As if awakened from a dream, Shen Junliang's body leaning on the black chair suddenly straightened. Turning his head, his eyes that were originally fixed on the window met my eyes.

"Hey, is it five o'clock? Now." He asked. At the end of September, he used up all the money for the fifth search for his eldest son Shen Cong this year and returned to Jinan, Shandong from Zijin County, Heyuan, Guangdong. He had not borrowed the money for the sixth trip, so he had to reply to clues and accept interviews in the rented house, sitting for half a day.

4:56. The 12-year-old youngest son Shen Jiahe had been out of school for nearly half an hour. He jumped up and turned around like a headless fly. Before he picked up the battery car key and went out, he was stunned for a few seconds.

The car was driving in the opposite direction, and his peripheral vision kept scanning the sidewalk. When he met a bus coming from the school, he rushed through the yellow light, stopped at the bus stop, and stretched his neck to look straight into the car. There was no trace of the child along the road, at the school gate, or in the classroom. Shivering in his thin coat, he consoled himself that Shen Jiahe was not as young as Shen Cong was when he was abducted, so nothing would happen to him.

32 minutes later, Shen Jiahe returned home. He often did this. When his father forgot or no one picked him up, he would take the bus back alone. Hearing that his father was looking for him, he was a little surprised. Upon hearing the news, Shen Junliang rushed home, went to his son's room to ask a few questions, and then sat back in the black chair.

From the age of 28 to 42, Shen Junliang found out the real name of the trafficker, waited until the trafficker was arrested, and now has the latest portrait of the middleman "Auntie Mei", but still has not found his abducted son. Apart from continuing to believe that Shen Cong will be found soon, he seems to have no other choice.

Shen Junliang looked through the missing person notice in the suitcase. Photo by Zhong Xiaomei, a reporter from The Paper Renting a child

On January 4, 2005, Shen Cong was robbed at home.

That day, Shen Junliang woke up at 7:20. The sunlight came through the curtains into his rental house in Zengcheng, Guangzhou, and he felt a sense of panic that something was going to happen. Beside him, his wife Yu Xiaoli, who was four months pregnant, and his 11-month-old son Shen Cong were still sleeping soundly.

Eight years ago, Shen Junliang wanted to make money and went south from his hometown Zhoukou, Henan to work alone.

He loved to be one step ahead of others since he was a child. He had to memorize the first lesson as soon as the Chinese textbook was handed down. The same was true for working. Others followed the routine, but he wanted to finish it ahead of time. Starting as an ordinary employee in material delivery and receiving, he became the head of the injection molding department with a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan, managing thousands of workers and 99 injection molding machines. He felt like he was on an express train.

After putting on his blue work clothes, he pressed the button of the spherical door lock of the rental house from the inside, and then closed and locked the door. After leaving the house for 10 minutes, he could walk to the electronic toy manufacturing factory where he worked.

At 10:42, as soon as his wife called, Shen Junliang knew something was wrong.

"Come back soon, Shen Cong has been kidnapped." Her voice was hoarse, and it sounded like someone was choking her. Shen Junliang froze at the door of the conference room, repeating his wife's words, shouting "My son has been kidnapped."

Colleagues gathered around him, talking and offering advice. He didn't listen to a word, pushed the people in front of him away, and ran out of the company. A colleague drove the company's car, took him to the center of Zengcheng, Guangzhou.

The glass creaked, the wind whistled into his ears, Shen Junliang's mind went blank, and he felt very uncomfortable sitting in the middle row of the seven-seater business car. He leaned out of the left window, then moved to the right seat, staring wide-eyed to see if there was anyone holding a child.

It took more than ten minutes to drive 30 kilometers. Thinking that the traffickers shouldn't be that fast, they turned around and went back.

Before reaching home, Shen Junliang saw his wife from afar wearing a thin coat, standing in a daze at the door of the police station 20 meters away from home. Not only was her hair messy, but her left face, left eye, and left ear were all red and swollen. She cried and answered the police's questions with a hoarse voice.

"What are you doing? Talking about this and that. Stop asking questions and chase them quickly." This would waste time, Shen Junliang was furious.

After hearing what he said, the three police officers took his wife to an empty car, saying that there was no room and did not let him get on the car. He had no choice but to squat on the curb at the door of the police station and smoked one cigarette after another with his colleagues.

A few minutes later, the police and his wife came back and said that they chased for two kilometers in another direction but found nothing.

The wife continued to recall the "attack" to the police: when she was preparing lunch in the kitchen, a man hugged her from behind. Then, her head was covered with a plastic bag, her mouth and neck were sealed with transparent tape, and her hands were tied behind her back. A pungent and pungent smell of medicinal wine hit her. She couldn't open her eyes or speak, and she could only hear Shen Cong's crying getting farther and farther away.

Shen Junliang's heart was in a knot, wondering if his son would catch a cold after being snatched from his bed, and if anyone would comfort him when he couldn't sleep at night. The little guy's grinning face kept flashing in front of him. After an unknown amount of time, he remembered his son crying with veins bulging.

Shen Cong was his first child and carried the most expectations for him. When he sent his wife back to the countryside to wait for the birth of her child, he packed seven or eight bags with DVDs of children's songs and maternal and child supplies, filling up the bed of his father's tricycle.

After his wife and children returned to Zengcheng, he almost turned down all social events and thought about going home to play with his son every day. His son liked to have his back pressed against his chest, with him supporting his buttocks and his two lotus-like legs kicking forward. When telling his son the story of an old cow crossing a river, he would lie on the ground and imitate the cow's "mooing", which made his son laugh. He remembered clearly the small hole at the corner of his son's left eye, the green birthmark on his toe, the oval red birthmark on his thigh, and the red birthmark the size of a peanut on his buttocks.

A recent photo of Shen Cong when he was abducted. Photo provided by Shen Junliang

Before Shen Cong was abducted, his wife was pregnant and vomiting, and she had no strength to play with their son, so Shen Junliang often put his son in the walker at the door. When his son saw him after get off work, he would cry loudly, and his clothes on his shoulders were soaked with saliva and tears. He missed his child so much that he asked his wife to reflect on herself, saying that she gave the traffickers an opportunity.

His wife cried and said nothing, and he softened his heart again: someone tied her up and abducted her, and she had no way to do anything. She was also a victim, and the traffickers were the ones who were hateful. There was no point in complaining, and he had to find the person back as soon as possible.

Striving to find his son

Shen Junliang thought that he could find his child by fighting hard for a few days.

On the first day, Shen Junliang found a witness and confirmed that it was the male neighbor "Slant Eyes" and his wife who had taken the child away with others.

On the second day, he knelt down in front of a man who was in charge of surveillance.

In the surveillance video at the nearby bridgehead, a woman wrapped something in a flowered blanket and left on a private motorcycle.

A dozen days later, people from the factory next door helped him find out the real name of "Slant Eyes" - Zhou Rongping.

Zhou Rongping and his wife each hired a motorcycle to escape, and the police told him that the person in the blanket was not Shen Cong.

Zhou Rongping did not return to his hometown, so the police went to investigate.

Walking on the road, when he saw someone holding a child, Shen Junliang would run a few steps closer to take a glance at the child, and then walk away in the eyes of others who were wary or warning.

At night, he sneaked into the residential building in Zengcheng and listened to the crying.

Shen Cong's cry was different from other children's, and only he, as a father, could tell the difference. Some children cried quietly, so he went upstairs to listen. At two or three in the morning, a cry was heard. He heard it and it was not Shen Cong, so he shed tears silently.

After Shen Cong was robbed, his wife did not dare to go home, and stayed at a colleague's house. Every day she either cried or sat in a daze. He asked the villagers to help predict Shen Cong's fortune, but he didn't expect the news to leak out. His parents knew that their eldest grandson was missing the next day. His father ignored his farm work and set out for Zengcheng before dawn the next day.

The week when Shen Cong was lost, it rained a lot in Zengcheng. His father insisted on squatting on the lawn in front of the police station, and his clothes were always wet by the rain. His father said, "Other children are found, and the police can't find us all of a sudden."

Two or three months later, Shen Junliang quit his job and sent his father and pregnant wife back to his hometown. Following the news he got, he kept going to Guangzhou, Dongguan, Zhuhai, and Shenzhen. Wherever he went, the streets were covered with missing person notices.

That day in Shenzhen, he crossed a bridge and was walking along the road. Four young men surrounded him, with the tip of a knife against his stomach, and forced him to the edge of the lawn until his back was against the wall.

"I'm looking for my child." Shen Junliang said.

"Nothing special, we just want to borrow your phone for a while." A leading young man said in a relaxed tone.

"This number is on the missing person notices. If you take my phone away, I won't be able to find my child." He said.

"We only need one day." The tall and thin young man said again.

The knife was about to pierce his flesh, so he handed over his mobile phone. The other party glanced at his Longines watch and gold ring through the phone. After taking off these two items, the men took 600 yuan in cash from him, left 200 yuan for him to go back to Zengcheng, and ran away quickly.

Shen Junliang hugged his knees against the wall and burst into tears.

He never knew what was the point of crying in front of others, to get sympathy? Facing the TV camera, he could not shed a single tear. No matter how many times, his body was always stiff.

That day, he really couldn't hold it back. He felt that he was too wronged and too innocent. How could God be so unfair? The child was not found, and the mobile phone and valuables were stolen. How could a person be so small and powerless.

On the busy streets of Shenzhen, he curled up and cried for more than ten minutes. After crying, he patted the dust on the missing person notice and continued to hand it out to passers-by.

After Shen Cong was abducted, some people said that "Cong" is homophonic to "Chong", and two drops of water washed the child out of the house. He thought so too, and the next child should be named more exquisitely.

When his second son was born in 2006, he went to Guangdong to look for him, thinking that the child must take root in his family, so he named his second son Shen Jiayue and his youngest son Shen Jiahe respectively.

After his wife returned to her hometown, she was diagnosed with acute stress disorder and gradually developed hallucinations and delusions. The next year, his wife was diagnosed with schizophrenia, and the symptoms were sometimes mild and sometimes severe. Shen Junliang heard from his family that his wife often sat in the inner room picking her fingers, sometimes swearing, cursing her mother "deserving death", and even hitting people.

He secretly envied his wife. When she got sick, she could curse anyone she wanted and dump all the garbage in her heart. But he could only suppress his anger, listen to his mother's crying, and then go out to post missing person notices.

With a reward of 200,000 yuan, his phone kept ringing. Half of the clues were provided by people, and the other half were scammers. Once he transferred 2,000 yuan to a scammer and bought a train ticket to Chengdu. There were also small amounts, but he couldn't remember them clearly.

"Dad, I am Shen Cong," someone once left him a message online.

Before they had chatted for a few words, "Shen Cong" sent a message: Dad, I have no money, can you transfer some money to me.

He comforted himself that someone came to cheat, proving that the missing person notice was not posted in vain.

Hopeless delay

During the Spring Festival of 2008, Shen Junliang returned to his hometown from Guangdong. As soon as he entered the hall, he habitually walked towards the high bench in the main hall. Behind the bench was a 1.5-meter-long and 1-meter-wide picture of cranes welcoming and seeing off. His mother always liked to insert a family portrait in the gap between the frame and the glass. He took a step forward, and Shen Cong's birth photo and full-month photo moved closer to him. Halfway through, he turned his head to the side, squatted down and cried.

His mother and wife also cried. The father, who was in his 60s, lowered his head, picked up a cardboard box, and quietly took away all the photos of Shen Cong's birth and full-month photos. The small toys and storybooks that Shen Cong had at home before he went to Guangzhou were also packed there.

After dinner that day, Shen Junliang was in a dilemma whether to go on the road or return to his family next year. He sat in the inner room and thought of an event in his childhood.

That year, he was less than ten years old. One midsummer noon, the sun was scorching, and his father went to the fields with a pesticide barrel on his back. When he came back, his father squatted at the door of the house, as if he was poisoned by pesticides, saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth to the ground, and his skin was tanned black and red.

Just drink boiled water, grandpa said. But his father didn't get better even after drinking a lot of water.

After dinner, Shen Junliang grabbed two or three yuan from the gourd where his grandfather hid money, and went to the drugstore in the neighboring village alone. Rolling up his trouser legs and holding up an umbrella, he walked in the rainy night as a child. The roads in the village are easier to walk on, and you can use the light from each house. The path between villages can only be walked in the dark.

He watched his father take the medicine. He couldn't understand why his father couldn't avoid the hot noon when working. His father told him that farm work is endless, and the harder he works, the more income he can earn.

But in the past four years, he has searched all the places in Guangdong that should be found, but why can't the efforts his father said bring Shen Cong back home? The half-acre land in his hometown and the nearly new combine harvester were sold for 126,000 yuan, and all were spent. He had no savings of more than 90,000 yuan left, and he still had more than 200,000 yuan in foreign debt.

After the Spring Festival, Shen Junliang took his family to Jinan and worked as a truck driver in his cousin's factory. He made one delivery after another, slept well in the factory dormitory, and had to go out of town the next day. He was basically at home for one or two days a month.

The monthly rent for a Guangdong number was too expensive, so he got a Jinan number, which was printed on the new version of the missing person notice with a reward of 100,000 yuan. He didn't dare to cancel the old number. Whenever he received a clue from a number, he would go to Guangdong with his cousin's 10,000 yuan. He would find Zhou Rongping's fellow villagers, go to the grassroots police station to inquire, and post missing person notices. When the money was almost spent, he would go back to Jinan.

Since 2012, he was not busy with delivery, so he could stay at home for ten days a month. "Always keep an eye on it. Okay, if there is a gap to exploit, we can find a way." Even if he was not on the road, he would hold his mobile phone every day and chat with the clue provider, the police, and the media, and he dared not relax.

He left his two sons to his parents to take care of. The two children did not stick to him, and kept a distance from him when walking. Occasionally, when he asked about their studies, his wife, who had not yet recovered from schizophrenia, would get angry and say, "You have taken care of him so many times, why are you taking care of him now?"

He convinced himself that at least the two children were with their relatives, and their grandparents were looking after them. He had never heard of them being bullied. What about Shen Cong? He was living under someone else's roof. Would he get enough love?

Dawn and Abyss

The closest time to the answer was between 2015 and 2016.

In the fall of 2015, he contacted Chen Shiqu, then director of the Anti-trafficking Office of the Ministry of Public Security, through Weibo. At first, the other party did not believe that knowing the real name of the trafficker would not be able to find the child for ten years. After verification, Chen Shiqu told him that arrangements had been made.

Thinking that the trafficker was about to be arrested, he could not hold back and went to Guangzhou in September. The police asked him to identify the room number where the child was robbed and to provide additional testimony. He was completely immersed in excitement. The police said they wanted to wipe out the entire trafficking organization in one fell swoop. He went home with the good news and spent the Spring Festival.

March 5, 2016, 11:56, he remembered it exactly. While his sister was cooking noodles in the kitchen, he was walking from his room to the living room with his cell phone in his pocket. A message from a volunteer said, "The trafficker who stole your child has been arrested." He immediately called his sister and said Shen Cong would be back soon. His sister was so happy that she burst into tears.

The two of them went to the supermarket without eating, buying underwear, a schoolbag, and a desk for Shen Cong; five boxes of white wine and three packs of Yuxi cigarettes for dinner; and banners. He even asked a policeman for advice on how to write a banner. The other party sent him the name of a specific department, which made him more confident that the case was coming to an end and Shen Cong would be able to go home soon.

He was so happy that he thought about how to bring the child back. The train was too tiring and the plane was too expensive. It was better to drive a car. When he was hungry and sleepy, he would get off the highway and find a place to eat and sleep. If the child's adoptive parents chased after him and didn't let him go, the car would accelerate and break cleanly in an instant.

He had to find a faster car, so he asked his cousin to borrow a Buick from a friend. After a round trip of more than 4,000 kilometers, he first had the car serviced, and then went to the gas station to raise the gas pump again and again until the oil was about to overflow.

He placed his mobile phone in the place with the best signal at home. When someone called, he would hang up after just a few words, for fear of missing anything.

One day, one week, ten days. The car parked downstairs never left. If he drove away, he was afraid that he would be delayed for a long time and could not pay it back. If he returned it, he was afraid of receiving sudden news. He delayed for a few more days, and finally returned the car and bought a ticket to Guangzhou himself.

The first trial was held on October 19, and Shen Cong was still nowhere to be seen. He slammed the table in excitement, shaking all over, and the human traffickers opposite him all lowered their heads. The public prosecutor alleged that on the day his son was robbed, Zhou Rongping and his wife Chen Shoubi were keeping watch downstairs, while Yang Chaoping and Liu Zhenghong broke into the house, tied up Yu Xiaoli, and forcibly took Shen Cong away, handing him over to the trafficker Zhang Weiping. After Zhang Weiping sold Shen Cong for 13,000 yuan, the other four people divided up the 10,000 yuan in stolen money.

It would be nice to have a knife, Shen Junliang thought viciously, and stabbed each person. But Zhang Weiping couldn't die, because he was the only one who had seen the middleman and the buyer, and who would identify him if he died. Zhang Weiping confessed that Shen Cong was sold to a local aunt in Zengcheng, who often went to the Fupeng Mahjong Hall on Xiangjiang Road to play.

Shen Junliang chased to Xiangjiang Road and "cleaned the streets" with a missing person notice. When there was a health inspection, the sanitation workers followed him to shovel during the day, so he waited for them to get off work and stayed up late to post.

He didn't speak Cantonese and was not familiar with the locals. One morning, he targeted a shoe shiner on Xiangjiang Road. Having been shining shoes for more than 20 years, he must know all the details of the family. Shen Junliang sat over and told him about his pain in finding his child while shining shoes. Others paid three or five yuan, but he gave twenty when he left. When he went again in the afternoon, the shoe shiner listed the families who had bought children for him and told him the reasons of each family. He took out a notebook and wrote them down one by one.

However, he compared them with the police one by one and found that none of them matched Zhang Weiping's description. At that time, he fell into endless despair, but he did not dare to admit to his family that he "didn't want to live anymore and was very tired." But after thinking about it, he was unwilling to give up.

Shen Junliang increasingly suspected that Zhang Weiping was not telling the truth. But why lie? Did he not dare to say that he had disabled Shen Cong? Did he lose the child? Would there be something more horrible that would force Zhang Weiping to lie?

He kept asking the police to interrogate Zhang Weiping again.

Around June 2017, Zhang Weiping confessed new "facts". He said that from 2003 to 2005, he abducted and sold 9 children. Except for Shen Cong, he took the other children away when their parents were not paying attention as a neighbor in the rental house, and completed the transaction through a middleman called "Auntie Mei". Including Shen Cong, 8 boys were sold to Zijin County, Heyuan City.

Shen Junliang made color prints of Shen Cong's childhood photos, a simulated portrait of 13 years old, and a simulated portrait of "Auntie Mei". He noted that "Auntie Mei" is about 65 years old, 1.5 meters tall, speaks Cantonese and Hakka, and has been active in Zengcheng, Shaoguan, and Xinfeng for a long time.

At the end of 2017, Shen Junliang held up the previous missing person notice. Photo by Zhu Yuanxiang, reporter of The Paper

Different Choices

Shen Junliang met other parents at the court hearing in November 2017.

Deng Zihe and his wife from Chenzhou, Hunan, make a living by selling rice noodles. Their abducted son Deng Yunfeng is the second child in the family, and the other three children are still in school. Li Shuquan from Yongzhou, Hunan, works on a construction site in Guangzhou, and his wife raises two sons in his hometown. Zhong Dingyou from Jiangxi is engaged in construction in his hometown and also takes care of the children at home. Yang Jiaxin's father Yang Jiang jumped out of despair and died on the return train in October 2008 after failing to find his child. Yang Jiaxin's mother remarried, and only the child's eldest uncle came to attend the court hearing.

Unlike Shen Junliang, these families did not know the real names of the traffickers at first, and had no direction in their search for their children. Gradually, they returned to their hometowns one by one, gave birth to their second or third child, and rarely went on the road to search for their children.

In 2004, when his son Deng Yunfeng was kidnapped by Zhang Weiping, Deng Zihe was working as a loader at the railway station, earning a maximum of 2,000 yuan a month, and sometimes only 800 or 900 yuan.

While his wife Deng Shuhuan was cooking vegetables, his son, who was sitting at the door eating sugarcane, was taken away by a neighbor. He heard the news from the captain and rushed home. He went to Guangzhou Railway Station and begged the guard to lock him in the waiting room at night so that he could squat in the luggage inspection area to look for his son as soon as the door opened during the day. He squatted for 7 days without taking a shower or changing clothes. When he was hungry, he asked the people in the canteen outside to help him make instant noodles, and the soup saved him time to drink water.

With the 2,000 or 3,000 yuan in savings at home and more than 9,000 yuan lent to him by his co-workers, he went to the TV station. The TV station charged 540 yuan for one minute of time, and he bought it three times to play the video of his search for his son.

He also issued a missing person notice. In addition to living expenses, he spent 1,000 yuan to print 2,000 copies. The boss asked him about typesetting, but he said he didn't know. When asked about his son's features, he hesitated for a long time before saying "two turns on the top of the head and a broken palm on the left hand". He didn't have a mobile phone, so he left his brother-in-law's phone number.

A month later, the missing person notices were all sent out and the money was all gone.

He couldn't borrow money. There were five brothers and two sisters in his family, and each of them had about three children. At that time, there were no odd jobs in his hometown, and everyone had no money. He sent his wife and four-month-old second son back to his hometown, and went back to work.

In addition to asking the police, Deng Zihe could only pray for the TV drama plot to happen: two people pushing a popcorn cart on the road and running into their long-lost son.

Deng Zihe believed this and walked around the streets of Guangzhou, looking at the faces of passers-by. Without money to print, he handed the missing person notice to others, and when others reached out to take it, he shyly withdrew it, smiled bitterly, and said, "There are only a few left."

Someone called to provide clues. If they go, they worry that the money will go down the drain. If they don¡¯t go, they secretly curse themselves for being cowardly and sorry for the child. This clue may be invalid, they would think.

In 2012, when the youngest daughter was 6 years old, Deng Zihe returned to his hometown. The couple bought a rice noodle machine and got up at two or three o'clock every day to deliver goods to breakfast stalls and scattered village households, earning 7,000 to 8,000 yuan a month to support their children¡¯s education.

Deng Zihe and his wife worked together to bag the cut rice noodles. Photo by Zhong Xiaomei, a reporter from The Paper

Before meeting Shen Junliang, Deng Zihe had experienced a disappointment. In June 2017, the police called the couple to rush to Guangzhou. The couple poured out the rice noodles they had made the day before and woke up at two or three o'clock the next day to prepare for departure.

Deng Shuhuan was carsick and was still confused when he arrived at the criminal police team, and kept asking where the child was.

"Don't mention the child for the time being." A policeman said that this time it was just to identify the traffickers. Holding back her disappointment, Deng Shuhuan recognized the fat and old Zhang Weiping at a glance. How could she forget? For a long time after the child was abducted, she forced herself to recall his appearance several times every day.

The next time she saw Zhang Weiping was during the trial. Shen Junliang was sitting in the front and speaking, and Deng Zihe wanted to take the parents to beat Zhang Weiping to vent his anger. After breaking the cordon twice, six or seven policemen took turns to put pressure on him with their eyes.

He was quiet. If he didn't find the child, it would be too uneconomical to go to jail. The next day, he followed Shen Junliang to Zijin County to find the child.

Several parents in the same case printed the children's information on the same missing person notice, and distributed it together in crowded squares and markets, and searched the schools in Zijin County in a carpet-style manner.

During dinner, everyone drank together. Shen Junliang raised his glass and encouraged everyone, "The scope has been narrowed down to Zijin County. Let's work hard and find the child." Other parents also stood up, stretched out their arms, clinked their glasses, and drank the wine in their glasses.

Shen Junliang created a WeChat group for everyone, called "a group of children abducted by the same group of human traffickers." A week later, Shen Junliang was the only one in the group in Zijin County. Li Shuquan said that he needed to go home to make some money and then come to Zijin County. Deng Zihe also couldn't let go of his family's rice noodle business and children, so he returned to his hometown.

Some relatives of the victims showed photos of the abducted children at that time. The police initially found that "Auntie Mei" was an important suspect involved in the case. Photo by Zhu Yuanxiang, a reporter from The Paper

"We can't let go of the children around us, otherwise we will owe more than just Yunfeng. "Deng Shuhuan said that in the years before little Yunfeng was abducted, she didn't have the heart to make money or take care of the children. Once, the eldest daughter was called a poor person at school. She came home with a scratched face and cried, saying that she would never go to school again. She suddenly woke up and had to make money to protect the children around her.

She thought that reality was very cruel. If she had no capital after finding her biological parents, the children would not necessarily return to their biological parents if they lived well in the foster parents' home.

It was at the end of this year that Shen Junliang first thought about returning to his family.

One day in December, he was sitting in the living room replying to messages about Shen Cong. When he looked up, he found that he was alone at home - he forgot to pick up the children again. He ran to the gate of the community and happened to meet his two sons. The youngest son's back was a little bent by the weight of his schoolbag, but he still refused to take off the schoolbag for him. He held the hand strap of one son's schoolbag in one hand and helped them lift it up.

"Dad, it's okay. The two of us often walk back." Hearing the words of his second son, Shen Junliang's throat tightened a little and his nose felt a little sour. Out of guilt for his two children and family, he told the media that he wanted to find a job.

With clues coming one after another, Shen Junliang went to Guangdong again afte

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