I stayed in Hai city for one night and planned to take the next day's bus to return
to Liang city.
In the evening, I had insomnia in the hotel.
the scenes of the past fewer years were replayed like a street lamp in my mind.
Fourteen years ago, my father was the vice mayor of Liang City, and he played
an important role in the political arena of Liang City.
As we all knew that the big tree will suffer more. When my father had more
power, he will be hatred by more people. Enemy in the political arena will do
anything to achieve their goals at all costs!"
When I was six years old, my sister (who was five years older than ) and I was
kidnapped by a group of people. We were trapped in a small hotel for two days,
then my sister and I jump out of the window to save a life. But my sister’s leg was
broken during the process. I cried in horror and the crying alard the robbers.
Then we were caught again, they beaten us severely. My sister even lost her
consciousness and had a high fever of more than 40 degrees.
Later, I was abducted and sold to a remote mountain village in the northwest.
But my sister is nowhere to be found......
The family that bought was live in the ditch, they lived in the dilapidated
house, the couple had married for more than ten years, but they did not have a
child, thus they collected 8,000 yuan to buy from the traffickers.
I tried to escape after being abducted. I hided in the mountains for a day and a
night. When my adoptive parents found , they beaten heavily. There, I
need to do farm work and I need work on the ground. I have no warm clothes all
year round, and my food is invariable potato stead bun. Even now I remind
that kind of life, I am all trembling!
We will know so of the sufferings only after suffering it, if I had never lived in
the ditch, I may still be a greenhouse flower, and could not stand a bit of
suffering.
When I was ten years old, the son of our widow neighbor ca back from big city
and he bought a mobile phone. I took the opportunity to call 110 secretly that
mobile phone.
Finally, I was rescued!
Sotis, I think life is joking with . When I waited my parents in the police
station,they had a car accident on the highway and then died after ineffective
rescue.
I cried for several days after hearing the sad news, and I blad myself for killing
them.
If they did not co to pick up, they would not die.
At their funeral, I swore that I would find my sister and find out who had
kidnapped us, and
then I would never let that person go!
Now fourteen years has passed, all the evidence is gone. The Public Security
Bureau is just pay lip service. As for my sister's whereabouts, it's like looking for
a needle in a haystack.
I always pay attention to the cases of abduction and trafficking uncovered in
recent years.
I don't let any trace go. I believe my sister must be alive.
But today, the woman who broke her leg gave a heavy punch to ! My sister
was 11 years old when she was abducted. At that ti, she had a high fever and
had lost her consciousness and her leg was broken. Traffickers can't treat her
kindly, so is she still alive?
Even if she was alive, would she break her leg by others and beg in the street
now?
Or, as for her age, it's most likely to be sold to n as wives. I've heard that
so girl would be sold to remote areas to have children for man at the age of
thirteen or fourteen.
The more I think about it, the more frightened I am. Finally, I huddle up and hide
in the quilt......
In the evening, I dread of that woman who had broken her leg. Her face
turned into my sister’s. She looked at resentfully and accused of not
saving her, thus her leg had been amputated by others.
I woke up from my sleep with scream in horror.
"I can't wait any longer. I can't waste any more ti. I want to save her. I hurt her.
If I did not cry at that ti, we couldn't be caught." I opened the quilt and took out
my cell phone from my bag, then I found Katherine's phone number in my
address book.
"Katherine, please send your uncle's telephone number to . I have sothing
to do with him."
Wayne Gilbert, only he can help ......
My whole body feel weak, and I was very confused.
And the words---Wayne Gilbert are like a floating wood when I was drowning......
Suddenly, I found that everything was not important, even the pride, self-esteem,
face or even body was not important. if I could find my sister, I don't care if I sell
my dirty body.
"Ah, Lydia, are you kidding . You want my uncle's phone in the middle of the
night. Are you not dreaming and creaming in the evening?"
"Katherine, I need his help."
Then Katherine sent Wayne Gilbert’s phone to my mobile phone. Looking at this
unfamiliar phone numbers, I saw a glimr of at once.
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