After retiring from the circle, I became famous by live broadcast farming

At this time, what appears on the obsidian is the first important life episode for Fubao.

That's when he was abducted.

Yes, the screen playback continues, restoring the entire process of Fubao's abduction 15 years ago.

There is almost no difference from what Zheng Guoyi and Li Sujuan said when they came to report the crime.

However, it did allow Xiao Ran, Zhou Zhen and others to see clearly the face of the "beggar", that is, the trafficker, and the sketch staff quickly sketched the appearance of the trafficker on the paper.

One characteristic of Obsidian is that when it presents these images, it is impossible to take photos or videos.

They had tried before, but when they looked at the photos and videos, they found that they were blurry, so they could only describe it manually, and the address also needed to be written down in time.

Because all family searches only have one chance, so you need to take it seriously and extract important information from it.

Soon the first clip was played.

The Obsidian screen went dark for a moment, then lit up again.

Xiao Ran and Zhou Zhen also cheered up, paying special attention to the address that was about to appear above, because that might be where Fu Bao was currently.

Soon, a specific address slowly appeared above.

Xiao Ran recorded it immediately.

And the picture started to play.

This is a remote rural area, with low houses everywhere and no buildings. A thin boy of about 15 years old appears in the picture.

Li Sujuan's eyes fell firmly on the young man's face, and she said tremblingly: "Is this Fu Bao? Is this what our Fu Bao will look like when he grows up?"

Yes, definitely.

From the moment this boy appeared on the screen, she was inexplicably convinced that this boy was their blessing.

"Yes, it's Fubao. Look, his eyes, nose and mouth are almost exactly the same as when he was a child." Zheng Guoyi agreed.

They finally saw what Fu Bao looked like when he grew up.

But he is too thin, too thin, and what is he doing?

Shouldn’t a 15-year-old boy still be studying?Why are you laying bricks?

Yes, the boy in the picture is laying bricks. In front of him is an unfinished house, surrounded by bricks, soil and paint.

The people who laid bricks with him were all older than him.

Under the scorching sun, he was sweating profusely, but he couldn't stop to rest or drink water.

At this time, several teenagers carrying schoolbags and riding bicycles passed by on the road not far away.

Someone poked the young man's arm and said, "Look, grassroots, that's your brother."

The young man, that is, the grassroots, turned around and saw those young men in school uniforms, and also saw one of them holding ice cream to share with his classmates. The man seemed to have noticed that someone was looking at him and followed his gaze.

When he saw Cao Gen, there was a hint of disgust in his eyes, and then he looked away as if he hadn't seen her, and left on his bicycle with his classmates.

Cao Gen turned back silently, stopped talking, and became silent.

"That's your brother. Why are your parents so partial? Even though your grades were so good, they didn't let you go to school. However, your brother's grades were so good, and they even allowed you to work and earn money while you were still underage. Money. Even if the heart is biased to one side when it grows up, your parents are really biased, so biased..."

The workers are very unworthy of the grassroots.

Who are these grassroots parents? They leave everything good to their younger son.

Even the name.

The younger son's eldest name is Zilong and his nickname is Fubao.

As for grass roots, they are called grass roots by both big and small names.

He also said that a cheap name is easy to make a living. Look, it is just an excuse. Even if the grassroots have a cheap name, how can they be used as a big name?
"What your parents care most about is when your salary will be paid. As long as they arrive on time on the day when your salary is paid, they will directly collect your salary from you and leave you the 200 yuan. How can it be enough for a month's living? "But your brother actually has so much pocket money to buy ice cream for your brother and treat his classmates to eat. He has obviously seen you, but he still pretends that he hasn't seen you."

"Sometimes I wonder if you were picked up by their family. If this is my biological child, can I treat you like this?"

Cao Gen didn't speak from the beginning to the end, but lowered his head lower and continued to do the work in his hands silently.

Can he not know that his parents are partial?He knows it.

But what can he do?He is only 15 years old now, not yet an adult.

In fact, sometimes the grassroots would wonder if he was picked up. He even asked the neighbor, but the neighbor said that he was the biological child of his parents.

The grassroots can only admit that even parents do not love every child, and there will always be times when they are partial.

But the grassroots are also envious.

He envied his brother's love from his parents, and envied his brother Fubao's nickname.

Fubao, what a good nickname. As soon as you hear it, you can tell how much love and blessings your parents have placed in it.

But he is not a blessing, he is just a grass root, the root of a weed growing on the ground.

He also envied his younger brother's education. When he graduated from elementary school, he ranked first in the county and was admitted to a key junior high school. However, his parents said that the family had no money and could not provide for him to study.

So after graduating from elementary school, that is, after he was 12 years old, his parents began to arrange for him to work.

In the past few years, he has worked several jobs, and he has been working on the bricklaying job for more than a year.

Cao Gen looked at his hands, as if he could see the calloused hands inside through the gloves.

Grassroots likes to read and draw.

But he recalled that when he was young, when he got a pen, he drew a family portrait of a family of four and showed it to his mother.

Express that he likes his mother.

But when my mother saw the painting, she felt very angry for some reason.

He tore his painting into pieces on the spot and put it into the burning stove.

He broke his pen again, and told him with a cold face that he should not draw any more, and that he should not do his job properly at such a young age, not even doing housework, and doing all these things.

At that time, the dream of painting that had just sprouted was shattered.

From then on, he never painted a picture again.

His parents and younger brother are always reminding him and telling him.

He doesn't deserve to study, he doesn't deserve to draw, he doesn't deserve the love of his parents.

He just grew up step by step in the feeling of unworthiness and denial, and became more and more silent.

At this time, outside the screen, Zheng Guoyi and Li Sujuan watched this scene and couldn't hold back anymore, and tears kept falling.

Li Sujuan burst into tears.

"How could they do this, how could they treat my blessing like this? He is my blessing, not some grassroots."

"They are destroying my Fu Bao. Since they took away my Fu Bao, why don't you treat him well? If you don't want to treat him well, then give him back to me. Fu Bao, mother's Fu Bao." Li Sujuan's eyes were filled with accusations and distress.

Zheng Guoyi was also very heartbroken, especially when he saw his child being dropped out of school at the age of 12, and when he saw his children's paintings being torn up and burned, and their pens being broken, the couple felt really sad.

The child's talent for painting followed him, and his grades were so good. If they were around, the couple would definitely encourage the child and help him grow, and maybe he could become a painter.

But the child's dream was shattered.

If the child is by their side, they will definitely love him well. It is their blessing, which is cherished in the palm of their hands. It is a blessing like a pearl, not a grass root as humble as dust.