Lu Ying wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand. Her eyelashes stained by tears were hanging wetly, and her eyes became a little hazy. "Uncle, why don't you leave the icv? Is it because you are afraid of death or because of ghost eyes?"
Threaten you with the lives of your relatives?"
Qu Mai smiled bitterly and said: "Family? I almost forget what my family looks like. I am a lonely and helpless person just like you."
He looked at Lu Ying's childish face and remembered that he was about the same age when he first came to icv. Lu Ying, Meng Ting, Dongdong... He seemed to see shadows of his own past in these children.
They were still young and naive, and after being in the icv for so many years, his heart had long become cold and numb. Only in a few rare moments would he suddenly recall his past appearance. And these
Children may walk the same path he once walked and recreate the tragedy he experienced.
Qu Mai dug out a lighter and a cigarette case from his pocket, and lit a cigarette silently. He looked ahead blankly and blew out a cloud of smoke.
The hungry Lu Ying quickly ate all the food in the lunch box, her mouth was greasy.
Qu Mai handed her a tissue and said, "Little one, you can take a nap. Uncle is leaving first."
Lu Ying returned the lunch box in his hand to Qu Mai, looking at him still with some defensiveness and timidity in his eyes.
Qu Mai walked out of the room, took out the key and locked the door. He stood at the door smoking a cigarette, with a helpless bitter smile on his lips. He mocked himself and said: "You, you, you don't live a decent life, and you still want to worry about it."
You can't even save yourself, so why are you trying to be someone's savior?"
He thought of how Zuo Shu's overflowing compassion had caused them to be teased by that little girl Meng Ting, and he felt more and more that he should continue to be insensitive instead of worrying about the fate of these children.
Qu Mai stubbed out his cigarette and threw the butt into the trash can. He put his hands in his pockets and walked away humming an unknown tune.
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It seemed as if a dazzling sunlight shone on Yu Zhengqing's face. He rubbed his eyes and his head felt a little hazy. When the scene in front of him became clear, he was delighted to find thousands of Shihua employees sitting under the stage. They
Everyone looked at him with envy or admiration, and clapped excitedly.
Yu Zhengqing heard his slightly trembling voice: "Thank you, thank you everyone for your support. It is because of your company that Shihua can continue to grow and develop. In the future, I will work together with everyone..."
"Mr. Yu!" A voice suddenly interrupted him. Yu Zhengqing was horrified to find that the female reporter who had interviewed him stood up from the audience. She held the microphone high and said loudly: "I heard that you defrauded innocent people.
They were sold to the Hronks as goods, turning them into miserable laborers. Is this rumor true?"
Yu Zhengqing saw the employees in the audience looking at each other, and then looked at him with eyes full of suspicion and disgust. He looked at the aggressive reporter and pressed his hands tightly on the podium. "No, this is simply nonsense.
Talk, don’t talk nonsense here!”
"Are you still unwilling to admit it? Then please take a look at these photos." The female reporter in the audience suddenly raised her hand, and countless photos fell from the air. Some photos hit him directly in the face.
, briefly blindfolded him.
Yu Zhengqing lowered his head in panic, looking at the familiar faces in the photos. They were all workers secretly sent to Hronke by Shihua, and even some seven or eight-year-old children were among them. Each of them
They were all covered in bruises and skinny bones. They seemed to be looking at themselves with despairing and sad eyes. However, after a moment, those photos seemed to come alive, and the eyes of those people gradually became extremely malicious.
Yu Zhengqing threw away the photo in his hand in a panic, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "These are all fake, they deliberately forged them! They have bad intentions and want to slander me and Shihua!"
Those photos were as dense as snowflakes piled on the ground. Shihua's employees bent down to pick up the photos. They gathered in twos and threes, pointed at the people in the photos and whispered to each other. Then, they all looked at Yu Zhengqing in unison.
They all showed contempt.
"You are a liar and a scumbag!" the employees shouted in unison.
"No, they want to slander me! You have to believe me!" Yu Zhengqing took two steps back in embarrassment and accidentally fell to the ground.
The female reporter jumped onto the stage and put the microphone to his mouth. "Mr. Yu, please give us an explanation!"
Yu Zhengqing quickly shouted: "Where's the security guard? Security guard! Get this crazy woman out of here!"
Several strong men in security uniforms came over. Yu Zhengqing pointed at the angry female reporter and said in a trembling voice: "Get her out, quickly!"
Several security guards pulled Yu Zhengqing up from the ground with dignity. Yu Zhengqing suddenly felt a chill on his wrists. He lowered his head in panic and found that there was already a pair of handcuffs on his hands.
The faces and clothes of the security guards suddenly changed. They looked at him indifferently and said sternly: "Mr. Yu, you are suspected of fraud and labor trafficking. Please come with us."
"No, this is all a misunderstanding. You must have made a mistake!" Yu Zheng shouted in a panic, "Don't arrest me! Don't arrest me!"
"Don't catch me, don't catch me..." Yu Zhengqing murmured and sat up from the bed suddenly. He opened his eyes and looked around his room in panic, only then did he realize that he had just had a nightmare.
.
His hands were cold and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He patted his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief. "It's a dream. Fortunately, it's a dream..."
The door was suddenly pushed open, and a young man walked in and asked with concern: "Dad, what's going on? Do you have a nightmare?"
Yu Zhengqing patted his head and tried to wake himself up. He looked at his son and said, "Yes, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I was chased all over the street by several big wolf dogs." He squeezed.
Put on a smile and try your best to appear relaxed.
Yu Zhengqing's son sat on the edge of his bed and said, "Dad, why do you look so bad? Are you sick? Why don't you take a day off tomorrow and rest at home."
Yu Zhengqing smiled and said: "How can I get sick so easily? It's just that I'm older and I look a little more haggard than before. This is normal." He took out a few tissues from the bedside table and wiped his face.
