When Dong Bao's mother, who had been immersed in her own world, heard the words "detective", the veins on her temples twitched and she suddenly woke up. She was like a drowning person who suddenly saw a straw. Regardless of whether it could save her life or not, she had to hold on tightly to it.
She doesn't have time to get up. Maybe she doesn't have the strength to get up. She almost crawls over and grabs Ning Shu's clothes, "Are you a detective? Yes, yes, I must be! You are here to help me … Please help me. Dong Bao has never left me for so many days since he was born. He must be missing me every day and calling me to save him every day. Detective, I beg you, please save my child. I, I am willing to be your slave for the rest of my life! "
Her forehead hits the ground. Ning Shu can't bear to see her like this. She hurriedly helps her up. Lin Luoran thought that she couldn't help her alone and wanted to ask Huimo to help her. However, she didn't expect that the woman in front of her is so strong that she can move her easily. Lin Luoran then sees that she has fainted.
Every day when she misses her child, Lin Luoran has already exhausted all her strength.
Several neighbors hurriedly help to carry Dong Bao's mother into the house. The aunt who talked to Huimo just now warmly goes home to cook hot porridge for Dong Bao's mother. She also helps her tidy up her body. After that, she goes back home with sweat all over her body.
Looking at Dong Bao's mother, Ning Shu can't help but think of her own mother. She hid thousands of secrets in her heart. She suffered a lot but didn't tell them anything. She even proposed to divorce and wanted to use herself to block the disaster for her family. Ning Shu's eyes are filled with tears. She turns her head and blinks her eyes quickly.
Dong Bao's mother didn't eat rice today. After drinking the hot porridge, she quickly regains a little strength. She leans on the edge of the bed. Her hands, which are rough and deformed because of years of work, are unconsciously rubbing back and forth. It seems that she is missing the days when her hands used to hold another pair of white and tender hands.
Her lips trembled, and before she could say anything, two streams of tears had already rolled down her cheeks. "He only said for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea … and went out to find his best friend to play for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea …"
The room was full of lanterns of various styles and colors. Apart from the lanterns, there was only an old wooden bed, a pile of bamboo strips used to make lanterns, oiled paper, and two short wooden tables, one of which was missing a small corner, which looked very funny. Ning Shu sat quietly on the wooden chair with a missing corner, listening to her mother's sad narration.
"I thought that the person he likes to hang out with the most is Old Li's grandson at the end of the alley. They're neighbors, so what could happen? So I let him go … His father and I were in a hurry to make lanterns, waiting to sell this batch of lanterns to earn money for his private school next month, so we didn't pay attention to the time. It wasn't until all the lanterns were set up that I realized he hadn't returned yet!
I thought that the child was so playful that he forgot to come home, so I got up and went to Old Li's house to ask. But Old Li's family said that they didn't see Dong Bao at all! His father and I panicked and hurried to look for him … We knocked on every door in the alley, and searched every street and alley in the surrounding area. As long as we saw someone, we would ask. We searched from the middle of the month until five o 'clock, and even our voices were hoarse from shouting, but no one saw him. It wasn't until dawn that his father finally saw his … little shoes under a crooked tree by the river … "
Tears were worthless in the face of sadness. Dong Bao's mother finished her story intermittently, and almost fainted from crying again.
Ning Shu quickly asked to divert her attention, "Where is the shoe now? How can you be sure that it's your son's shoe? Is there any mark on it? "
Dong Bao's mother took out a small cloth bag from her arms, "It's here … This is the shoe I made for him last month. I made it myself. Dong Bao's nickname is Winter Melon, and I also embroidered his nickname on the shoe …"
Ning Shu took the shoe and looked at it carefully. Then she asked Hui Mo to take a pen and paper and draw the shoe's shape carefully.
She got up and went to the outer room to pour a bowl of water for Dong Bao's mother to calm her down. Then she continued to ask softly, "Where is the shoe by the river? How far is it from your house? Are there any other clues around it?"
"It's on the east bank of the Lishui River, about four or five miles away from my house. There's nothing around it, except for the strange symbol, which is exactly the same as the one found by the other families …"
"Then on the day Dong Bao disappeared, what clothes was he wearing? What gadgets or food did he have on him? Do you remember what happened to him before he disappeared or what he said that made you pay attention? "
"Our family is poor. Dong Bao was wearing an ordinary blue shirt and a pair of grey trousers that day. He grew taller this year, so we didn't save enough money to buy him a new one, so it looked short. I also rarely bought him toys and snacks. At most, his father was more skillful with his hands and would make some small dragonflies for him with bamboo strips and leaves. He especially liked things like slingshots and kept them in his pocket every day … He didn't say anything that day. He just came back from the school happily as usual and read to me in a low voice. Do you know what a great detective is? Although Dong Bao was naughty, he loved to study. He remembered every word that the teacher taught him. Every day after school, he would come back and read to me … "
Speaking of this, Dong Bao's mother couldn't hold it anymore. She beat her chest hard and cried, "Dong Bao, I'm such a bad person! I gave birth to you, but I didn't let you live a good life. I even lost you! "
In this kind of sadness, any words to comfort her seemed pale. The only thing they could do was to accompany her quietly until she finally calmed down a little.
But until they left, Ning Shu could still hear Dong Bao's mother murmuring over and over again, "Why didn't I buy him a new pair of trousers? I should have. Why didn't I buy him a new pair of trousers …"
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