Especially that cold winter, that cramped street corner. I just said something, empty. My mother was as panicked as if she had stolen someone else's things. She looked around for passers-by with red eyes, fearing that others might hear her. In fact, when she actually stole something from her neighbor, she didn't show the guilty conscience that I understood. Even when she was accused by others, she still looked like she had a clear conscience. At that time, I didn't understand why I asked my mother and she covered my mouth tightly. I just told the truth. The passers-by looked at my mother with strange eyes. They thought that there would be bad people in this era who would blatantly kidnap and traffic children. When I was three years old, it was still In the "Datong Era", people were all one family. I think there would never be bad people in our era. Nowadays, people are afraid of the law. At that time, the people were the law. It was considered unusual for passers-by to take wallets dropped on the street. The people in our small mountainous county were very united. I think if I hadn't struggled to call my mother, mother, in the end. Those angry passers-by will not give up. We are really short of bad people here. A place with only good people is such a boring place. That's why I said at that time, it's empty!
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