A true story, a story that is deeply moving

Because of an accidental disappearance, Xiao Jiahui, a 3-year-old girl, was abducted by human traffickers and turned from a petite daughter of a teacher's family in Nanchang, Jiangxi Province, to the adopted daughter of a pair of poor farmers in the countryside of Hengnan, Hunan. It wasn't until she was 17 that she finally returned to her birth parents.

She spent 6 years trying to erase her adoptive father and her former suffering from memory, but she was shocked to learn that her adoptive father was suffering from malignant skin cancer and his life was in danger. In the life of her adoptive father, she resolutely gave up her doctorate at the University of Berkeley in the United States and went to Japan to challenge a medical problem that was almost insurmountable.

What happened to the adoptive father in the end?

The following is Xiao Jiahui's self-statement -

March 14, 2010, was an inflection point in my life. I was in class at Hengnan County No. 1 Middle School, when the teacher suddenly walked by and said, "Xiao Jiahui, your father is here." Reluctantly, I walked out of the classroom and asked, "What are you here for?" His voice was so faint that he could hardly hear: "Hui Hui, your parents have come to find you." ”

I was stunned, I couldn't care less about asking the teacher for leave, so I rushed to the gate excitedly, and the scenes of the past were replayed in my mind...

The person who came to the school to find me was actually my adoptive father, his name was Xiao Jianxin. For as long as I can remember, I have lived with my adoptive father Xiao Jianxin and my adoptive mother Xiao Liping in WenCun, Santang Town, Hengyang, Hunan.

It's a very poor village with only a dozen families growing sweet potatoes and peanuts for a living.

One day when I was 5 years old, Grandma Jiang on the other side of the pond rushed over nervously and whispered a few words to her adoptive father who was shaving peanuts. After hearing this, my adoptive father hurriedly threw down his hoe and took me home by the waist while sitting on the ground playing.

That night, he and his adoptive mother hurriedly packed up a few clothes and went out. I followed my adoptive parents to Dongguan in a daze, and for 5 years, my adoptive parents did not even go back to the Spring Festival. Because of my youth, I didn't care about this strange migration of my family. But what puzzled me was that as long as there were fellow villagers coming from their hometowns, their adoptive parents would nervously pull people to inquire about something.

When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, my adoptive mother was killed in a car accident. After her death, my adoptive father was unable to go to work and take care of me alone, so he had to take me back to Wencun again.

There was no adoptive mother to take care of the housework, the adoptive father was both a father and a mother, he was busy with the farm work in the field every day, and he hurried home to cook for me.

At night, I was lying at the brightest table in the house doing my homework, while my adoptive father was next to me in the dim light to help me mend my clothes and sew my socks. He pinched the steel needle with his thick fingers, clumsily, either attaching the sleeve to the front placket or sewing the button into the inside of the clothes, and his fingers were often pricked with needles and bloodied.

Seeing that my adoptive father was busy with me, I was too anxious not to go, and I had to learn to do housework. But my adoptive father did not hesitate to stop me: "You just have to read your books well, and your father can do these jobs." "My adoptive father was proud of my academic performance, and whenever I scored 100 points, he always smiled comfortably and the wrinkles on his face stretched out.

It seems that the old adoptive father is actually only in his 40s, in his prime, and many people have advised him to find another woman to live with, but the adoptive father has refused.

One day, my neighbor, Uncle Lee, came to see my adoptive father for a drink, and I was doing my homework in the small room next door. The two of them probably drank too much, and their voices became louder.

Uncle Li introduced a widow with a child to his adoptive father in a neighboring village, but the adoptive father did not agree.

He said, "Two more people and two more mouths, where can I feed myself?" Uncle Lee said, "But you need a woman!" No, let Hui Hui stop reading, what is the girl's family doing reading so many books? The adoptive father's tone suddenly intensified: "Then how to do it?" Hui Hui This child is smart, is a reading material, and cannot be delayed in my hands. ”

Uncle Li said with drunkenness: "I know, you feel sorry for Hui Hui," her father and mother, I knew that when they came, you would return the child to them, so that you and Liping would not run out to work, and Liping would not die outside..."

Uncle Li's words made my head pound, and the fragmentary memories of my childhood, the villagers' usual whispers to me, and that strange family migration suddenly burst into my mind...

My crying and shouting questions woke my adoptive father's wine, and he had to tell me: 8 years ago, he and his adoptive mother bought me for 2,000 yuan from a human trafficker out of town. When I was 5 years old, my biological parents did not know through what channels, but they found Wencun, and after the Jiang family's grandmother found out, she quickly reported to her adoptive father. So, he and his adoptive mother took me to Dongguan overnight...

All this made the 11-year-old unaffordable. I rushed out the door crying, leaving behind my adoptive father's call.

Two days later, my adoptive father found me cold and hungry in a tree hole. His face was full of self-blame, not knowing whether to blame himself for what he had done that year or for not telling me this secret.