Chapter 11 I'm Smart
The gardener was a child molester who often gave snacks to the neighborhood kids to make them like him. In the corner of the garden there was a tool shed that belonged to the gardener alone. He would trick the children into going there to kiss and touch them. This year was not the time of information explosion in the future when children were as smart as ghosts. Today's children were pure, ignorant and didn't know anything, let alone mention it to their parents.
Yang Jiabo really didn't want to admit that he also had been deceived by the gardener with candy in his previous life, which scared him. Afterwards, he avoided places where the gardener appeared, and he didn't know if this pervert had been discovered. However, he never heard any news about him in his previous life, so even if he was discovered, he shouldn't have been punished.
At that time, Yang Jiabo was still confused and soon forgot about it. Now when he saw this person again, he suddenly remembered him. When he came back to his senses from his memories, the gardener had already distributed the candies.
At this time, Yang Jiabo noticed the difference. Several children with good family background and good education politely refused. Thinking of how greedy he used to be, Yang Jiabo simply wanted to die again. This was definitely a black history that must not be known to anyone. But now it was different, he would never be fooled.
As for whether or not to stop other children from being deceived, Yang Jiabo was a little conflicted. Once the truth was exposed, the only ones who would suffer in the end were the children. At most, the pervert would be fired from the company, but the company might even hide him for the sake of reputation. He was not a savior, he was just a kid, so he didn't need to worry about feeling guilty.
But when he looked at those innocent and cute little faces and those familiar people, Yang Jiabo felt pain in his conscience.
"Jia Jia, why are you in a daze?" Wei Bo came behind him at some point and pushed him.
Yang Jiabo stumbled and almost fell, he said unhappily, "Nothing, I just think that the gardener uncle doesn't look like a good person."
"No, I think he is a good person, he often gives us delicious food." Wei Bo said as he peeled a candy and put it in his mouth. It was obviously given by the gardener.
"You are stupid. Aren't those child traffickers the same? " Yang Jiabo curled his lips in disdain, thinking that his friend was really stupid. Unlike Wei Jing, he was so smart that he didn't look like a child. However, no matter how smart he was, he was still kidnapped because he didn't have enough fighting power.
This will be considered as his lifelong black history, right? Yang Jiabo thought secretly.
"The child traffickers are strangers, but the gardener is not." Wei Bo was determined to believe that the gardener was a good man.
Yang Jiabo rubbed his forehead, thinking that Wei Bo was so stupid, no wonder he would end up in jail for the rest of his life.
Yang Jiabo suddenly felt horrified to find that few of his friends had a good ending. Most of the friends who got into accidents came from poor family environments.
Wei Bo's parents became addicted to drugs and divorced, and then Wei Bo also became addicted to drugs. He heard that his parents were executed and he was put in jail. Another example, Shi Lei, his parents divorced and no one wanted him, so he had been living alone since sixth grade. His personality became more and more introverted and gloomy. After being provoked by someone, he picked up a knife and injured that person. Although that person didn't die, but Shi Lei died by suicide.
"Jia Jia, why are you daydreaming again?" Wei Bo pushed him impatiently.
"Stop it, I'm thinking about important things." Yang Jiabo frowned, looked at Wei Bo with sympathy, and slapped his claws away.
"Hey, hey, I'm asking you two, are you still going to play or not?" Dingxiang put her hands on her hips, raised her eyebrows and glared at them fiercely.
"No more playing, no more playing, I haven't finished my homework yet." Yang Jiabo had something on his mind and had no interest in accompanying these children, so he ran away.
"Hmph, let's continue." Dingxiang turned her head away proudly and continued playing with her friends.
When Yang Jiabo returned home and saw Yang Jianjun, he rushed over and hugged his legs tightly. At this time, the reform and opening up had just begun and people's thinking was still conservative. The impact of divorced families on children was far greater than 20 years later. They were in a period of rapid development, public security was not good, and children could easily learn bad things.
[改革开放 gǎi gé kāi fàng: to reform and open to the outside world; refers to Deng Xiaoping's policies from around 1980]
Perhaps because of this, although his father and mother disliked each other, they never got a divorce. The elders’ disapproval was one reason, but the main reason was for him. In his previous life, when his parents quarreled, he always thought that it would be better if they got a divorce. When he thought about it now, he suddenly felt like an idiot.
"What's wrong with Jiajia? Was he bullied?" Yang Jianjun reached out and picked up his son, holding him in his arms.
"No." Yang Jiabo replied sullenly.
"So what's going on?"
"No, I'm just tired from playing and want dad to hug me." Yang Jiabo hugged his father's neck and acted coquettishly.
"You kid." Yang Jianjun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Although the future of his friends was worrying, but it was a very long time in the future. His own affairs were tangled skein, and his ability was limited. He could only wait and see, he would help if he could help. As for now, the most important thing was how to let everyone know that the gardener was a pervert.
[乱麻 luàn má: lit. tangled skein; in a tremendous muddle; confused]
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