When my brother went south to work in Guangdong, he asked me to go with me. At that time, he was timid and often heard older fellow villagers around him say that Guangzhou was too messy and dared to rob it on the streets. One year when they went back to their hometown to buy tickets at the train station, they saw a few gangsters grab a young woman with gold bracelets. The woman held the bracelet and didn't let go. One of them cut it with a knife, saying that the woman's palm was even a skin, and the earrings were dragged away, and the blood drooped in her ears kept dripping down. It was quite scary.
So I didn’t go to Guangzhou with my brother, but went to Jiangsu to work with other fellow villagers. After the last time I was on the phone in 1998, I couldn’t contact him. At that time, my family thought my brother was just too playful and didn’t care. It was almost thirty years in a flash.
Some time ago, my mother often watched relative search programs on TV. When she saw a mother finding her son and daughter who had been missing for many years, her son found her mother who had been abducted and trafficked for more than ten years, she couldn't help but burst into tears: "I said it's already 73 this year, and I don't know if I can see my brother anymore, I can only say: "I can see it, I must be able to."
Brother, my mother is getting older and older. You can’t be fun anymore. It’s time to go home. My sister and I are waiting for you to return at home. Do you can’t find the way home?
light the lights to illuminate the door of the house, let the lost brother find the way home, and warm the brother’s heart with a little light!
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