Chapter 5: Young master, the children say you are a human trafficker.

Inside the house, Lin Jian is standing against the door frame, holding his father's portrait in his arms.

Lin Jiangyue and his wife were sitting on the edge of the kang, apprehension mixed with a little bit of excitement that was hard to hide, while Shen Ke stood directly across from them, and there were two spring chairs in the room, but he didn't sit down, so at first glance the confrontation looked as if he was being cross-examined, but Shen Ke's demeanor was always calm, and he couldn't see the slightest hint of being in a hurry.

Lin Jiangyue once again took the lead and greeted Lin Jian, who was leaning against the door, "Bao'er, go pack up your clothes and bag."

Little Lin Jian lowered his head, his eyes fixed on a small concave nest on the concrete floor, as if he hadn't heard.

"Hey you child!" Lin Jiangyue glanced at Shen Ke and urged, "Didn't Big Aunt tell you everything just now!"

What was the deal?

It's probably Lin Jian's phrase, "If you leave, you won't come back".

Shen Ke has not said a word, from the door until now, but the family's psychological activities can be seen clearly, the adults do not foster to push out, but the children do not want to go.

Song Zhi professional mediation skills on line again, Chairman Shen "mouth for" after all is not a name: "Ms. Lin, I still recommend that you think about it, at least and the child to discuss again, the child is too small, and has just experienced such a change, and then hastily Leave the familiar environment and relatives ...... And, the child is not willing to go, no one can force ......"

"Who said anything about unwillingness! He's just a kid, he doesn't know anything!" When he heard that this matter had to be discussed, He Guodong refused, "His father and mother are gone, why do we have to keep a foreigner in the He family? Besides, how did he lose his father? Isn't it right for you to take care of him? It's the right thing to do!"

At this moment, little Lin Jian, who was leaning against the doorframe, suddenly spoke out, "This is my father's house, it's my home."

The people present did not expect him to suddenly come up with such a sentence, for a moment they all froze for a moment, but when it comes to the deed of the family property, Lin Jiangyue is bound to be the one who reacts the most quickly: ''Nonsensical it you! Who said it was your father's house! The real estate license is written in my name! When that mom of yours left, your father passed the house to me, and it will be my son's private property from now on, it has nothing to do with you!"

Lin Jian did not speak again, his mouth slightly open, like a sudden speechlessness when he was not expecting it, or like he had some difficulty in understanding the meaning of these words.

Shen Ke pressed his finger against his left brow bone, thinking to himself that for an eight year old, this was considered quite excessive.

The room fell silent again, and just as Lin Jiangyue was about to make another attack, Shen Ke suddenly walked up to Lin Jian, who subconsciously shrank his shoulders and saw Shen Ke squatting down in front of him.

Even when he was crouching on the ground, Shen Ke was still half a body taller than Lin Jian, but this was a height and distance Lin Jian was more familiar with, after all, from last night until now, this person seemed to have been talking to himself in this position.

The little child's eyes were filled with undisguised defensiveness and alertness, and on closer inspection there seemed to be a bit of instinctive fear mixed in, Shen Ke tried to keep his tone and demeanor as gentle as possible, and asked him, "How about coming home with me first to see what's going on? My home is quite beautifully decorated, and I have a young lady about your age, so if you like it there, you can stay, but of course, if you don't like it, I'll send you back anytime."

Lin Jian stared at him for a few seconds and when he opened his mouth, his tone remained guarded, "What's the return?"

Big Auntie said the house was hers, and the kid was just small, not stupid, and he could see for himself that they really didn't want him now once his dad was gone.

Shen Ke, on the other hand, says, "What goes around comes around - and I promise you, your home will always be your home, and no one can take it away from you."

He Guodong : "Hey how do you people talk ......"

Lin Jian looked at him again for a few seconds, while dropping his eyes, but his little eyebrows unconsciously frowned, and after a long half day, he added: "My father won't let me go with people I don't know, saying that they're all 'flower shooters'."

It was Shen Ke's turn to freeze.

Shen Ke twenty years old this year, born with a golden spoon, from a young age was praised "little genius" grown up only son of the Shen family, these twenty years of life is also considered to be a broad knowledge of the past and present, however, "shoot flowers of" this word ... ... is really the first time to hear ... ... is a strange. ...This is really the first time I've heard of it, and it's unfamiliar to me.

Song Zhi saw his daze and came over from behind him, cleared his throat, and leaned over to explain quietly in his ear, "...... Young master, the children say that you are a human trafficker."

Shen Ke: "......"

"I don't ......" Shen Ke rare stuck for a moment, the heart suddenly feel a little want to laugh, but still look natural to comfort little Lin Jian, "I'm not 'shooting flowers ', you can rest assured, and ...... also have to let your father have a place to settle down, right."

Hearing this, Lin Jian seemed to be touched, and the defensive look on his face finally slowly dissipated a little.

"Of course, if you really don't want to go and just want to stay here, that's no problem."

He was always calm, and his tone was very natural, without the slightest hint of coercion, but when these words were spoken, Lin Jiangyue and He Guodong were clearly unable to sit still.

"What is this!" He Guodong jumped down from the side of the kang and reached for Lin Jian's arms, apparently aiming for Lin Jianghe's photo, "I think you two are just stuck on our old He family!"

Lin Jian quickly dodged to the side, Shen Ke frowned and glanced out of the room, and in the next second, before He Guodong could make another move, he was already pressed to the ground by the two bodyguards standing by outside the door.

"What are you doing?" Lin Jiangyue shouted. Lin Jiangyue shouted out at the top of his voice, panicked and jumped to the side of the struggling He Guodong, tearing the arms of the bodyguards while howling, "Murder! There is no law of the land,...... not enough to harm one of our family, but also want to kill another ah - help ah!"

Circumstances change too quickly, small Lin Jian holding the photo back to the door, first staring at the situation in the room froze for a moment, and then looked up at Shen Ke a glance, and finally did not say anything, turned his head to run out.

"Let go." Shen Ke got up from the ground, watched Lin Jian run into the west wing of the courtyard through the door of the hall, and lifted his foot to follow him out.

Walked two steps, stopped and turned back to the two families sitting on the ground and said, "The two of you first have a mental preparation, the child is willing to go with me, the Shen family will treat him well, but if he is not used to living and want to come back - this home, it will have to be his."

"What do you mean?" Lin Jiangyue was still out of breath, "You're so rich, you're threatening us!"

"No." Shen Ke turned toward the courtyard, ignoring the boring question of whether her money was marvelous or not, and simply said in a faint voice, "It's advance notice."

In the yard, little Lin Jian has already packed himself a small pocket, a large piece of dark blue cotton fabric, which contains not much, probably some clothes, the corners of a tie, so that it becomes a small parcel of the appearance of a canvas material behind the back of the shoulders of the schoolbag, his arms still holding Lin Jianghe's statue.

Watching Shen Ke approach, he pursed his lips, slightly pale from malnutrition, and led the way out of the courtyard without a word.

A child so young, after all, has no choice but to make a choice.

On the way back, Shen Ke took Lin Jian to sit in the back row, Song Zhi still sat in the passenger seat, occasionally looking back, then sighed secretly and turned away.

Lin Jian's small parcels and school bag are in the trunk, but Lin Jianghe's photo is always in his arms.

The first time to ride in a car, and such a high-class car, Lin Jian did not show the slightest novelty, always leaning in the triangular area between the door and the seat back, head against the window, eyes looking out the window.

The car kept moving forward, leaving the familiar small mountain village and pulling onto the national highway.

The poplar forests on both sides of the national highway are turning yellow, and the wind is blowing a golden wave.

The car got farther and farther away, and the direction of home could no longer be found.

A little further on, all that could be seen was the mountains in the distance clothed in fiery red.

That's when the hawthorns on the mountain are ripe.

And this winter, little Lin Jian can't eat.