Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

"Which Xiaoning is Xiaoning, can Qingqing write it down?"

The rice cake scratched his head, looking confused.

The half-year-old child's knowledge reserve is obviously insufficient. In addition, Qingqing's voice is milky and milky. Some words are not pronounced very accurately, so everyone does not understand it.

"It's just the little one, the little one, Ning... Ning I can't write, I know that this is called Ning."

Qingqing's ability to recognize characters is due to the early education teachers invited by his parents, but it only ends there.

She only knows how to write, and can't recognize words that are too complicated.

"Then what to do?"

The children looked at each other at a loss. In the end, the rice cakes were more witty and came up with an alternative: "We write pinyin."

He tore a piece of cardboard, wiped the dust on it with his sleeves, tore off a small piece, and then randomly picked a piece of broken red brick from the ground, and wrote on the cardboard.

‘Ning (second tone)? , No. 338. ’

The orange-red masonry powder clearly appeared on the cardboard with the vigorous engraving of the rice cake.

Time was running out. After he finished writing, he quickly asked other friends who could write to help, and made dozens of cardboards with the same address according to the model.

Strive to bring one on every child.

Especially for those who are too young and not very sensible like Qingqing, you must bring one with you and recite a sentence.

"If you see an adult after you ran out, just hold this up and tell them:'There are traffickers here,' you know?"

The nian gao said with a serious face holding the cardboard.

"alright, I got it."

Qingqing and the other Xiaodians firmly grasped the cardboard in their palms, followed by tightening their small faces and nodding vigorously.

"Well, everyone eat now, wait a while, when the traffickers are all asleep, we will run away together."

At dinner, they secretly left half of the food given by the traffickers, just to fill their stomachs now.

Qing Qing holds the most food in his hands.

Not only because she has few snacks, but also because the traffickers watched her have been in a coma and worried that she was too young and could not survive her health, so she specially gave an extra bag of bread.

This is enough to make Qing Qing eat very full.

Others only have a small bottle of water and half a loaf of bread.

Qingqing sat down next to the rice cake, took out the bag of bread that he was still intact, and tore it out half and gave it to him, "Brother rice cake, I'll eat it for you."

"Qing Qing eat, I'm not hungry."

The nian gao swallowed while watching the bread, but still resisted her rejection.

"Look, I have it too." He shook his stock of food pretendingly.

Qingqing raised his eyes, and then pouted dissatisfiedly: "You are a lie, just this little thing, even Qingqing can't eat enough."

The piece of bread in the nian gao hand only has about a bite left, and it is not enough to stuff the teeth between the teeth. How can it be filled?

Toughly stuffed the larger half of the bread into the rice cake.

Qingqing learned how her younger brother was when he was training her, and said fiercely: "Hurry up and eat, children will not grow taller if they skip meals!"

The nian gao was stunned, and then he raised the bread blankly and took a bite.

Sister Qingqing is so cute.

I didn't know that the little appearance of her milk murderer could not bluff people at all. Seeing that the rice cake was finally willing to eat, Qing Qing thought how prestigious she was.

She couldn't help but smile proudly with her head upright, and felt that everyone's eyes were full of admiration and looking up.

It was almost impossible to kneel down and shout three times: "Long live the king."

But the next moment, the grunting belly immediately broke the illusion and pulled her back to reality.

Feeling embarrassed, Qing Qing blushed and quickly lowered his head to gnaw the remaining half of the bread.

Pretend that nothing happened.

What does the shameful Qingqing have to do with the Qingqing now?

It is estimated that the time is about one or two in the morning.

The night was deep, and the whole world fell into a peaceful sleep.

Everyone was asleep, and only two traffickers who watched the night were still supporting the guards.

The child peeking in the crack of the door turned anxiously, and asked the rice cake in a low voice, "What to do? They are still at the door."

"Don't worry." The rice cake gave others a calm look, and then signaled everyone to follow.

"The gate cannot go, we can get out from here."

He raised his hand and pointed upwards, and everyone looked up. It was a window.

The dilapidated windows have long gone without leaves, and only a few solitary anti-theft pillars are left, and the cold wind pours in, making people feel chilly.

"So high, how do we get up?"

The height of this window is more than 1.5 meters above the ground, which is just the right height for adults, and for children whose average altitude does not exceed one meter, it is like a moat.

But children also have their advantages.

As long as they can climb up, the anti-theft pillar that is too narrow for adults is useless to them.

"We can use the board to step up our feet." Qingqing pointed to herself

The cardboard pile that had just slept suggested.

No one thought that the first solution was the shortest Qing Qing in the audience.

But I have to say that this proposal is really good.

All the children acted immediately.

The cardboard is moved by the cardboard, and the cardboard is stacked by the cardboard.

Soon, all the cardboards in the factory were moved and placed under the windows, and the distance of 1.5 meters was shortened by about 20 centimeters.

No way, it's an abandoned factory building, it's pretty good to have these cardboards, and there will be no more.

Without giving up, the nian gao asked the tallest child to try it first.

He stood on the cardboard and stretched his arms up, barely able to touch the edge of the window, but couldn't hold it firmly: "No, I can't climb up, I have to be higher."

"You step on my back."

The nian gao rushed to the cardboard immediately, kneeled down like a horse, and motioned to the tallest child to step on him and climb up.

"I will not trample you on it."

The child didn't dare to step down.

"Oh, you climb faster, it will only take a while."

The thin boy who was waiting anxiously rushed out and pushed away the tall boy who was in the way, "Go and let me crawl."

His mobility is just like this physique, like a thin monkey, light and flexible.

Before the nian gao even felt any weight, the boy had already jumped up in twos.

Without directly jumping off, the boy steadily occupied the gap of the anti-theft pillar at the edge of the window, deliberately let the pillar jam his body, and took advantage of his strength to sit firmly.

"Come up, I'll pull you guys."

Like a relay race, one child after another stepped on the back of the rice cake, took the boy's hand, and got through the window that represented hope.

Outside the window, the tallest child stood there to meet the other children.

Over time, most of the people escaped, and in the end only Qingqing and rice cakes remained.

"Qingqing hurry up, step on your brother's back, and the brother above will pull you out." The rice cake sweats laboriously and motioned Qingqing to climb up quickly.

He was stepped on by dozens of children one after another, and it must be a lie to say that it was all right, but at least, he had to persist until Qingqing escaped.

"Hurry up." The boy on the window stretched out his hands tremblingly, motioning Qingqing to come up.

He is almost like a rice cake, pulling so many people up, not only physically exhausting, but now both arms are sore.

But Qingqing didn't move. She looked at the rice cake with tears in her eyes, and shook her head to refuse: "No, brother rice cake... brother rice cake has no one to step on."

Everyone is gone, the rice cake brother who was left alone must be very dangerous, Qingqing can't leave him!

"It's okay Qingqing, you go up first, and then sit on it like that brother and pull me up. Two people work hard together and they will definitely pull me up together."

The rice cake gave Qingqing a soothing smile.

"Don't worry, I still have to return to my parents, so that I won't do such a foolish thing to give up running away for others."

"Really...really?"

Qing Qing asked dubiously.

The rice cake nodded affirmatively: "I won't lie to you."

"Okay, Qingqing will definitely pull the rice cake brother up." Qingqing was persuaded, and she clenched her small claws and promised firmly.

With the cooperation of the rice cakes, Qingqing climbed on his back with hands and feet, reaching for the boy's hand.

Seeing that the hands of the two were about to shake hands, at this moment, there was a sudden anger outside: "What are you doing?"

The strong light of the flashlight shone through, and the boy on the window panicked, jumped down the window subconsciously, and ran away.

Seeing this scene, the trafficker, who originally just came to solve some of his personal physiological situation, still doesn't understand.

He immediately screamed and awakened all the traffickers: "Come on, the goods are gone!"

The whole abandoned factory is in chaos.

There were hurried footsteps, followed by the opening of the door lock.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the closed door was pushed open rudely.

Four or five human traffickers stood outside the door, shooting inward with a flashlight, and then they found out...

"All the children are gone!!!"

"Hurry up, they must not run far!"

I don’t know who screamed, reminding everyone.

Everyone seemed to suddenly wake up. They immediately left the factory, drove, jogged, and rushed to chase the children who had escaped.

After a while, there was only silence in the entire factory.

No one noticed, the messy cardboard pile in the corner shook slightly, and then half of his head was revealed, as well as a pair of bright big eyes.

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"Brother Rice Cake, there is no one outside, let's run."

Seeing that there was no one outside, Qingqing hurriedly pushed aside the cardboard pile, pulled up the rice cake, and ran out staggeringly.

The back of the rice cake is sore and I am a little reluctant to run, but in order not to drag Qingqing, I still gritted my teeth to keep up.

They are lucky.

Because they were anxious to chase the escaped children, the traffickers even forgot to close the gate when they left, which was convenient for Qingqing and them.

Relying on the darkness, the two little guys held hands and sneaked out of the factory cautiously.

Seeing that there was no one around, they didn't recognize the direction, just chose a direction away from the factory building and ran wildly.

"Huhuhu..."

After only running for about six or seven hundred meters, Qingqing began to breathe heavily, obviously too tired.

She was not physically strong, she was frightened and hungry before, and she has been able to persist until now.

But... not enough, they have to run until they can find the police uncle.

"Sister Qingqing, you are... okay."

Rice cakes are also a bit panting.

It was originally Qingqing pulling the rice cake and running, but now it has become the rice cake pulling the Qingqing and running.

Feeling that Qing Qing's speed is obviously declining, the rice cakes can't help but feel a little worried.

"Persevere... Qingqing can... Persevere..."

Qingqing was so tired that her mind turned into a paste. She couldn't hear the sound of rice cakes, so she remembered that she had to run and keep running.

Originally thought that the two could just escape from life, but God seemed to like to joke with people.

"Little bastard, you are here."

The violent voice suddenly exploded, followed by a beam of strong light shining in, clearly illuminating the figure of Qingqing and Nian Gao.

They were found by human traffickers!