My brother was abducted by traffickers when he was three years old. Twenty years later, a beggar came to the house. Why is my father stuck?

Zhang Xiaoyi is my own brother. At the age of eight, my father led my brother and me to the mountain fifteen miles away from the county seat to catch a temple fair. That day, I saw so many people for the first time in my life. The whole mountain was crowded with people. I took my brother's hand and followed my father's ass closely.

In fact, I didn't finish breakfast that morning. I had just taken two sips of corn paste when my father called me. I am afraid that my father will lie to him and say that I am full without me. I was particularly greedy when I saw the big steamed buns sold by the roadside at the temple fair. My father read my mind and bought a big meat steamed stuffed bun for my brother and me, but when eating steamed stuffed bun, I let go of my brother Zhang Xiaoyi's hand.

Just then, a woman wearing a mask picked up her brother and disappeared into the sea of people. That day, when my father saw the woman's face clearly, she had already run away. My father chased her for a long time, but she still got away. My father who came home at night kept sighing. He didn't even eat dinner, and then rode his bike to the top of the mountain to catch the temple fair. However, as night fell, all the people who rushed to the temple fair left, leaving only the garbage on the ground, reflecting waves of light in the moonlight.

I know my brother was abducted by traffickers because of me, but I was afraid to tell my mother the truth when I got home, so my mother took all the fire out on my father. She kept cursing: "I told you not to go to this ruined temple meeting, but you must go." After that, my mother began to cry again.

I naively thought that my brother would come back, but after waiting for one year, two years, three years and ten years, my brother didn't come back, and my parents didn't give me another brother. Only since then, many white hairs have appeared on my father's head. At first, it was just a small piece. Later, my father's hair turned white.

In the following years, I never dared to mention my brother in front of my father, for fear that my father would be sad. My only wish is to grow up quickly. When I get married one day and have my own children, my father may be able to come out gradually.

At the age of 25, I married Wang Xiaoguo, a carpenter in my village. I chose Wang Xiaoguo because his home is close to us. After marriage, I can go home as often as before.

When I was 28, my son had just turned three. The winter of that year was particularly cold, and the heavy snow always kept falling. Sometimes, even if you go out, you can't meet a few people on the road. One night, my father went to the market and bought a chicken. My son, who hasn't eaten chicken for a long time, smells the fragrance floating from the pot and cries out for meat.

Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. I saw a beggar in his twenties carrying a plate and a woman in rags behind him. When the little beggar saw me open the door, he said, "Little sister, please be kind. My mother is ill and can't walk fast. Can you give us something to eat? We are really hungry. "

Before I could answer, my father sitting in the room heard me. The kind father invited the young beggar and his mother into the house, but when he saw the beggar's face clearly, his father was stupid. The beggar in front of him is exactly the same as when he was young. He can't help thinking of his brother who lost 20 years ago. What makes him dumbfounded is that the so-called mother in the beggar's mouth turned out to be the woman trafficker who robbed his son that year. His father saw the big mole on her forehead. His father said that he would never forget the mole on the face of the trafficker, but his father never exposed the so-called facts, but let the beggar and his mother have a full meal!