"Have you seen it, has anyone seen it, and there is no selling, and the seller is gone, and there is a big living person in the daylight."
Zhao Dacheng was so anxious that he drove the carriage and galloped down the street, asking people everywhere.
Sadly, none of them said they had ever seen a seller.
"Nope" "Nope" "We didn't see it" "Where you lost it, you can find it," an old man kindly reminded.
Zhao Dacheng then remembered, yes, I asked Mai'er to go to Qiyuan Liquor Store to buy wine and food, and Mai'er went, and then disappeared.
At the very least, the seller was lost from around there.
He hurriedly drove the carriage and galloped to the Qiyuan Wine Shop, and asked one by one.
"I saw that I had come to the Qiyuan Wine Shop, and it seemed that I had entered the Qiyuan Wine Shop."
"I saw her, and she seemed to be holding a piece of flesh and bone in her hand."
"Where has she gone," Zhao Dacheng asked anxiously.
"That side seems to be that way" Zhao Dacheng asked all the way, but in the end, the clue was broken, and no one ever saw the seller again.
"It's around here" Zhao Dacheng was sure, and the seller was lost between the Qiyuan wine shop and no one knew about this section of the road.
When he came to a junction, he got out of the carriage and chased him down the path.
Out of the street of Qiyuan Town, there was no figure of the seller, and no one said that he saw the seller, so he found it again, and then drove to the next intersection, got out of the car and looked for it in the direction of the countryside, and so on.
The money shopkeeper drove the carriage back to the liquor store, briefly arranged the affairs of the store, and then came out with the idle staff and searched everywhere.
The seller disappeared after leaving him, and must have been around here.
The two young men from Zhao Dacheng's family and the two young men from the money shopkeeper's family were even more like headless flies, bouncing around the street, and asked when they met people: They have asked several times when they see that there is no one who sells their sisters.
But he was not angry with him, nor did he laugh at them, but replied that he did not see them.
Zhuangzi searched along the roof of the street on one side, until he reached the Qiyuan wine shop, but he did not find any sellers.
After walking through the whole street, I still haven't seen any sales.
He flew to the roof of the street on the other side and looked back.
When I got to the Qiyuan wine shop, I still didn't find it for sale.
But he saw Zhao Dacheng and the shopkeeper Qian, and the two of them had the same idea, and they both followed the intersection to look for the countryside.
Zhuangzi didn't go down to say hello, and continued to look back.
After two intersections, he saw a grove in the distance, and he was a little suspicious that he had gone to the grove.
Women are not like men, they can be convenient anywhere.
When it is convenient for women, they generally either go into other people's homes, or run far away to go to a place where no one is convenient.
He got off the roof and followed the path that led to the country.
As he approached the grove, his heart beat suddenly.
He heard the cry of the seller, and it was not loud and miserable.
"Sell your child, sell your child, sell your child, sell your child, sell your child" Zhuangzi shouted as he galloped over.
Out of the grove, on a sandy ground, there he knelt, one moment with his head down, and the other with his head up, facing the sky.
Her hair was messed up, scattered, and draped in front of her, making it impossible to see her face.
When she lowered her head and wept, her hair hung down, and only strands of hair swayed.
When she raised her face to the sky, she could see her pale face.
"Crying and mourning" Only then did Zhuangzi know that when a person loses a loved one and is helpless, he often uses this method to cry to the sky, so that the sky can listen to their voice and give them mercy.
"Sell your son, sell your son, sell me, have me, have your Zhuang brother, sell your child" At this time, Zhao Dacheng, Shopkeeper Qian and others all ran to this side from the side when they heard the sound.
"Over there, over there, I heard the cry of the seller."
"Selling children, selling children, selling children" "Sell over there, over there" "Selling Sister Selling Sister" "Selling Sister Selling Sister" On the other side of the street, someone finally inquired and said that the seller was crying over there, and they all ran over.
Mai'er ignored Zhuangzi and was still crying.
Now she has no strength to cry, and she has lost her mind by crying, where can she still tell who is who "Brother Zhuang has Brother Zhuang and Brother Zhuang has Brother Zhuang and Brother Zhuang has sold children" Zhuang Zi ran over, ran to the ground on both knees, knelt in front of Mai'er, and held Mai'er in his arms "Brother Zhuang" Mai'er looked hard, but she couldn't hold on any longer, screamed, fell into Zhuangzi's arms, and passed out.
"Selling children, selling children, selling children" Seeing that Mai'er was unconscious, Zhuangzi hugged Mai'er tightly.
What could he give her at this moment besides a hug, there was a man's promise.
"If my sister has me, I will treat you as a sister, I will take care of you for the rest of your life, and my sister will have a brother, and there will be a brother in Zhuang."
Thinking of his childhood, Zhuangzi also burst into tears.
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In the past, he had a happy home, a father and a mother, and he looked forward to growing up quickly, like his father and mother, fighting the sword world.
But one day, he realized that he was an orphan, his father and mother were gone, and he was killed by a man named Yang Zhu.
That moment is also the mood of the seller.
Although he has a master, his master is a master after all, and he is not his father No one can replace the position of the father and mother in the heart, and the position of the father and mother in the heart is irreplaceable, forever and ever Zhuangzi picked up Mai'er and walked back.
Mai'er's face was pale, tears were still in the corners of his eyes, and his hair was messy and fluttering in the wind.
Zhao Dacheng, Shopkeeper Qian and others came over one after another, and everyone came.
Seeing that Mai'er was unconscious, they all shouted on the side: "Sell your child wake up, Sell your child wake up" Seeing Zhuangzi coming over with his arms in his arms, they all automatically retreated to the side of the road and made way for them.
Zhao Dacheng and the shopkeeper followed behind Zhuangzi.
"What's wrong with the sale, it's okay," Zhao Dacheng asked.
"Alas, the pitiful son cried and fainted" Zhuangzi ignored everyone and walked in great strides.
When they arrived on the street, Zhao Dacheng and the carriage of the shopkeeper Qian were already waiting there, Zhuangzi got into the carriage, and Zhao Dacheng drove the carriage and galloped away.
The money shopkeeper followed in a carriage.
"Brother Zhuang woo woo" Under the jolt of the carriage, the seller woke up.
Finding herself lying in Zhuangzi's arms, she screamed hoarsely.
Then he leaned his head into Zhuangzi's arms and cried softly "Driving" "Woo woo" On the street, the sound of a car and a woman's cry were left behind
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