldiers came closer, she unconsciously tensed up.
Their military truck was parked on the winding road at the foot of the mountain. He asked the driver for the keys and drove the truck himself. The girl sat in the passenger seat and everyone else sat in the back.
The car bumped all the way from the rugged mountain road to the flat township road and then to the city's main road. Song Jingye's unit crossed from the suburbs of the city to the city center and said: "There is the police station in front of you. I will put you there." Then, if you have any questions, you can feel free to tell them and they will definitely help you."
Song Jingye drove the car to the door of the police station, jumped out of the car, took the girl into the police station, found an acquaintance, briefly explained the basic situation, and finally said
"I'll leave it to you and I'm leaving."
He was not a nosy person, and sitting in this position was already the end of his benevolence, so he jumped into the truck, turned the steering wheel, reversed and left.
In the rearview mirror, I saw a barefoot girl running to the door of the police station and timidly looking at his car. The clothes on her body were dusty because they were more damaged when they were pulled on the mountain, and the forehead above her big eyes was still damaged. There are bruises on the cheekbones, this time it looks like a wild deer accidentally broke into the city.
Song Jingye sighed. A good man will do his best. He stopped the car and threw the keys to the driver. "You go back first."
He walked straight to the girl and was about to take her in to find the policeman he had just met, but he heard the girl whisper behind him: "I have no family."
Song Jingye paused and turned around to look at her again. He couldn't bear to look at her. He looked like a teenager, thin and yellow, like a refugee. To be precise, he was a refugee.
"Are you hungry?" Song Jingye asked.
The girl nodded.
"Let's go eat first."
The girl nodded again.
Song Jingye glanced at her feet: "Wait for me for a while."
He turned around and went back to the police station. When he came out again, he had a pair of men's slippers in his hand: "Just wear them, they are only men's ones."
Just ate at a small restaurant nearby.
"I'll call Chen Ning back."
"My ID number xxx."
Song Jingye was surprised by her sudden self-introduction and then a little admired. He admired that she was still in shock when she looked at it, but she could speak so calmly and finish her information in a clear way, saving him the trouble of asking questions.
"Uncle, I just lied. I have a family." She confessed again.