1,83 years, the Spring Festival approaching, cold snow, cars on the road end to end, difficult Nuebu, like Dragon see the first but not the tail, the team came up a little activity is also a non-public PDI. Then came a long van, oval face, about three, 40-year-old driver out waving, packed up the crowd surrounded moment, then waved waved to us, I wonder land (Wu Fei locals say, but where relatives ?) split step forward (to slide), the driver opened the door, like a messenger sent by God to quilts and coats wrapped with young lives and have tired of my body into the S-together into the ‘Ark’, bad words husband already left pleasantly surprised. On the bus kind of medium build and asked the driver where to go? I hesitated a moment (how can it say “Jiangbei”? Too far!) “Oh – go Yancang bridge.” Smile said: “just take the opportunity.” Then a car or road or a sidewalk drill … … I also took the opportunity to the opposite direction straight Zhi Yao, have the child re-bags well, drops – “Yancang bridge to the.” voices have not yet landed the door is open, I rushed to pick up the child side of the mechanical exposure to the traffic stream, “I ask … …” At first, the van has been rapidly turned U-turn to leave, “O – not Shun?!! Oh -” I stamp one’s foot! Eyes opened wide, through the dense shade of a wish to see the license plate number, drip – drip, drip – drip … … around the crowded car hastily cried, I instinctively pushed back to the roadside, ‘Ark’ in my same line of sight the increasingly blurred … … upward, and the mercy of God, shady little bit like a vault of heaven shone the stars, and fireflies lighting and candlelight has become more like a ‘Myriads of Lights’ – like a good man’s life safe!
Voice-over – less than I asked his jordan shoes name, powerless to see the license plate number … … benefactors! Where are you? God are with you all ~ ~ ~ ~
2,84 In the autumn evening in front of the station waiting to no avail, Shanxi Road, the 31 road car finally arrived, I grabbed nearly year-old daughter (high level) hard got on, I heard loud and clear for Duan He seems to court the judge: “You Why is reached into her pocket? ” ‘good! There are thieves – ‘let me Tuibian quickly take their children on the steps to stand bent over and looked payable to: “Why are you reached into her pocket!!” Burly, gray-haired old police again soon as Duan He and his eyes sharp questioned the door to face the cash register written for the hand on the iron posts of the boy, pointing hand side pocket of my … … I instinctively dig pocket (pocket-free ￥ – have been borrowing money is not also a ‘third hand’ engage afraid), while standing in front of the boys look to: About fifteen or sixteen years old, in vain the net net, clothes neat fit, how … … “Why do you reached into her pocket?” soon as stirring acoustic upright, but also affect the masses on board passengers, we have testified: “He stretched hand of your pocket.” “He has reached into his hand all of your pocket.” I believe in! My hands shook his large pocket, the clothes enough to wrap into the mast two children – eighties the ‘fashionable’, of course, not feel a little stooped. I hate watching the boy: face expressionless, surrounded by an angry denunciation seems to have not heard that? “It was probably deaf.” There are several people and I agree, my heart is a complex, intuitive mind ‘pulling’ of the panic, side with their children move up the side of a low voice: “The is the deaf can not as a thief ah, at home Parents know that the more sad. “behind the angry voice was underway:” The him … … “Boys startling, Meng’s back. “Ah – You’re not dumb pit!” I Startled, the door has been opened – ‘three arches’ up. ‘Bad boy’ panic-stricken down … …
Postscript to return home after jordan shoe this scene to repeat their families to listen to … … he is probably the old “Public Security Bureau”, “cadres” also or “general “:)– would like to change that soon as wake-up call to the little boy from the direction in life.