"Hey...hey, be gentle, young man, my old bones can't stand your grasp."
Qin Feng was in a hurry, but he couldn't control the strength of his hand. He grabbed the old man and screamed strangely. When Qin Feng reacted and let go of his hand, there were already several red fingerprints on the old man's forearm.
"I said you want to kill someone? No wonder you have the guts to take a dog and walk all over the railway line, and you are so strong in love?"
The old man grinned and rubbed his forearms. He knew the nature of those scavengers. They were scavengers when there were a lot of people. When someone was alone, he might try to rob someone on the road.
"Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."
Qin Feng apologized profusely, and put his right hand into his backpack again. When he took it out, there was another pack of Hongtashan. As the saying goes, it is not strange to be polite to many people. Qin Feng sent out two cigarettes alone along the way.
That’s it.
"Uncle, look, this is my sister. Have you seen her?" Along with the cigarette, there was a portrait of a little girl. This was drawn by Qin Feng based on his own memory. He felt that he could have a relationship with his sister.
Eighty-nine points similar.
"Young man, I understand your mood. Don't be so impulsive next time."
Seeing another pack of cigarettes stuffed into his pocket, the old man's anger had long since disappeared without a trace. He took out one from the Hongtashan that he had just opened, sniffed it, stuffed it back, and took it out.
A large front door was lit for myself.
"Hey, I seem to have some impression of the girl in your painting."
After taking a nice puff of cigarette, the old man looked at the portrait, nodded and said: "It must have been the winter four years ago, right? I can't remember the month, but it seems that the New Year was not yet celebrated...
I went out to pick up coal and saw a girl getting off a flatbed truck. There seemed to be blood on her face. I wanted to call her, but the girl kept crying and walked out of the station. I...I didn't
catch up.
By the way, that train seems to be the one over there. You see it’s so far away from me. It’s too late for me to catch up..."
As he spoke, the old man pointed at the train waiting to be arranged in the distance. Looking along his finger, Qin Feng discovered that it was the train he had been chasing all the way.
In the train freight station, coal is undoubtedly the most transported item. Those who live next to the freight station do not need to spend money to burn coal. The so-called picking up actually means pulling it directly from the car with a rake.
First of all, the old man was pulling coal when he came. Secondly, he was a little far away from the flatbed train, with three railroad tracks in between. In addition, he often saw some children climbing on the train, so although he felt a little strange, he didn't pursue him.
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"Yes... it's Jia Jia!" Qin Feng, who suppressed his excitement, shouted loudly, "Yes, it must be Jia Jia!"
According to what the old man said about the time train and the image of the little girl, it must be Qin Jia. After searching hard for his sister for several years, Qin Feng finally got some information about his sister's whereabouts.
It's no wonder that Liu Zimo and others failed to find Qin Jia that year. After all, there are not even a thousand but eight hundred small factories like this along the railway line. They are almost everywhere. Otherwise, Qin Feng would not have walked half of the hundreds of kilometers.
Many months.
"Young man, is this really your sister? I said, why are you so careless? Hey, hey, be gentle, please be gentle!" The old man scolded Qin Feng, but before he could finish his words, his arm hurt again.
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"Uncle, you...do you know where she went?" Qin Feng got excited and almost broke the old man's arm. The old man shouted in pain.
Perhaps because he took two packs of cigarettes from Qin Feng, or because he felt guilty for not stopping the little girl at that time, the old man didn't let Qin Feng let go, and said: "This... I really don't know.
, the town is right out there, it’s connected in all directions, who knows where she will go?”
"Uncle, thank you, thank you very much!"
Qin Feng didn't bother to fill the kettle with water, whistled in his mouth, and rushed out of the concierge. The rhubarb that was soaking in the water tank in the yard suddenly jumped out. He trembled when he ran out and shook off the old man.
There were drops of water on his face.
The train freight yard is no better than the passenger terminal. Except for the ticket gate, there are walls around it for nearly one kilometer. You can enter and exit the freight yard from almost anywhere. In the direction the old man pointed, there is a big road.
There were not many people on the road, and there were no shops. After walking along the road for about five minutes, Qin Feng came across an intersection. The direction to Beijing and Tianjin was clearly marked on it, but it was a national highway.
"Damn it, even if I ask people one by one, I still want to find out the whereabouts of my sister."
Gritting his teeth, Qin Feng walked in one direction. There were some restaurants on the national highway for drivers to stay and eat. If his sister had appeared, I believe someone would have seen her.
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"Uncle, did you meet a little girl a few years ago?"
"Sister, did a little girl come here four years ago?"
"Brother, look at this portrait. Have you seen this girl?"
Qin Feng walked along the long national highway and entered every restaurant or inn full of hope, but every time he came out, his face was full of disappointment.
Two days later, Qin Feng almost walked from Jintian City to the capital, but he still didn't get any news about his sister. Unwilling to give up, Qin Feng returned to the intersection and walked in the direction of Jintian City.
Similarly, when Qin Feng stood next to the lively Haihe River in Jintian City, he still could not find out the whereabouts of his sister. It seemed that Qin Jia disappeared from the intersection. There were so many restaurants along the way, but no one had seen his sister.
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Qin Feng also once doubted whether his sister had a car accident there, but after asking many people, there was no incident where the little girl was hit by a car four years ago. This also made Qin Feng feel relieved. At least... his sister was still alive!
"Could it be that...my sister was taken away by a passing vehicle?"
Standing on the bustling street, a thought flashed through Qin Feng's mind, and he became powerless. If that were the case, he would be looking for a needle in a haystack, and it would be difficult to find his sister.
"Jiajia would have been eight years old at that time. He should be able to remember me and post a missing person notice in the newspaper. Yes, that's it!"
In the late 1990s, although the Internet already existed, it was far less comprehensive than newspapers. Thinking of this, Qin Feng did not go to Xie Xuan and Li Tianyuan, but went directly to the daily newspaper in Jintian.
Posting a missing person notice does not require complicated procedures, and is usually charged per word. Qin Feng wrote an advertisement of more than 20 words, which cost more than 200 yuan, and required it to be published for ten consecutive days.
Of course, Qin Feng, who had read the newspaper sample, really doubted whether the tofu-sized missing person notice could really be seen by his sister or the person who adopted her.
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