Chapter 59

Muran didn't know what the child should do, so he nodded and asked the policeman to call and ask.

It didn't take long to say that, after hanging up the phone, the police told Muran that the child could be sent over and they would take care of it temporarily. Muran was a little embarrassed when he thought about the things in the restaurant. There were many people eating at night, so Wang Qin would definitely not agree to him taking leave now.

The policeman saw Muran's expression and said, "This way, put the child here, and we will arrange for the comrades in the team to send the child over later." If ordinary people pick up a street child and send the child to the police station, they will not take care of it. They will contact the rescue station or welfare home in the office. This is the first time he has met someone like Muran who regards his children as his responsibility.

Mu Ran hesitated slightly and said, "What should the child do in the future? Will he stay in the shelter all the time?"

The policeman smiled, "This is not our responsibility, it depends on how the shelter is arranged."

Mu Ran frowned and thought for a while, saying, "Comrade Police, can you be gratified for one day? I promise to send the child to me personally tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, several police officers around who heard Muran talk laughed. Someone shook his head and said, "What kind of grace is not mercy? How can you, a good person, act like a criminal? You can leave a contact information and I will tell you the address and phone number of the shelter."

Muran blushed with laughter, walked over and recorded his phone address, thanked him a few more times, and then took the child away from the police station. During this period, the child always followed Muran closely, without saying or crying, and I don’t know if she understood the conversation between adults.

It was still the same as noon at night, and the child was waiting for him by the cabinet.

Muran was worried that she was hungry, so he bought steamed dumplings outside in advance and came back. There was no place in the kitchen. He put the food on a small stool, took the dishes and chopsticks for the child, touched her head and let her eat obediently, and then turned around to work on the kitchen.

The child was young and obedient. He always huddled beside the cabinet, and he would not run around with a small stool. He could not occupy the space in the kitchen at all. However, Wang Qin was still unhappy and had a broken face as soon as he entered the kitchen. Later, the bowls placed outside the kitchen were used up. When Wang Qin opened the cabinet door and took the bowl, she didn't say anything to the child. She reached out and held the child's clothes to pull the child away, frowned and said with a bad voice: "It's blocking hands and feet."

The force on her hand was so strong that the child was staggering. Subconsciously, he reached out to grab something to maintain balance. With this movement, he swept all the porridge and dumplings on the stool to the ground.

With a "dong", Muran turned around and saw the child standing against the wall, with bowls broken on the ground, and seven or eight dumplings and porridge sprinkled all over the floor. Muran quickly turned off the fire and walked to the child and squatted down, asking if he was injured.

The child didn't answer anything, just lowered his head and looked at the dumplings. Tears kept soaking out of the corners of her eyes, and they fell to the ground with big drops.

This was the first time Muran cried when she saw her.

She never cried when she was caught by Wang Qin, she never cried when she was sick and acupuncture. She never cried when she saw the person who had bought the abuser. Muran was a little panicked and was about to comfort her that it was okay to buy food, so she squatted down and picked up a dumpling and grabbed it in her hand, handed it in front of Muran, then held the crying hard in her throat, sobbed slightly, "I want to eat..."

After talking about it intermittently and repeatedly, Muran finally understood that the child was saying: I want to give you food, this is what I want to give you food.

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

Muran didn't speak, lowered his eyes and picked up the child, turned to Wang Qin and said, "Sister Wang, I'll finish what I should be busy today, so I'll go back first." Without waiting for Wang Qin to answer, Muran said again, "There's something to do tomorrow, I want to ask you for a leave." He had already thought about it. If Wang Qin doesn't agree or says something bad, he will not do it. There is always a limit to tolerance. He has tried his best to do everything he should do on weekdays. He is unwilling to care about Wang Qin's little thoughts, but if he still can't get it well, that's not interesting.

Muran no longer had the gentle and good-tempered smile on his face when he spoke. He looked at the child in his arms crying. For some reason, Wang Qin felt a little guilty. She smiled and nodded and said, "Okay, no problem, you can go back first if you have something to do."

Muran thanked him, cleaned up all the things on the ground, and then took the child out of the restaurant.

The child stopped crying, but there were still long tears on his face. Muran reached out to wipe the corners of her wet eyes and said warmly: "Are you hungry?"

The child shook his head and replied obediently, "Don't be hungry." His voice was crisp and small.

She had only eaten two or three dumplings, how could she not be hungry? Muran didn't say much, took her to find a hot pot restaurant, ordered a sour soup fish, and fed her some fish soup.

He originally thought that the child had something wrong with his speech, but he thought that he would take her to the city hospital for examination tomorrow. Now that he knew that the child could speak normally, he felt much more relieved. He tried to tease her when he was having a meal, but Muran was afraid of causing bad memories to her, so he didn't ask about her past events and didn't even ask about her name.

On the way home after dinner, they went to Dr. Liu's clinic first. The child was much better today and had no fever. Dr. Liu did not recommend dripping water, but only prescribed some medicine for the child. Hearing that Muran was going to take the child to the shelter tomorrow, Dr. Liu sighed, "I hope everyone she meets in the future will be as good as you treat her."

Muran thought of his child’s previous experience and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

The next morning, Muran took his children to the city. By the time he transferred several buses to the shelter, it had been almost two hours. It was not big, and the "Minor Rescue and Protection Center" was listed outside.

The one who came out to receive them was an aunt in her forties. The aunt heard the police talk about the situation yesterday, and didn't ask much, so she told Muran that the child could stay.

Muran looked down at the child who was always holding his legs tightly against the corner of his clothes, and asked with some concern: "Did that child stay here all the time? Or is there any other place to go?"

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

Mu Ran was stunned, then said anxiously: "But if she goes back and continues to be abused..."

The aunt interrupted Muran and said helplessly: "We can't control this. We have rescue management regulations, and we can only take her in for 10 days at most." After a pause, the aunt explained: "We have no choice. For a long time, more than a dozen people are sent here a day. If we don't send them back, how can such a small place be maintained."

Muran didn't say anything else. He swallowed his saliva and had a dry throat, and then said for a while: "Then, can I adopt her?"

The aunt looked at Muran in surprise, asked about his situation, and shook her head: "You can't do it. If a single man wants to adopt a girl, he must be over 30 years old, and he must be over 40 years old."

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

"Hey, there is no way to do this. Look at the current society, there is no pervert. What if the child is wrong..." When the aunt said this, she was stunned and looked at Mu Ran awkwardly, "Don't get me wrong, I have no other meaning."

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

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

Mu Ran was a little hesitant, but he couldn't waste his aunt's time any longer. He squatted down and looked at the child and said softly: "You stay here and be obedient."

The child reached out to grab his clothes and shook his head vigorously.

Muran reached out and touched her head, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I can't take you back."

The child didn't speak, his hands were tightly clenched, and he looked at him with his big eyes open.

The aunt next to her couldn't bear to watch it, so she came over and pulled the child's hand away and hugged her in her arms, and said to Muran, "You go quickly, it's okay." The child struggled hard in the aunt's arms, stretched forward to try to get Muran, but she still didn't cry, but just opened her mouth and shouted, "Don't leave."

Muran stood up, but his steps were a little hesitant. The aunt urged her several times, and her voice became a little impatient. He finally turned around and left.

Behind him was one sentence after another, "Don't leave". In the end, the voice was filled with a crying voice. Muran stopped but did not dare to turn around. Finally, he clenched his fists and took a step forward.

There was a little blurry in front of him, and this was correct, and he comforted himself.

But why is this correct?

What will happen to her in the future? Will she be like when he was a child, and she can't cry when she was hungry, will she be like when he was a child, and will she be beaten to cry, and will she live timidly and humbly, and can't ask for nothing, and nothing. She is obviously the child he picked up, no one wants her, no one likes her, why can't he take care of her? Everyone lives desperately because of others' likes, expectations, trust and dependence, and because of the emotions and efforts they put in, so they will always live desperately. But why, whether it is a mute mother or a child, or someone who likes and trusts him, can't stay by his side?

Muran stopped a little unwillingly and even had the idea of ​​going back to take the child away.

There was a sudden scream behind me.

Muran turned around and saw the aunt chasing behind him, while the child fell to the ground in front of him. Muran opened his eyes wide and before he could run back, the child got up from the ground and rushed to him as fast as possible, grabbed his hand, raised his little face full of tears and shouted loudly: "Don't leave."

Muran's body stiffened for a moment, and then he squatted down and carried the child into his arms.

"Okay," I opened my mouth and found that the sound was trembling. Mu Ran gritted his teeth, and when he opened his mouth, he was extremely firm, "Don't leave."

The aunt behind caught up with her and was a little amused for a moment. Why did she look like a villain who broke up a father and daughter?
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