Man Hong sat up, turned on the light, and picked the child up.
Gao Jiajiang's eyes widened, staring straight at the door panel, crying.
"Obedient, don't cry!"
The Gao family will ignore it at all.
"Obedient, not afraid..."
Gao Jiajiang's cry became longer and longer.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Manhong was sweating profusely.
The Gao family will kick hard with his little feet irritably. His face looked even haggard in the light.
"Gao Xiaosong, if this child has a three long and two short, I am not finished with you!" Man Hong was angry, and tears flowed down his eyes as he spoke.
Then, she shouted to the Gao family general in anger: "Cry, cry and cry! If you cry again, I'll spank you!"
The Gao family will cry even more hoarsely, regardless of whether his mother spanks or not.
"You!" Manhong's voice changed its tune, and she yelled like crazy: "What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you!"
"It hurts!"
A word popped out of the Gao family's mouth!
This is the third syllable he uttered besides "Dad" and "Mom"!
Hurt!
This word was like a long needle, piercing into a certain acupuncture point of Xiao Song and Manhong in the dark night, and they were both dumbfounded.
Xiao Song remembered a rumor: there was a child who cried at night, and the careless parents did not know what was going on. It wasn't until dawn, when the child died, that they discovered that a short nail had been hammered into the child's hair!
His hand was not easy at that time, and he reached out and groped on the head of the Gao family general... No nails.
He put down his heart, and carefully touched every part of his body, touched the clothes he took off, touched the mattress under him... Nothing.
Manhong knew what Xiao Song was suspecting, and her expression became even more nervous.
The child finally cried tired, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Man Hong gently put him down. There was a rare silence in the house.
Manhong did not turn off the light, looking at Xiao Song.
Xiao Song suddenly became a little annoyed: this was his and Manhong's home, but they were like two mice living under the claws of cats.
He got up and got off the floor, walked out of the bedroom, and knocked on Fang Nan's door.
Fang Nan quickly opened the door. She was dressed neatly and didn't seem to have taken it off. Her hair blocked half of her face.
"Brother Gao........"
"Fang Nan, what's wrong with this kid during the day?"
"Not much."
"He said it hurts!"
"I don't know what's going on."
Proof
Xiao Song went back to the bedroom and turned off the light.
Manhong said in the dark: "Have you noticed that sometimes the words she says do not have a northeastern flavor."
Xiao Song thought about it. The sentence that Fang Nan occasionally came out of was indeed not Northeastern dialect, but Mandarin.
Northeastern dialect is the closest to Mandarin and the most difficult accent to change. She grew up in rural northeast China, and her accent is not something that can be changed in a month and a half.
Moreover, she has almost no contact with the outside world, and only three people have contact, Xiao Song, Manhong, and Gao Family General.
The Gao family will not speak at all.
Although Xiao Song and Manhong have come out for so many years, their accents have not changed, and they still have a strong northeastern accent... This is indeed a problem.
Xiao Song said: "There are two possibilities. First, it turned out that she had come out to work, but Harbin didn't know. Second, she is a strong child, she is afraid of being looked down upon, and as soon as she arrives in Beijing, she studies Mandarin hard. ”
"I also suspect that she... It's fake. ”
"Nonsense!"
"You ask Harbin, did he make a mistake?"
"Impossible!"
"You ask! It's a phone call and it's effortless. Our child is so young..."
"Okay, I'll hit tomorrow."
Early the next morning, Xiao Song took advantage of Fang's difficulty to go out to buy vegetables and called Harbin.
"Harbin, it's me, Gao Xiaosong."
"Hey, how is Fang Nan with you?"
"It's quite diligent, but I don't like to talk."
"Country kids are like this, just be capable."
"I forgot, how many children does her stepfather have?"
"Three, one twenty-three, one twenty-one, and one eighteen."
"What about her own home?"
"She's the only one."
"How did her stepfather treat her?"
"Her mother said, it's fine."
"What about her stepfather?"
"It doesn't seem good. What are you asking these for?"
Xiao Song was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "You sent Fang Nan to the car, right?"
"That can be wrong! What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to check. Does she have long hair? A red shirt and gray pants?"
"Yes."
"Can you be sure she's the child of that old classmate of yours?"
"What do you mean?"
"How did she find you, you tell me the process."
After Wei Jinhua went back, after about half a month, Fang Nan came, and she found me at the magazine office according to the address written by Wei Jinhua. On the same day, I put her on the train. ”
"You call that old classmate again and ask if her daughter has come out."
"Did you find something wrong?"
"Yes."
"What problem?"
"A few words are not clear."
"Her home is so remote that she can't get through to the phone. So, I'll go now and take a special drive. ”
"When will you be back?"
"Gotta tomorrow."
"Call me as soon as you get back."
"Don't worry."
In the evening, Xiao Song came back from work, and Fang Nan was cooking in the kitchen.
He thought about it, walked over, and did it with her.
Fang Nan said: "Brother Gao, you don't need to do it."
Xiao Song said, "I like to eat my own tempeh."
Fang Nan will not say anything.
Xiao Song chatted with her while making fish: "Fang Nan, how many children does your stepfather have?"
"Three."
"How old are they?"
"One is twenty-three, one is twenty-one, and one seems to be eighteen."
"Oh. How many children do you have?"
"I'm the only one."
"Is your stepfather nice to you?"
"Not good." Her attitude is cold.
"Is he nice to your mother?"
"I don't know about them."
"Harbin said that you have grown very fast this year, and he said that when he saw you last year, you were half a head shorter than you are now."
Fang Nan smiled a little: "He remembered wrong, right?" This time I came to Beijing and met him for the first time. ”
Her answer was flawless.
Xiao Song listened to his son's crying all night, and the next day came to the film studio sleepily, and was about to call Harbin, which had already called.
"Xiao Song, it's broken, something happened!"
Xiao Song asked urgently, "What happened?"
Harbin said: "The person you received is not Fang difficult!"
"Did I answer the wrong one?"
"No, the person I sent is not Fang Nan! I just returned from Wei Jinhua's house, and I met Fang Nan! Wei Jinhua said, Fang Nan didn't come out at all!"
"So what's going on with this difficulty?"
"How do I know! She's fake anyway!"
Danger immediately enveloped this peaceful family of three.
child
Xiao Song didn't dare to call Manhong to tell him about this, and he immediately rushed home.
From the unit to his house, it takes about forty minutes by taxi. Along the way, there were inexplicably more red lights, and there was always a traffic jam.
Xiao Song called home, and he wanted to spy on whether the "Fang difficulty" had fled and whether the child was in danger.
The phone rang for a long time and was finally answered. It is precisely the difficulty.
"Fang Nan, no one called me home, right?"
"Nope."
"Oh, then forget it. Kid, okay?"
"He's asleep."
"It's okay."
Putting down the phone, Xiao Song kept thinking: Who is this "Fang Nan"?
She must be familiar with both Xiao Song and Harbin to exploit this loophole.
If she was doing this just to get a job, it would obviously not make sense. She can go to the labor market without having to spend such a lot of scheming.
What does she want to do?
(To be continued)