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Mu Ran didn't know what the child should do, so he nodded and troubled the police comrade to call and ask.

It didn't take long to say that the police told Mu Ran after hanging up the phone that it meant that the children could be taken over and they would take care of them temporarily. Mu Ran thought that things in the restaurant were slightly embarrassed. There were many people eating at night, and Wang Qin would certainly not agree with him to take leave now.

The policeman looked at Mu Ran's expression and said, "Let ’s put the child here, and we will arrange the comrades in the team to send the child over." If ordinary people pick up the street children, they will not send them to the police station. Regardless, it was the office that contacted the rescue station or the welfare home. He was the first time he encountered a person like Mu Ran who took his child as his responsibility.

Mu Ran hesitated slightly and said, "What will the child do in the future, will he stay in the shelter?"

The policeman smiled. "This is not ours. It depends on how the shelter is arranged."

Mu Ran frowned, thinking about it and saying, "Comrade Police, can you give me a day's grace? I promise to send the child myself tomorrow."

As soon as the words came down, several policemen around him who heard Mu Ran laughed, and some people shook their heads and said, "What kind of grace is not forgiving, how can you be a good person like a criminal if you do a good deed. Leave a contact I'll tell you the address and phone number of the shelter. "

Mu Ran was flushed with a smile, walked over to remember the phone address, and thanked him a few more times before leaving the police station with the child. During this period, the child always kept close to Mu Ran, didn't talk or cry, and didn't know if she understood the conversation between adults.

The night was still the same as noon, the child was waiting for him by the cupboard.

Mu Ran was worried that she was hungry. She bought porridge and steamed dumplings outside in advance. There was no place in the kitchen. He put the food on a small stool, gave the child a bowl of chopsticks, and touched her head to make her obediently eat. Then he turned to work on the kitchen.

The child is small and obedient, always shrinking to the side of the cupboard, eating close to the small bench, and not running around, it can't take up space in the kitchen at all. However, Wang Qin was still upset and collapsed as soon as he entered the kitchen. Later on, the bowl outside the kitchen ran out. When Wang Qin opened the cabinet door and took the bowl, he didn't say a word to the child. He stretched out the child's clothes and dragged the child away. Block your feet. "

The strength of her hands was so strong that the child was pulled into a trance and subconsciously reached out and wanted to hold something to keep the balance. In such a movement, the porridge and dumplings on the stool were swept over the floor.

With a bang, Mu Ran turned around and saw the child standing against the wall, the bowl shattered on the ground, and seven or eight dumplings and porridge sprinkled on the ground. Mu Ran quickly turned off the fire and walked to the child, squatting, and kept asking if he was injured.

The child didn't answer anything, just looked down at the dumplings like that, tears kept leaching from the corner of her eyes, and they hit the ground with drops.

This was the first time Mu Ran saw her cry.

She didn't cry when she was caught and beaten by Wang Qin. She didn't cry when she was sick and got a needle. When she saw the person who had bought and abused her, she didn't cry. Mu Ran was a little panicked and was about to comfort her. She crouched down, picked up a dumpling, grabbed it in her hand, handed it in front of Mu Ran, and pressed her throat to hold the cry, sobbing slightly: "I want to give …eat…"

I spoke it again and again and again, and Mu Ran finally understood that the child was saying, "It's for you, it's what is left for you."

Wang Qin was a little uncomfortable by the side. In order to cover up this embarrassment, she coughed and said, "Oh, why is this child so careless ..."

Mu Ran didn't speak. He lowered his eyes and hugged the child. Then he turned to Wang Qin and said, "Sister Wang, I should be busy today, so I'll go back first." There is something tomorrow and I would like to ask for a leave from you. "He had already thought about it, and if Wang Qin did not agree, or said something unpleasant, he would not do it. There is always a limit to tolerance. He usually tries to do what he should do. Wang Qin thinks carefully and he is unwilling to care about it, but if it still does n’t work out, it ’s not interesting.

When Mu Ran spoke, there was no longer the gentle and temperamental smile on her face. Look at the child in his arms crying with a twitch. I do n’t know why Wang Qin felt a little guilty, her face There was a laugh, and he nodded his head and said, "Okay, it's okay. If you have any problem, go back first."

Mu Ran thanked him and packed up everything on the ground before leaving the restaurant with the child.

The child no longer cried, but there were still long tear marks on his face. Mu Ran reached out to wipe the corners of her wet eyes, and said warmly, "Hungry or not."

The child shook his head and replied obediently, "Not hungry." The voice was crunchy and small.

How could she not be hungry after eating two or three dumplings. Mu Ran no longer said, took her to a shop, ordered a sour soup fish, fed her some fish and fish soup.

He originally thought that there was something wrong with the child's talking, and thought of taking her to the hospital in the city for an examination tomorrow. Now that he knows that the child can speak normally, he feels relieved. When he eats, he tries to tease her as much as possible. But Mu Ran was afraid of causing her bad memories, so she didn't ask her previous events, not even her name.

On the way home after eating, they went to Dr. Liu's clinic first. The child is much better today without fever, and Dr. Liu did not recommend any further infusions, but only prescribed some medicine to the child. Hearing that Mu Ran was going to send her child to the asylum tomorrow, Dr. Liu said with emotion, "I hope that the people she meets in the future can be as good as you to her."

Mu Ran thought of the child's previous experience and didn't know what to say for a moment.

The next morning, Muran took the child to the city, and it was almost two hours by the time when several buses were transferred to the shelter. It's not big here, the "Minor Rescue and Protection Center" is listed outside.

The 40-year-old aunt came out to receive them. The aunt listened to the police yesterday and said nothing, and told Mu Ran that the child could stay.

Mu Ran looked down and glanced at the child who was clinging to his horns tightly against his legs, and asked with a little worry: "Is the child staying here or is there any other place?"

The aunt sighed. "In this case, we will contact her first and verify her address before sending her back."

Mu Ran hesitated, and then said a little urgently: "But if she goes back and continues to be abused ..."

Aunt interrupted Mu Ran, and she said helplessly: "We can't manage this. We have rescue management regulations. We can only keep her for 10 days." Aunt Dunton explained: "We have no choice. There are often a dozen people here a day. If you don't send them back, how can such a small place be maintained. "

Mu Ran didn't speak anymore. He swallowed his mouth and drenched his throat, which was a little dry, and said for a while: "Can I adopt her?"

The aunt gave Mu Ran a surprised look, asked him about his condition, and then shook her head: "You can't do it. Single men must adopt a difference of over 40 years from their children if they want to adopt a girl."

Mu Ran was a little disappointed, but then asked: "Can the conditions be relaxed?"

"Hey, there's nothing you can do about it. Look at the current society. What's wrong with it, in case what happens to the child ..." Speaking of the aunt here, he gave Mu Ran an awkward look. "Don't get me wrong, I have nothing else. meaning."

Mu Ran nodded and said softly, "I understand."

The aunt smiled embarrassedly and stood up and said, "If there is nothing else, then I will bring the child in."

Mu Ran was a little hesitant, but it was not good to delay her aunt's time. He squatted down and watched the child whisper softly, "You stay here and be obedient."

The child reached for his clothes and shook his head vigorously.

Mu Ran reached out and touched her head, and said softly, "Sorry, I can't take you back."

The child did not speak, his hands clenched tightly, and he opened his eyes with wide eyes.

The aunt next to him couldn't stand it, came over and pulled the child's hand and held her in his arms, and said to Mu Ran: "You go quickly, it's okay." The child worked hard in the aunt's arms, his hand stretched forward and wanted to go Enough enough, she still didn't cry, but just opened her mouth and shouted, "Don't go."

Mu Ran got up, but hesitated, and his aunt urged him several times, his voice was a little impatient, and he finally turned and left.

Behind it was a sentence of "don't go". At the end the voice brought a cry. Mu Ran stopped but didn't dare to turn his head. Finally, he clenched his fists and strode forward.

There was some blur in his eyes, which was correct, and he comforted himself.

But why is this correct.

What will happen to her in the future, will he be as hungry as he was when he was hungry and not cry, will he be as he was as a child and will not be beaten or crying, will he be as timid as he was when he was a kid ,Nothing at all. Obviously she is the child he picked up. No one wants her, no one likes her, why can't he take care of her. Everyone will respond because of others' likes, expectations, trust and dependence, because of the emotions and efforts. And return, so I have been desperately alive. But why, dumb mothers, kids, and anyone who likes and trusts him can't stay with him

Mu Ran stopped reluctantly and even thought of going back to take the child away.

There was a sudden exclaiming behind.

Mu Ran turned around and saw her aunt chasing after him, and the child fell to the ground in front. Mu Ran opened his eyes wide, and before he could run back, the child got up from the ground and rushed to him at the fastest speed, grabbed his hand, raised his tearful face and shouted, "Don't go. "

Mu Ran's body was stiff for a moment, then he squatted down and carried the child into his arms.

"Okay," only to find a trembling voice in his mouth. Mu Ran gritted his teeth, and when he spoke again, his voice was unusually firm, "No."

The aunt behind chased after a while, crying and laughing for a while, how she seemed to break up a pair of wicked father and daughter.

Mu Ran smiled embarrassedly at the aunt: "Sorry, can I make a call first?" Seeing the aunt nodded, Mu Ran put the child down, took the mobile phone out of his pants pocket, flipped the number, and dialed the phone. Out.