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I walked into the lounge. In the middle of the bed, there was a little boy of about six or seven with his eyes closed, as if he were sleeping.

He looked exactly the same as that person.

However, the moment he touched him, he opened his eyes vigilantly as if he was electrocuted. But after seeing it was me, I slowly regained my composure.

He called out to me gently, and the frown between his eyebrows finally eased. He looked at me, his small face unable to hide his happiness.

He reached out to me for a hug.

I reached over and picked him up. He rested his head on my shoulder and whispered into my ear, "Auntie, let's go to another room to talk. The children here are all asleep. If we speak, we'll disturb others."

He was extremely sensible and had always been like this since he was young. Within his tiny body, there was a soul that was beyond his age.

He was very much like that man.

Not only was his behavior very similar, his looks were even more so. His eyes were full of heroic spirit, his nose was high, and his brows were long and thick. He looked just like a young adult.

It was the smaller version of the man.

I carried him out of the room, back to the outer room, and set him on the floor.

Almost half a year had passed since their last meeting. The child's growth was extremely fast, and it felt as if he was a head taller than the last time they met.

But he was still so thin, a big boy, and he had a frail body.

Ninety-nine had a congenital heart attack, which was discovered when he was three years old. From then on, he began a long, tormenting life, and the doctor said that he could not have a heart transplant until he was eighteen years old. Until then, his life was in danger.

At such a young age, I've always had a bomb in my heart, and it's all my fault.

Thinking about this, I wanted to cry.

"Auntie Lu." Xiao Jiu looked behind me and asked, "Did Uncle Peng not come?"

I shook my head. "He was busy today and couldn't come."

He nodded and suddenly got up. He took a picture book from the bookshelf behind me and placed it in my hands. "This is for you."

Curious, I opened it. Each page was filled with pictures drawn by young brushes.

Looking through the pages, it seemed like a continuous stream of stories.

It's about the years I've known Jiujiu, and the times I visited him in the orphanage.

In that book, he drew me like an angel falling from the sky, gave the orphanage light, gave him joy, accompanied him to grow up.

Only then did I know that in his heart, I was actually so great.

But I also know that I am far from being able to afford such greatness.

I'm not a good person at all. He was not qualified to be compared to an angel.

If I were a good person, I wouldn't abandon my own son to an orphanage. I wouldn't let this sickly and tortured boy spend this lonely night alone.

Even …

I didn't even have the ability to recognize him.

"Auntie Lu, I know you live abroad, this is for you." He handed me a slip of paper with a string of numbers on it.

"I can use my computer every Saturday in the future. I applied for a WeChat account for myself last week. In the future, if you can't come see me, we can video every week, okay?"

Looking at the eager eyes of the child, I felt very upset, and sadly lowered my eyes, lips moving but unable to say a word.

Perhaps my absent-mindedness let the child think too much, he is very sensitive, this is very similar to me.

"No," he said.

"Auntie." It doesn't matter if you don't want to, I'm just saying it casually … " He was still too young. Even though he tried his best to suppress his depression, his performance was still too obvious.

"I know, I have a weird personality, I'm not as likeable as the other children. The dean said that the older I am, the more isolated I become, and if I don't change my personality, she said that when I'm ten years old, I won't be able to find a foster family to support me anymore."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. The more he spoke, the more uncomfortable his words became.

"So, Auntie Lu doesn't like me either, right … It doesn't matter... Even if Auntie Lu doesn't like 99% of it, 99% still like Auntie Lu … "

As I listened to the boy talking to himself, as well as to me, I felt a terrible pain in my heart.

"No." I couldn't help but rush over and hug him, hugging him tightly in my arms for a long, long time.

"Auntie likes you. In the whole orphanage, auntie only likes you."

His small cheeks lifted innocently and his clear eyes stared at me, sincere and precious.

"Then why can't Auntie bring home 99%? Auntie likes 99%, right?"

In the orphanage, every child hopes that his family will bring him home, that he will have fatherly and maternal love, that he will have his own love.

Therefore, their self-knowledge was that if someone liked them, they should bring them home.

Why wouldn't I want to take him home? This child is my own flesh and blood, but when I take him home, I take him to the fire pit.

"Jiu Jiu, auntie has her aunt's difficulties. You're still young, so when you grow up, you'll understand. "

Jiu Jiu suddenly stopped talking. He walked up to the bookshelf by himself and quietly read a book.

I looked at him, my heart pounding with pain and pain.

But I can't be soft-hearted now. Once I'm soft-hearted, the consequences will be unthinkable.

After so many years, he couldn't afford to ruin such a critical juncture.

"Ninety-nine." I walked over, squatted beside him, and stroked his fluffy little head. "Auntie has moved back to the Mu City to live here. From now on, auntie can come visit you every week without using any videos."

There was a flash of light in his dark eyes, and he stood up and looked at me with the corner of his mouth.

"Really? Can you come to see me every week? "

I smiled and nodded.

He stretched out his little finger and said, "Then you and I will pull the hook. If you pull the hook, then you are not allowed to lie!"

I reach out and join his fingers.

"Hang him on the hook for a hundred years, don't change!"

Leaving the orphanage, my heart felt like it was filled with acid and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

Actually, every time I see Jiujiu leave here, I feel the same way.

I wonder if I can wait until the day I bring him out. I wonder if he will hate me after he knows everything.

I'm not qualified to be his mother.

Sighing, I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed Peng Haobai's number.

The reason why he didn't come to the orphanage with me today is because he received a phone call saying that there was a matter at perfumery that required him to rush over.

It was almost afternoon, and he wanted to ask if everything was done. He could go to dinner together after he was done.

However, he was unable to get through to her after calling her several times.

Probably busy.

Just as he was about to turn off his phone, he suddenly saw several software programs popping out of the window at the same time. The topic was all about one thing.

"perfumery's junior Owner has been ambushed. Their whereabouts are unknown.

My head thumped.

Ye Zichen quickly turned on the video. What a coincidence! Someone had just happened to take this video and post it online. The events that happened less than three hours ago had already reached hundreds of millions of people.

I clutched at my heart and slowly read on.

The victim in the video was not wrong, Peng Haobai. He was kidnapped, and his kidnappers …

I read and reread it several times, if I was not mistaken.

The word engraved on the blade was' He '.

It was He Fang's blade.

It was Mu Huainan's men who kidnapped Peng Haobai.

Mu Huainan.

It was the first time in what must have been seven years that I'd faced the name so formally, and my head thumped.

Sure enough, so many years have passed, and I'm still as useless as before. Just thinking of his name makes my entire body tremble.

This should be a good omen for my miserable future.

As soon as we returned to our country, Mu Huainan kidnapped Peng Haobai. I think I know what he did for a living.

I was so mad that I wanted to escape. He tried to stop me without batting an eyelid, but in the end, Peng Haobai saved me, and I had no one to rely on, so I could only continue to move forward without stopping.

He could really play with me and clap my hands for no reason at all. The place I'd promised I wouldn't go back to, but now, I reached for a car, my voice trembling, and gave the address.

The driver was a warm-hearted person, he heard that the company I was going to work for was owned by Mu Huainan, and he told me that with good intentions.

"Miss, what are you doing there? You must be from a foreign land. Don't you know that the headquarters of Mu Group were bombed two days ago?"

I almost bounced up and sat up straight. "What did you say?" Explosions? Was it the company building? "Are the people inside hurt?"

The driver's eyes were calm as he gently turned the steering wheel.

"Don't get too excited miss, it was just an explosion in the underground parking lot. I heard that it only destroyed a few cars of Mu Huainan's. Although no one is injured, the losses are really heavy. "

I nodded.

"Did you find anything?" What caused the explosion? "

"The news reports said that it was an accident caused by an oil leak, but ah …" The driver was honest, he did not hide anything, "How can such a high-class car leak out just like that, someone must have done it on purpose. Mu Group has sealed off the entire area, we're investigating it right now."

No wonder the driver was so surprised when I said I was going there.

"Miss, are you still going to go to Mu Group?"

I thought about it and shook my head.

Since there was no one in the corporation, Mu Huainan should not be able to find him in the villa complex at this critical moment.

I told the driver.

"To He An Street."

At the name, I saw the driver's hands tremble.

"Miss, what are you doing there …"

I know what he is worried about, He An Street. The entire street is filled with people from He An Fang, who had long since been bought by the Old Owner.

He was an ordinary driver, and he must have been scared to go there.

"It's alright. You can stop at the street corner and I'll go in myself."

The driver turned the car around hesitantly and set off down the Rue de la Rue de la République.

"Miss, since you know He An Street is a dark street, why are you still going?"

I just said, "Find someone."

"Hai." The driver thought for a moment and sighed. "But that group of people has kept order all these years. After all, this is a society governed by the rule of law. They should be more or less wary of the gun in the policeman's arms."

I fell silent and looked out the window, where the leaves had fallen.

The old driver was still talking, "Girl, I'll give you my cell phone number. If you encounter any danger inside, give me a call. I'll call the police for you!"

I was touched by the driver's enthusiasm. I took his card and continued to look out the window.

It's been seven years and the Mu City still looks the same. The entire city is silent and I can see their feet on the ground, beside them are broken leaves.

Seven years ago I was mad enough to run away, and seven years later I finally had to come back to see him.

Mu Huainan, will I never be able to escape the palm of your hand?