Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Just like that, they walked and stopped. They did not meet the two bad guys again. Zheng Anze knew that there were many bad guys in this world, so they ran away from those who wanted to talk to them on the way. Of course, they might follow others. It was enough to suffer once. After walking for many days, Zheng Anze's shoes were worn out, but they still did not dare to stop. Sometimes, they would sit by the roadside. You were like two little beggars. Someone would kindly give them food and money. With money, Zheng Anze would buy all of it into cheap and ravenous mantous. Usually, one Yuan was enough for him and his sister to eat for a few days.

It rained again at night, and it rained a lot. Zheng Anze carried his sister and hid under the bridge of an overpass. This was the only place that didn't rain, and they could find a clean spot.

is it cold? " he asked his sister, who was shivering in the cold.

Langlang shook his head and hugged the doll in his arms, hiding his little face in his brother's arms.

Zheng Anze used his hands to continuously rub his sister's two arms. Then, he took off his clothes and covered his sister with them. The rain continued to fall from time to time, and the sound of raindrops falling on the ground could be heard occasionally.

Drip, drip ...

From time to time, a car would pass by them, coming and going in a hurry.

However, he did not know that a black car was passing by them at this moment. The headlights of the car shone on them. The boy covered his sister's face with his clothes, and the strong light of the car shone on his face. Then, as his vision became clear, the car drove further away ...

However, not long after, the car drove over again and stopped. The door opened, and a young man in a black windbreaker got out of the car. The man's facial features were well-defined, but he also looked a little old. His hair was actually white. He was clearly very young, but he seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of life, and his hair was white.

He walked over and squatted down in front of them.

"Are you coming with me? I'll send you to an orphanage. It's not safe here."

Zheng Anze hugged his sister tightly, then looked at the man in front of him. The man's eyes were very dark, and the clothes he was wearing seemed very high-end. He didn't know why, but he wanted to believe him.

However, he was still scared of being lied to, so he only pursed his lips tightly and did not say a word.

The man was still squatting.

I'm not a good person, but I won't hit a child. I don't lack money. he took out his wallet and opened it. There was a pile of cards and a stack of 100 yuan bills.

He took out another thing. It was written in Chinese, and some were in English.

"This is uncle's passport and some other things. I'm just telling you that I don't lack money and I won't sell the child. You two can't do this."

Zheng Anze raised his hand. Under the streetlights on both sides, he could barely see the man's face.

This uncle looked ... Very fierce. He didn't look like a good person, but a good person wasn't written on his face, nor did he say it himself.

He wanted to believe it one more time. The weather was getting colder and he knew that if they continued like this, they might fall sick soon and freeze to death here.

"Will my sister and I be separated?" He hugged his little sister tightly in his arms. He no longer had any relatives, and it was not easy for him to have one more. He could not bear to leave his sister, and he was also afraid that others would hurt his sister.

no, as long as you don't want to. the man reached out and placed his hand on the boy's head. The boy had good eyes. His gaze then fell on the little girl in the child's arms. Yes, it was a little girl. Her exposed little head had two strange braids. He thought that if his daughter was still here, her hair would have been this long.

Zheng Anze carried his sister and stood up, but his clothes were still covering the little girl's body. Only her small head was exposed, and her small hand was also grabbing onto her brother's clothes. She was thin and weak, like a chicken's claw.

She should be the same age as his daughter.

"What's your sister's name?" The man's gaze moved away from the little girl. He was afraid that the more he looked at her, the more his heart would hurt.

she's called Langlang, my mother gave her that name. Zheng Anze carried his sister into the car. His pair of weak hands hugged his sister tightly without letting go.

"Uncle, what's your name? I'll remember you. I'll repay you when I grow up."

The man drove steadily. I'm Chu lui. As for repayment, we'll talk about it when you're older. it would take him at least ten years to grow up. After ten years, who would remember who?

Chu lui. Zheng Anze remembered this name. He carefully held his sister's hand. He loved and doted on this sister he had picked up.

"Uncle, why are you helping me?"

Zheng Anze raised his head and asked Chu lui, who was driving.

"Why?" There was an indescribable sourness in Chu lui's throat. uncle lost his daughter, so uncle came to look for her. &Quot;

"Uncle, How long have you been looking?" Zheng Anze lowered his head and hugged the child in his arms tightly, afraid that she would fall.

it's been almost a year, " Chu lui replied. His voice was a little hoarse.

uncle will definitely be able to find little sister. Zheng Anzhi placed his head on his sister's head.

Chu lui did not say anything. Actually, he had never been a good person. It was just that he had unexpectedly done a good thing. The two children were not very old. He was just thinking that if he treated other people's children like this, would his daughter be taken care of by strangers?

Everyone said that his rainy was dead, but he still stubbornly believed that his daughter was still alive.

He drove the car to the entrance of a local orphanage. Not long after, Zheng Anze had already carried his sister in.

Chu lui explained his intentions briefly, and the director understood. Chu lui had also used his name to donate a large sum of money to the orphans. The director was all smiles as he thought that the large sum of money that Chu lui had donated this time could buy a television for the children in the orphanage, treat many children, and even hire a teacher.

The director quickly got someone to bring Zheng Anze and the child in his arms to a resting place.