Outside the airport where people come and go.

Just because of the kneeling of the middle-aged man and the two children, it seemed that the air was frozen all of a sudden.

Everyone pauses and turns their eyes to the past.

Suddenly, all kinds of whispers rang out.

It's just that in the current world where everyone takes care of themselves, no one comes forward to say more and ask more.

"Qin Ye, here!"

Chang Yuanyi, who slowly walked out of the airport in poverty, saw the picture in front of him.

His expression suddenly changed, and he said in a condensed voice.

"See!"

Qin Fan raised his eyebrows and replied lightly.

Then he raised his feet and strode towards the scene.

"Qin Fan!"

Behind him, let go of his parents, and Jiang Yinuo quickly followed.

"Huh?" Looking back, Qin Fan smiled.

"Don't be impulsive!" Jiang Yinuo was slightly worried.

"Well, I'm measured!"

As he spoke, Qin Fan raised his hand and rubbed Jiang Yinuo's head.

And then take it in stride.

Out of concern for the documents in the wallet, Jiang Yuan and his wife also hurriedly followed.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong! Money, wallet here!"

When Qin Fan walked in front of him.

The middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground shuddered and said intermittently.

At this moment, the haze of panic and anxiety seemed to completely envelop him.

He glanced down at the trembling hands of the middle-aged man holding his wallet.

He slowly crouched down and took it.

Then he turned around and handed it to Jiang Yuan, who was walking in a hurry, "Uncle Jiang, can you see if there is anything missing in it?"

"Good, good, good!"

Excitedly took it, Jiang Yuan quickly checked it, it doesn't matter if the money is not money, the main thing is that if those documents and various cards are lost, it will be troublesome.

"Thankfully, fortunately, no less!

The big stone in his heart fell, and Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile.

"Master Qin, what to do?" Seeing Jiang Yuan happily put his wallet back, Chang Yuanyi looked at Qin Fan Zheng and said.

Shake your head.

There was no direct response to this question.

Qin Fan slowly squatted down again.

Slowly, the two children, who looked to be only five or six years old, were still confused and confused at this point.

Those two pairs of water spirit eyes were staring at Qin Fan, as if they still didn't know what was going on.

"Have you eaten?"

Reaching out and sweeping a child's pants, Qin Fan grinned kindly.

"Brother, we haven't eaten yet!" the child shook his head, sniffed, and said a little tigerly.

"Are you hungry?" Qin Fan asked again.

"Hungry!But it's not time to eat yet!" The other child glanced at the middle-aged man kneeling beside him, then looked at Qin Fan and said with a wink.

"It's not time to eat, what time does it come?" Qin Fan still maintained that friendly smile and said like a big brother.

Hear this.

The frequency of trembling of the kneeling middle-aged man became faster and faster.

"It's six o'clock, eight in the morning, six in the evening!" the tiger-headed child replied without thinking about it.

"Do you eat twice a day? And what do you eat?"

Anger had already begun to climb in his heart, Qin Fan asked with a forced smile.

"Well, we all eat steamed buns! Two in the morning and three in the evening, but my uncle said that if we steal more wallets, he will reward us with chicken legs! But I haven't eaten chicken legs in a long time!"

Speaking of chicken legs, the tiger-headed kid licked his lips with salivation.

"Hey, aren't you that uncle? You, you, you're here to beat us? Don't, don't!"

Just as the kid finished talking about the drumsticks.

Another child raised his eyes to see Jiang Yuan.

Immediately ran behind the kneeling middle-aged man in a panic, and reached out to cover his eyes with trembling.

Looked at.

Jiang Yuan and his wife looked at the old lady.

Each other's eyes revealed unbearable solemnity.

At this point, they still don't understand what is going on?

"Don't hit us, it's Uncle who made us -!"

The tiger-headed child also panicked when he heard his companion say this.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he immediately covered his mouth with his hand.

The malnourished little body trembled suddenly.

Shui Ling's eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

Gritting his teeth that were about to explode in anger.

Without saying a word, Qin Fan suddenly reached out and pulled up the child's clothes.

Wow-!

When the clothes are lifted.

The whole world was silent.

Even the crowd of onlookers froze.

I saw that the child was covered with all kinds of scars.

There are leather whips.

There are cigarette butts burning.

There are foot kicks.

One piece of green, one piece of purple, full of bruises and blood marks!

"Brute, brute, brute!"

Even though the bones of the body have become strong.

But the old lady was still habitually on the dragon's head crutch.

After she saw the scars on the child's body, she couldn't help but raise her crutches and stomp on the ground, shouting with tears in her eyes.

As a woman, as a mother, as a grandmother.

She really couldn't hold back her emotions.

"Did he hit it?"

The throat squirmed a few times.

Forcibly pressed his emotions, Qin Fan said.

"Can't say, can't say!" the child shook his head violently.

It's just that the eyes that subconsciously look at the middle-aged man are full of fear.

The meaning is already extremely obvious.

"Does it hurt?"

Constantly swallowing his throat, Qin Fan asked a nonsense sentence.

"It hurt a little when I hit it, but it doesn't hurt anymore!" the child nodded and shook his head.

Little child, he doesn't know what to say and what not to say.

Only those words that his uncle had warned him about would he use words that he could not say.

It hurts a little when I hit it.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

What a sadistic sentence!

Many of the women in the audience burst into tears.

Many of them have their own children, whether from the perspective of motherhood or human nature, what they see is the misery that makes them cry!

To do such a thing to such a small child, this is not a human, this is a beast, this is a beast!

No, it's not even as good as a beast!

"He, who are you? What about your parents?" clenched his teeth, Qin Fan's outburst was still suppressed.

"Mom and Dad? We don't know, we can't remember! He's an uncle, and my uncle said that if we dare to run, he'll break us to beg for food on the side of the road, so we don't dare to run! Some children were interrupted by their uncles to become little beggars, and I was so scared!"

When talking about other children, this tiger-brained kid became more and more panicked.

There seemed to be a dark abyss in those little eyes!

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! you won't be a little beggar, no one will dare to break your hands and feet, and no one will dare to force you to steal, and in the future, you will not be beaten!"

Pursing his lips and taking a few deep breaths, Qin Fan put down the child's clothes and said with a smile.

"Really, brother, are you serious? I don't have to steal anything in the future? No one will beat me anymore? So-if I don't steal my wallet, will I still have steamed buns to eat?" The child's innocent nature did not doubt these two words, and when he heard Qin Fan say this, he stared at Qin Fan excitedly, and looked directly at Qin Fandao.

"Well, there is something to eat! In the future, we will not eat steamed buns, eat meat buns, eat chicken legs, eat as much as we want, and eat when we are hungry!" Qin Fan replied with a smile.

"Yes, Xiaohu, we don't have to steal!

After hearing this, the tiger-headed little guy raised his arms and shouted at his little friend.

It's just just finished speaking.

His excitement suddenly stopped, and he thought of this uncle, who was still kneeling.

Looking at Qin Fan, he trembled again, "Brother, if I don't steal my wallet, will my uncle really stop beating me?"