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15944679 Dreaming of Peach Blossom Garden was published at:10-1-25 21:16 [only depending on the author] looking for you at 14.

The city in early spring is really cold. On the huge playground, you only wear a thin sportswear. I can't stop crying when I watch you huddle with those lively children to grab the ball and watch you smile as brightly as the sun.

/kloc-it's been 0/4 years, son. You have grown so tall. I stood trembling beside the railing outside the playground, my heart rolling and I couldn't say how painful it was. I have promised them that I will never see you again.

You just turned 4 when you got lost. At the age of 4, I can sing simple nursery rhymes and rub my feet and back. Because of you, your mother and I are in this strange city, no matter how hard and tired we are, we can bear it. However, who would have thought that you suddenly disappeared. My family broke up at once, and I ran around looking for you like crazy every day. Your mother Woodenhead sat at home, holding your toys and clothes in her arms, crying to sleep, and then crying when she woke up.

I thought I was going to die alone with your mother from now on. Unexpectedly, suddenly a policeman came home and said he had heard from you.

I embarrassed you.

The police said that they entered my DNA data into the newly-built national DNA data networking database, and the comparison results showed that you are my son.

I helped your mother climb into the police car. Son, at 14, we finally met you.

However, your adoptive parents told the police that you were away and went to other places.

I sat in a hotel chair and learned about your experiences over the years with tears in my eyes.

After being trafficked, you were first sold to a mountain. Later, the hateful trafficker committed a crime and confessed you. So the police saved you, but because your mother and I have moved out of the original city, they can't find your home anymore.

No way. They took your DNA data and sent you to an orphanage. 10 years ago, a business couple adopted you because they had no children. They are your adoptive parents.

So, on a rainy night, I saw your adoptive parents again.

To my shock, just three days later, your tall and dignified adoptive father grew jagged white hair on his temple. After listening to the police briefing, he suddenly fell to his knees in front of me: "Please, don't take my child, I can give you any money you want."

Your mother and I jumped up at the same time, and the negotiation was deadlocked. Your adoptive parents finally got up and left. In the rainstorm, I couldn't help crying when I looked at their lonely figure.

They lost you today, just like when we lost you.

That day, we bought you shoes, schoolbags and sportswear. Just after returning to the hotel, your adoptive father's car arrived.

He brought all the photos of you from the age of 7 to 17, and tearfully showed us how happy you are in their home and how much they love you.

The anger on my face slowly dissipated. Looking at you growing up in the photo, I think of the photo of you under the cupboard when you were a child. At that time, you always wore other people's leftover clothes, and we all hesitated for a long time before buying a toy. In the photos after 8 years old, you are like a little prince, with so many toys, so high-grade clothes and so happy smiling face.

Your adoptive father gently put your picture on his chest: "If you really love your children enough, don't just consider your own feelings and ignore their needs." Do you have the heart to drag children from a city to a remote and desolate country? Even if you do go, can the child accept the estranged affection of 14 years? Even if it is acceptable, how can you make him adapt to this huge gap in life? "

Don't wake your dreams.

The next morning, your mother and I sat on the steps in front of the hotel, our hearts swinging from side to side. Suddenly, a young man in a vest came riding a tricycle. It was not until he called me that we recognized this as Xiao Dong in the village. After graduating from high school, his family couldn't afford him to go to college, so he came to work in the city.

Speaking of the hardships of life, Xiao Dong's voice choked. He looked enviously at the fashionable and laid-back urban teenagers not far away and sighed, "Who let me be born in such a poor family?"

At that moment, we seemed to see your future in Xiao Dong.

After careful consideration, I finally made a difficult decision: I disown you. Son, we would rather suffer all our lives than have any defects in your life.

After listening to our decision, your adoptive parents fell on their knees in front of us.

When you left, your adoptive father insisted on handing over 654.38+10,000 yuan to me. I know he wants a promise. I received the 654.38 million and wrote a written statement with him: I will never see you again in my life.

Your mother and I used this 654.38 million yuan to buy you a piano in the best musical instrument store in this city, and entrusted your adoptive father to put it in your bedroom.

Son, your biological parents actually have nothing but love. Over the years, we have done nothing for you, and we can't do anything for you in the future. This piano is a small souvenir of our father and son's performance. When you are lonely or sad occasionally, playing this piano will make you feel some warmth in the music, which is the love and miss that your mother and I can't let go of in my life.

Thought of here, my tears fell down again.

When the game was over, you smiled and ran past me with some boys. I hurriedly looked down. Unexpectedly, the things in my hand suddenly "crashed".

A pair of delicate hands stretched out, and you stood in front of me in a friendly way, holding something your mother bought for you, and smiled and said to me, "Uncle, you dropped something."

I took it with tears in my eyes and stared at the face that looked like me, but I couldn't say a word.

When I woke up from extreme dizziness, my dear son, your back disappeared.

Son, when I saw your bright and innocent smiling face, I realized that what you need most is to live a happy dream and never be awakened.

Children, I'm leaving. What dad hopes most is that one day, you will have a success that attracts millions of people's attention on the stage. Your mother and I were under the stage, applauding with tears, and then turned around, and we were strangers all our lives.