Yang Jiabo couldn't tell the adults himself because that would make others think he was also a victim and look at him with colored glasses. He originally planned to wait for the perverted gardener to "commit a crime" and then lead people to expose him, however the victimized child would probably be affected.
[戴有色眼镜 dài yǒu sè yǎn jìng : lit. to wear colored glasses; fig. to have a prejudiced viewpoint]
Yang Jiabo never considered telling the adults in his family about this. He was just a little kid and didn't want to draw attention to himself. He didn't know what a pervert like him would do if he provoked. He couldn't think of any good solution for a moment, and he was worried about it for the next few days.
After school that day, Yang Jiabo's family was busy and would pick him up later. He sat on the flower bed beside the playground, frowning and sighing. Wei Jing sat next to him and waited with him. Wei Feng happily took the pocket money given by Wei Jing and went to buy snacks.
"Jia Jia, what's been wrong with you these past two days? You have been sighing a lot."
"Nothing." Although Wei Jing was smart, he was too young. Yang Jiabo felt that he had to figure out a solution on his own.
"Are you sick?" Wei Jing reached out and touched Yang Jiabo's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever, but being sick doesn't necessarily mean you have a fever. Jia Jia, you don't look well. Why don't you go to the hospital? "
"I'm in good health." Yang Jiabo quickly said that he was fine, fearing that Wei Jing would take him to the hospital for an examination the next moment.
Wei Jing stared at his face for a long time, frowned and said: "Your complexion is really not right, have you looked in the mirror?"
"Really?" Yang Jiabo raised his chubby little hand and touched his baby-fat face, which was smooth, tender and full of collagen. "Maybe I didn't get enough rest?"
"Is there something wrong with you?" Wei Jing stared at him straight, as if he wouldn't stop until Yang Jiabo told him the truth.
"I'm fine, I just met a pervert recently." Yang Jiabo almost blurted out, and as soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself.
"What? Are you hurt?" Wei Jing stood up in surprise, not expecting the matter to be so serious.
"No, don't worry and listen to me slowly." Yang Jiabo pulled his hand, motioned him to sit down, and told him the story of the gardener without hesitation.
"Jia Jia, are you really okay?" Wei Jing looked at him worriedly.
"What's that look in your eyes? I'm so smart that I can see through his disgusting tricks at a glance." Yang Jiabo was furious at the look Wei Jing gave him.
"Really?" Wei Jing knew that Yang Jiabo was very fond of sweets and there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be deceived. But he was very smart and it wasn't easy to deceive him, so Wei Jing was not sure.
"Although I love sweets, I have principles, okay?" Since he could start over again, he must ensure that all his black history in his previous life would no longer exist, and a perfect life would await him if he didn't commit suicide.
Wei Jing nodded and said like a little adult: "That's good, stay away from perverts in the future, it's safer."
"But what about the other kids? Help me think of a way to expose him without leaving any trace." Yang Jiabo felt funny as soon as he finished speaking. He must be crazy to discuss such a thing with a child.
"Jia Jia, let the adults handle this matter. You are still a child, and that kind of person is too dangerous for you."
Yang Jiabo's eyes suddenly lit up as an idea struck him. He excitedly hugged Wei Jing and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Why didn't I think of that? You're so smart, bro."
Wei Jing's face turned bright red immediately, and even the tips of his ears turned red.
"Brother, why is your face so red? Is it because of the sun?" Wei Feng came back with snacks and stared at Wei Jing in confusion.
"You are silly, the sun has already set." Yang Jiabo laughed while leaning on Wei Jing when he saw Wei Feng's silly and cute expression.
"Ah, if you two have one red face, one yellow face, and one green face, you can form a traffic light." Wei Feng looked at them and made an amazing discovery.
"Yeah, you are the green-faced one, and the three of us can be the traffic light combination." Yang Jiabo replied nonchalantly.
"Only ghosts have green faces. My face is not green!" Wei Feng pouted.
"Whatever you say."
"Brother, Jiajia bullied me." Wei Feng complained to his brother, but his brother was biased and naturally stood on Yang Jiabo's side. Wei Feng sat on the other side angrily with the snacks in his arms. He decided to eat alone and ignore the two bad guys.
How could Yang Jiabo let go of the food that was right in front of him? He pounced over, grabbed a small butter bread and stuffed it into his mouth. Wei Feng screamed and started a tug of war with him, allowing Wei Jing to grab a whole bag of snacks and become the final winner. But since he was the one who paid for the snacks, so it wasn't like he was taking advantage of Wei Feng.
For a period of time afterwards, Yang Jiabo went out to play with the children every day, and subtly planting the idea that the gardener's behavior was very similar to that of a human trafficker. Most of the children had been bribed by the gardener's sugar-coated bullets, and Yang Jiabo didn't expect them to agree immediately and become more vigilant. He didn't dare do it too obviously so as not to attract the attention of the gardener. Yang Jiabo's purpose was to let the adults know and arouse their vigilance.
[糖衣炮弹 táng yī pào dàn: lit. sugar-coated bullets; the metaphor is an offensive method that is cleverly disguised to make people happy to accept]
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