Another day passed like this and the next day, she and Uncle carried the child to find a policeman.
Before they even reached the station, they heard a loud sound. “She is mine, she is mine. I have found the human trafficker, I have found him!”
Before Flower could react, a bunch of people came running over and snatched the child away from her arms. She didn’t even have the time to explain anything when she started getting beat by the rest.
Uncle was shocked too, but he instinctively covered her body with his. All the rods and baton landed on his back. A man picked up a brick and threw it onto his head. Blood spurted out from the wound but there were still people who weren’t satisfied.
The child was crying, Flower was crying. Everyone around them was shouting and scolding and it didn’t take very long for the police to arrive. Flower and Uncle had a swollen face with wounds covering their entire bodies.
After understanding the situation, the people who had beaten them all hung their heads down in shame.
They were scolded by the police too for beating them up without even understanding the situation. Would a human trafficker bring a child around so brazenly on the streets?
How were they going to solve the situation now? Flower was someone who would definitely seek revenge and before anyone had time to react, she wiped her face and picked up the brick on the floor. She turned around and smashed it into the head of the man who had used it.
Blood flowed out of his head and he lost consciousness.
Flower’s face was shabby as she burst into a smile. However at the same time, two streaks of tears flowed down from her face.
Uncle touched his own head. There was blood at the back but the brick smashing into his head wasn’t in vain. At the very least, it seemed as if he was clearer now.
He touched Flower’s head as she laughed at him in a daze.
“Stupid,” Uncle used his sleeve to wipe his dirty face. He felt much clearer, but he still had no idea who he was. But indeed, he was no longer dumb.
They no longer needed compensation from others. Flower had given the man a good beating.
“Uncle, do you think I am too stupid? We could have received a good sum of money as compensation. But it is all gone because of a brick.”
Uncle rubbed Flower’s face.
“Not dumb, it is good to release your anger. Getting hit isn’t something bad.”
“Uncle you are really good at comforting people,” Flower was crying. However all of a sudden, she thought of something. She stopped and used her hands to pinch Uncle’s cheeks.
“Uncle, you seem to have become smart again?”
“That hit made me smart.” Uncle touched the bruise at the back of his head, it still hurt.
“Then Uncle, knock me too. See if you can make me smarter?” Flower envied smart people. They could earn money incredibly quickly. As for her and Uncle, they scrimped and saved but everything was gone after feeding the children for a few days and getting Uncle’s injury checked out.
“You are already very smart.” Uncle rubbed Flower’s head. “Let’s go, let’s make some money.” He smiled. He had a row of white teeth and Flower would always say that despite being poor, he still had his pride. They were poor but he insisted on brushing his teeth every day, ensuring they stayed white. He would force her to brush her teeth along with him too.
Flower thought that Uncle wanted her to pick up bottles with her again. But it wasn’t. He made her take out all her money and she did. She gave him all the money that she had earned the past few months.
Uncle bought a pile of items and brought her along to open a stall. They managed to earn back whatever money they had put in in the first day itself. She had no idea how he did it but he was able to sell everything he wanted to sell. When they earned some money, he used it to buy a phone. She felt a pinch in her heart and she couldn’t get a good night sleep for a few days after. She barely had time to touch the cash and it was gone in a blink of an eye.
With his new phone, Uncle stopped caring about anything else. He played with his phone the whole day and left Flower to search for bottles on her own. She had let go of it either way and was fine with spending it. She would earn them back next time.
She started off with nothing to begin with. She could earn a lot in the past and she would be able to earn it back.
She laughed and went about picking bottles happily. She came back with food for Uncle and didn’t feel that he was a burden at all.
A few days later, Uncle dragged her to buy some clothes and tidied her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her messy hair had been cut short and neat and she was dressed in fresh clothes. Uncle was clean too and looked way better. Only then did she realise that he wasn’t an uncle at all. He was at most thirty, or rather, twenty plus.
He had so much money all of a sudden and they didn’t have to stay outside anymore. They could sleep in a motel with a bed and he said he was playing with something called stocks. Flower had no idea what that meant.
In any case, they could make money from the phone.
This was the first time that Flower knew that one could make money from a phone. It wasn’t a waste of money.
Yan Huan stopped smiling as she stood up and gave a lazy stretch. It wasn’t easy and Flower had finally changed from a weirdo into someone normal. At this point of time, it was almost the end of filming for Uncle.
It had already been three months since she entered the cast and time had really passed quickly. Another year had passed and she was almost 22. She had been reborn when she was 20 and almost 2 years had passed since then.
Soon, she was about to reach the point she had left off in her previous life. This life, she will stand firmer and further.
Not long ago, the cast of Game Lake had told her that they had gotten a broadcast timing already and it would start showing next month. Yanhua’s The Return of the Condor Heroes would be showing at the same time. Was Su Muran trying to push her down?
Whatever, she didn’t have many thoughts about this.
Game Lake was a small production while The Return of the Condor Heroes was a huge one. She wouldn’t be able to win it. Money has its uses at the end of the day and it is better if she wasn’t able to win it. At night, she was so exhausted that she didn’t want to move. But it seemed as if she had forgotten something, but she couldn’t remember what it was. She was thinking if she had become dumb from all the filming and wasn’t able to remember things at that moment. Only when she was half-asleep did she feel as if a warmth was on her forehead, just like her mother’s hand at that time.
She was on the verge of tears. She missed her mother.
