Save the tragic villain in progress!

Jiang Weimian lay on the chair in the Internet cafe and accidentally fell asleep.

He had a fragmented and vague dream, distant and ethereal.It was like a hand with well-knit bones wiped away the mist on the glass window, the scene outside was finally clear, and even the long-lasting memories of the past were finally rediscovered.

Jiang Weimian didn't live on campus when he was in high school, and often went to and from school by himself, passing a street full of people every day.There is lively and noisy, bustling and dilapidated coexist.People in bright clothes often come here to hang out in the mall, but there are many children of unknown origin selling flowers in the cold and windy streets.

A basket full of cheap plastic roses, priced at [-] yuan each, was priced at [-] yuan each.They shuttled through the streets, begging young men and women passing by to buy one, and chasing after them like worms, annoying people.

Jiang Weimian often plays truant from school, for no other reason, he gets sleepy too easily during class.He was wearing a tracksuit, with a black shoulder bag slung across his back, his hands in his coat pockets, his face was always expressionless, and he looked like he was not close to strangers.

But there was someone who was not afraid of death and hugged his leg: "Brother, brother, buy a flower and give it to your girlfriend."

Jiang Weimian hated little kids, frowned and pulled the other away: "I don't have a girlfriend."

The other party hugged his leg and said persistently: "Brother, brother, buy a flower, or give it to your boyfriend."

"..."

Jiang Weimian paused, and the fist in his pocket hardened immediately.He frowned and looked at the child who was hugging him and not letting go, and found that the child looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, but had a kind of philistine cunning that didn't match his age.His face is dirty, his eyes are dark and beautiful, but his arms and legs are thin, like malnutrition.

"Don't buy it, go away."

Jiang Weimian only said these four words, and wanted to leave, but the other party was stalking, tears pattered: "Brother, my grandma is sick, please buy a flower, I want to earn money to treat her sick."

The child is a natural good actor, tears fall as soon as he speaks, and he cries with sincerity. No one will doubt the authenticity of his words, because they always think that the child will not lie.

Jiang Weimian didn't believe it at all, but he didn't have a heart of stone, so he finally let go, frowned and asked, "How much?"

The little boy made a pitiful ten: "Ten yuan."

Jiang Weimian happened to have some in his pocket, so he took out ten yuan bills and threw them into the basket, without taking any flowers, and left.The boy finally let him go and set his sights on someone else.

However, when Jiang Weimian was ill, not only could he not remember things, he would even forget the way home.Ten minutes later, he reappeared at this intersection.Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, he frowned, remained silent for a moment, and finally chose to find a bench by the side of the road to sit down.

When navigation is not yet popular, don't panic when you encounter this kind of thing.According to Jiang Weimian's experience, he should be able to remember in another 10 minutes, there is no need to bother his divorced and separated parents, let alone the police uncle.

But suffering from this strange disease of lethargy and forgetfulness at a young age, no one would be in a good mood.

Jiang Weimian closed his eyes and buried his face in his palms, his mind went blank, that pale and powerless feeling was accompanied by a deep fear.It is not easy to detect, but it also penetrates into the bone marrow.

He can't remember things and tends to forget everything.

This also makes Jiang Weimian look like a freak in the eyes of outsiders, because he doesn't like to talk to people, let alone make friends, he always walks alone, like a gust of wind, people can't catch traces.

Since sooner or later you have to forget, then don't remember anything at all.

It's just that Jiang Weimian's recovery of memory was a little slow this time, and he still didn't remember it when it was dark.Just when he was about to call his parents, a pair of dirty shoes suddenly appeared in his sight, and at the same time, a familiar voice sounded in his ear: "Brother, brother, buy some flowers and give them to your daughter." friend."

"..."

Jiang Weimian looked up blankly, only to find that it was the child he met this afternoon.The other party didn't seem to recognize him, and kept passing the flower basket in front of his eyes: "Brother, look at how beautiful these flowers are. It only costs 15 yuan a branch."

"..."

Jiang Weimian knew that he was a little liar as soon as he guessed, raised his hand and waved the flower basket, and asked aloud: "Didn't you pay ten yuan a branch just now?"

The little liar was taken aback when he heard the words, then blinked his beautiful eyes slowly, and stammered: "It's... It's getting dark, and the price has increased."

Jiang Weimian stared at him expressionlessly, without speaking.

Seeing this, the little liar was also a little embarrassed, and finally walked away with three steps.

Jiang Weimian kept staring at him, and found that the little liar seemed to be eyeing a new target, and kept pestering that chubby rich man to buy flowers.As a result, the other party had a bad temper, and kicked him to the ground with a heart-warming foot: "Damn it, where did you come from! Get out of here! Believe it or not!"

The little liar fell to the ground, and the flowers in the flower basket were scattered all over the floor.He clutched his stomach and fell to the ground, pale and shrunk into a ball.

Seeing this, Jiang Weimian frowned, thinking that he really deserved it.He waited for the little liar to stand up by himself, but the other party maintained that position, motionless.The surrounding crowd came and went, casting strange glances at him, but no one stopped.

Seeing this, Jiang Weimian moved the toe of his shoe, and finally got up from the bench by the side of the road, strode to the side of the little liar.He lifted him up from the ground, frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"

The little liar was as thin as a hemp stick, and his arms were so thin that only bones remained.On a cold autumn night, he was wearing a dirty and ill-fitting short-sleeved T-shirt, and his skin was cold, like a refugee.

Hearing Jiang Weimian's words, he clutched his stomach tightly and didn't say anything.The black hair fell on the pale face, and after a long while, he finally uttered a weak word in a trembling voice: "It hurts..."

Jiang Weimian opened his clothes and found a purple bruise on the other person's sunken belly, so thin, he couldn't help but frowned: "Where are your parents? Do you have a phone number?"

The little liar was silent.

Jiang Weimian asked again: "Where are your parents?"

The little liar remained silent.

Seeing this, Jiang Weimian could only help him up from the ground and let him sit on the steps.Then through the heavy traffic, I went to the pharmacy across the road and bought an anti-swelling ointment.When he came back, he saw the little liar clutching his belly, squatting on the ground to pick up those scattered plastic flowers.

There were two or three flower sellers next to him, and when they passed by him, they shouted in one voice: "Ah Xing, you are out of luck, you haven't sold all the flowers, uncle will definitely beat you."

"You're going to be hungry again tonight."

There are many flower kids nearby.They are of different ages and genders, the oldest is 15 years old, and the youngest is only seven years old.The only similarity is that the plastic roses in the baskets come from the same wholesale market and come from the same man.

They called the man "Uncle."

Jiang Weimian was keenly aware of something, and paused slightly.Those children quickly dispersed and went to other places, leaving only the little liar behind.

A plastic rose just rolled down at Jiang Weimian's feet, he bent over slowly, picked it up, and then gently threw it into the flower basket.

Little Liar sat on the steps, huddled in the cold wind.He clutched his stomach, looked up at Jiang Weimian in a daze, his eyelashes were thick and long, and his pupils were black and bright, but at this moment, he didn't see the cleverness of selling flowers, which only made people feel embarrassed.

"..."

Jiang Weimian and him stared at each other quietly for a few seconds, and finally looked away in frustration, and sat down on the dark night street.He took off his black messenger bag, threw it aside casually, then unzipped it, and put his school uniform jacket on the little liar: "How old are you?"

The jacket carried residual warmth, isolated from the cold wind blowing on the face, and finally enveloped a bit of warmth.

The little liar raised his hand in confusion, hesitantly made a gesture of fifteen: "I forgot..."

He was malnourished and looked to be in his early teens.

Jiang Weimian seemed to sneer, turned his head away, and looked at the rolling traffic on the opposite side: "This is the first time I meet someone with a worse memory than me."

He handed the ointment to the little liar, and asked him to apply it himself. He accidentally saw the flower basket in his hand, and picked up the five plastic fake flowers left in it: "It's getting dark, why don't you go home?"

The little liar finally spoke, in a low voice: "Uncle will beat me if the flowers are not sold out."

Jiang Weimian remembered that there seemed to be many flower children nearby, so he couldn't help frowning: "Where are your parents?"

The little liar shook his head: "I don't have parents, I'm a wild child, my uncle told me to earn money."

Jiang Weimian: "Who is uncle?"

The little liar couldn't explain why, and stared down at the tip of his shoe: "Uncle is uncle."

Jiang Weimian didn't speak, and took out 50 yuan from his pocket and handed it to the little liar: "It's getting dark, hurry home."

The little liar didn't take the money, he was a little embarrassed, he lowered his head and whispered: "You have a lot of pocket money, your parents are so kind to you."

Jiang Weimian's parents have been divorced and separated for ten years. Although they don't see each other often, they have enough pocket money.He sat lazily on the side of the road and stretched his legs: "Money is good, but there are some things that cannot be bought with money."

The little liar had never read a book, so he subconsciously asked, "What?"

"memory……"

Jiang Weimian said: "Money can't buy your memory..."

He paused for a while, and suddenly realized that he had talked too much with a stranger today, and it really shouldn't be.Paipai stood up from the ground, threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, and was ready to go home.When passing by the little boy, he knocked on the head and dropped a brand new 50 yuan note.

Jiang Weimian didn't look back, put his hands in his pockets, and walked freely and simply.The little liar sat on the steps, clutching ointment and banknotes in his hands, staring at Jiang Weimian's back for a long, long time in the brightly lit night.

Later, every time Jiang Weimian came home from school, he would see that little liar.The other party didn't pester him to buy flowers any more, but just followed him like an idiot carrying a flower basket.

One day, ten days, 30 days.

Jiang Weimian didn't bother to care about it at first, but finally couldn't help it, and looked back at the other party: "Why are you following me?"

The little liar held the flower basket in both hands, blinked his eyes: "You don't know the way, I'm afraid you might get lost."

He discovered that Jiang Weimian would circle around the same place for a long time after school every day, and it was only after dark that he walked to the station on the opposite street to take a bus as if he remembered something.Sometimes he also likes to sit on the bench by the roadside in a daze, and then falls asleep in a daze. Many thieves and pickpockets on the roadside are staring at his schoolbag.

"Don't worry about it."

Jiang Weimian frowned, and was about to leave, but just two steps away, he heard the little liar shouting from behind: "You went wrong, the bus station is on the right."

He seemed to replace Jiang Weimian's lost memory, and reminded him aloud: "You are going to the bus station opposite, take the No. [-] bus."

Hearing this, Jiang Weimian paused slightly, and looked back at him again, only to see that the little liar was still wearing that dirty short-sleeved T-shirt, and a blue and white striped school uniform jacket, because it was too big, it was inevitable funny.

Jiang Weimian slowly inserted his hands into the pockets of his trousers, staring at the other party expressionlessly.The little liar took a step back somewhat helplessly, but did not leave.

Jiang Weimian asked him, "You don't sell flowers?"

The little liar tilted his head and looked away: "I'll sell it later."

Jiang Weimian didn't leave, but found a bench by the side of the road and sat down. Anyway, there was no one at home, and no one cared if he went back or not.He patted the seat next to him, motioned for the little liar to sit over, and at the same time handed him a handful of candies in his schoolbag: "Have you ever been to school?"

He got an expected answer.

"No."

The little liar was eating candy, sat happily beside Jiang Weimian, carefully placed his flower basket by his feet, looked at his schoolbag with some envy: "I have no money."

It is rare for Jiang Weimian to have the patience to chat with him: "Do you miss studying?"

The little liar nodded, then shook his head, looking conflicted.

Jiang Weimian took out a pen and exercise paper from his schoolbag, and asked aloud, "What's your name?"

"A Xing," the little liar approached him cautiously, his eyes were brighter than the stars in the dark night, and repeated in a low voice: "My name is A Xing."

Jiang Weimian: "No surname?"

Little liar: "No, my name is A Xing, do you want to help me choose a new name?"

Hearing this, Jiang Weimian moved his wrist lightly, and directly wrote two beautiful and neat words on the exercise paper.Then put the pen into Ah Xing's hand, squeezed his wrist and taught him stroke by stroke: "This is your name, Ah, Xing...can you write it?"

The little liar was so nervous that his hands were shaking, and he wrote two crooked words on the paper.Seeing this, Jiang Weimian let out a low laugh, and came to a conclusion: "It's really ugly, crawling like a dog."

The little liar blinked and looked at him helplessly.

Jiang Weimian: "The pen and paper are given to you, just practice more in the future."

His so-called "paper" is actually a practice paper that has been graded after the exam. The little liar saw a bright red 147 written on the score column, and couldn't help touching it: "Why do you play truant every day and still get such good grades?" ?”

Jiang Weimian raised his eyebrows: "Who told you I played truant?"

The little liar pursed his lips and lowered his head: "Brother Xiaozhi and the others said it. They said that high school students leave school late, and you go home every afternoon, so you must have skipped class."

Jiang Weimian slapped him on the head: "Whoever said truant can't get good grades, I can remember everything the teacher said."

The little liar covered his head, a little aggrieved: "Then why can't you remember the way home?"

Jiang Weimian paused slightly when he heard the words, and didn't speak for a long time.He slowly rolled up the exercise paper in his hand, forming traces one by one, and said after a while: "...I can't remember what I want to remember."

parents, relatives, friends,

His brain was cursed to never remember what really mattered.On the contrary, lifeless things like knowledge occupy most of my memories.

The little liar lowered his head and whispered, "What a strange disease..."

Jiang Weimian hummed: "It's quite strange."

The little liar raised his hand and patted his chest. The sleeves of the school uniform were wide, and half of them slipped off accidentally. He said a little embarrassedly, "If there is something you can't remember next time, just tell me, and I will remember it for you."

Seeing his serious face, Jiang Weimian inevitably wanted to laugh.However, with a casual glance, he saw the little liar's wrist, which was covered with bruises all over it. He frowned, held his wrist and asked, "Who hit him?"

The little liar hesitated and said nothing.

Jiang Weimian thought for a moment: "Your uncle?"

The little liar lowered his head and shook the toe of his shoe: "Uncle is not happy that my flowers are not sold out."

Jiang Weimian probably guessed something. There are actually many street children nearby, and there are special human traffickers who will adopt them and use them for money.

Jiang Weimian paused: "Have you never thought about leaving your uncle?"

The little liar looked at him blankly, and picked at the corner of his clothes: "But I only know uncle, and I have nothing to eat without uncle..."

He has not been to school and knows only a little about the world.He only understands the ugliness of the human heart, but he doesn't know the way to save himself, so he can only be trapped in a small cage and spend his days in a daze.

Jiang Weimian asked one last sentence: "How many children did your uncle raise?"

The little liar didn't get confused this time, and stretched out his hand for a thirteen: "Thirteen."

Thirteen children of different ages lived in a cramped room.No bed, no pillows, just a few beds of stinky cotton wool.They lie on the ground, huddled together for warmth, regardless of gender and season.

Jiang Weimian frowned: "Have you ever thought that your uncle may be a human trafficker, and your biological parents are still looking for you?"

The little liar was stunned for a moment: "Uncle said I was a wild child, I have no parents."

Jiang Weimian frowned slightly: "You didn't jump out of a crack in the rock, how could you be a wild child. You should go to study now instead of selling flowers on the street."

The little liar was stunned, and looked at Jiang Weimian at a loss, not knowing what to say for a long while.

And Jiang Weimian also suddenly realized that this matter was too complicated for the little liar, he raised his hand slowly, and tapped the other person's head: "Where do you live, I will take you home."

The little liar covered his head, his eyes sparkled, he looked a little happy, but also a little embarrassed. No one had ever told him to send him home: "But you don't know the way..."

After Jiang Weimian sent him home, what if he forgot his way home?

Jiang Weimian directly reached out and grabbed him from the chair: "So while I still remember, I will send you home quickly."

He made up his mind to call the police, and wanted to take the opportunity to find out where the trafficker lived.

The little liar hesitated for a moment, and finally took Jiang Weimian to his place.It was a slum hidden behind tall buildings, dilapidated and dirty.Jiang Weimian walked into the narrow alley, and was already surprised that such a place existed, but the little liar, as usual, took his hand to avoid the ditch on the ground carefully, and finally stopped at a house In front of the building.

"I live here."

The little liar probably also knows that this place is a bit shabby, and it is rare that it is a bit awkward.He quietly hid the flower basket behind him, and looked down at the ditch on the ground, where his and Jiang Weimian's reflections were clearly reflected.

Jiang Weimian asked, "Which floor do you live on?"

The little liar said: "The second floor, the innermost room."

Jiang Weimian thought for a while, then slowly squatted down, keeping his gaze level with him: "Little liar..."

The little liar was upset: "I have a name, I'm not a little liar."

Jiang Weimian wanted to call him a little liar: "You sell fake flowers every day to deceive people, what is it if you're not a little liar."

The little liar was even more unhappy, he lowered his head and kicked the gravel on the side of the road with the toe of his shoe, a little aggrieved: "Uncle forced me..."

Jiang Weimian was just joking, but he never thought that the little liar would take it seriously.He raised his hand and lightly placed his palm on the opponent's head, but this time he didn't hit him, but lightly rubbed him twice: "Let's call the police and let the police arrest him, shall we?"

The little liar looked at him in surprise: "Why?"

Jiang Weimian said calmly, "He broke the law and should go to jail."

The little liar's eyes were a little red: "Then what should I do alone, my uncle was taken away, and I am the only one left, I have neither father nor mother..."

He didn't even have a decent dress.

Jiang Weimian paused: "...I am the only one in my house, you can move in and live with me, as long as you don't lie to others in the future."

In a few years, Jiang Weimian will be able to go out to work and support himself. It should not be a big problem to raise another little liar. It would be great if he can help find the little liar's parents during the period.

Jiang Weimian looks cold, but he is actually a kind person.

The little liar was a little flattered when he heard the words, he picked the corner of his clothes with his fingertips awkwardly, and asked cautiously: "Really...Really?"

Jiang Weimian hummed.

The little liar's eyes lit up, and he nervously assured: "Then Ah Xing won't lie to anyone...he won't lie to anyone..."

They were so focused that they didn't notice that a man appeared by the window on the second floor at some point, staring at them with frowns.Jiang Weimian finally patted the little liar on the shoulder, signaling him to go upstairs and go home, while he left with his schoolbag on his back.

Jiang Weimian was thinking about calling the police, but he didn't notice behind him at all. After walking two steps, he suddenly realized that there was movement behind him.Looking back, I found that the little liar followed at some point.

Jiang Weimian felt helpless: "What are you following me for?"

The little liar stammered: "I... I'm afraid you forgot your way home..."

Jiang Weimian: "I will never forget."

Hearing the words, the little liar suddenly raised his finger and pointed at himself, cautiously, with a faint hope: "What about Ah Xing, don't forget about Ah Xing, okay?"

Jiang Weimian gave a rare smile: "Well, I won't forget."

He turned and left, his back gradually disappearing at the end of the alley.Ah Xing stood where he was, stared blankly for a long time, then turned and went upstairs.However, as soon as he opened the door and entered the room, there was a sharp pain in his scalp, and then he was grabbed by his hair and fell heavily on the ground: "Damn it! I said that you haven't sold a few flowers in the past two days. So I ran off to play with others!"

The small rental house was full of more than a dozen people.The only adult among them was the middle-aged man called Uncle.He grabbed Ah Xing's hair and dragged him into the living room, kicked him a few times in frustration, and then said: "Punish you not to have dinner today, and not to sell all the flowers tomorrow, see if I can't beat you to death!"

Ah Xing was kicked on the stomach again, and the back of the head was knocked somewhere, and the pain was dull, and he was dizzy for a while.He lay curled up on the floor, for the first time, he didn't covet the food in the bowls of other "brothers and sisters", but drowsily remembered what Jiang Weimian said just now.

Call the police……

Take the bad uncle away...

live with him...

You don't need to be beaten or starve, you can read and read...

From now on, he will never lie again, never sell flowers, never be a liar again...

There were more than a dozen children squatting in the corner of the living room, and each of them was holding a bowl filled with some rice.Uncle doesn't want them to eat too much, it's better to be thin so that they can pretend to be pitiful and trick others into buying flowers.

One pot meal, thirteen people share.

When they saw Ah Xing lying on the ground, they didn't dare to make a sound, they could only lower their heads and eat the rice in their own bowls in silence.

Among them, the oldest girl stood up hesitantly: "Uncle... Ah Xing seems a little uncomfortable..."

She is very thin, but she is in the development period, and she has all the curves she should have.The uncle who was drinking and eating barbecue glanced inadvertently, as if he had discovered some treasure, his eyes suddenly lit up, with a bit of obscenity: "Ah Xing is not feeling well, what do you want?"

The girl lowered her head, shrinking back in fear: "Uncle...let Ah Xing eat...he only ate one meal yesterday..."

"You really care about him." The uncle sneered, and suddenly put the wine bottle on the table, got up and pulled the girl into the room: "Come on, uncle will show you something nice."

The girl was ignorant, but she also felt afraid. She kept struggling and crying, but she still couldn't resist the man's brute force, and was forcibly dragged into the house.

Ah Xing didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly hugged the man's leg tightly, not letting him move, and shouted with all his strength: "You bad guy!"

The uncle paused when he heard the words, and tried hard to pull out his leg, but he couldn't pull it out, so he slapped him cursingly and said, "Little bastard, I'll give you food and clothes, how dare you fucking scold me, little boy?" White-eyed wolf!"

Ah Xing hugged his legs tightly, and shouted to a group of trembling children in the corner: "He is a human trafficker! He is a human trafficker! We have parents, we should go to school, we shouldn't be beaten and starved here!"

Regardless of the fists that rained down on his head, he endured the fishy sweetness in his throat, and shouted over and over again: "He is a human trafficker...he is a human trafficker..."

"We have parents...we are not wild children..."

"We're going to school...we can't lie..."

The man's fist became heavier and heavier, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

The night outside the window was dark, and the moon was hanging high in the sky. It seemed that he couldn't bear to witness the scene in front of him, and let the dark clouds cover his figure.

Later, the sky slowly dawned...

Later, a group of policemen rushed in here suddenly and cracked a case of child abduction...

There were a total of thirteen abducted children, twelve of whom were identified and found their lost parents, and one child was found dead in the rental house early in the morning...

He was lying on the ground covered in blood, his body was already stiff.

Jiang Weimian didn't go to school that morning. He saw the police rush into the rental house to arrest the traffickers, and walked around anxiously downstairs.Finally, after finally waiting for them to come out, he rushed forward and asked, "Officer Ye, where are those children? Is there anyone named Ah Xing?!"

In the cold morning wind, the leading police officer was silent for a moment, then shook his head apologetically.People came and went in the back, and the forensic doctor brought out a body bag.

"Dang--"

It was the sound of the schoolbag falling to the ground, and even the candy in the side pocket was scattered all over the floor.

The picture began to gradually blur again, like a sudden torrential rain, full of winding water marks.

Jiang Weimian was lying on the table in the Internet cafe, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and his whole body was stiff, as if he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't extricate himself.He finally woke up from his sleep, sat up straight in a hurry, touched it with his hand, but his face was covered with cold tears.

Jiang Weimian was rarely in such a panic, he was still in shock, his chest heaved and fluctuated, and even Wang Dabiao and others who were beside him looked over in surprise.

Only Shen Zuixing, with his head lazily supported, stretched out his hand and touched some tears on Jiang Weimian's face with his fingertips, then stuck out the tip of his tongue to taste it lightly: "Salty..."

Shen Zuixing was laughing, although no one knew what he was laughing at: "Jiang Weimian, you are crying."