Following Jiang Mingxi's directions, the car stopped directly in front of a villa.
Clutching her tattered doll, Jiang Mingxi strode forward with her short legs, banging on the door, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy, open the door for Xiaoxi! Xiaoxi's back!"
While calling out and patting the door with her little hands, she turned back and smiled at A-Wang, "Brother A-Wang, it's Xiaoxi's house!"
A-Wang stuck his tongue out at him.
The dean chuckled and ruffled A-Wang's hair, then stepped forward, bent down, picked up Jiang Mingxi, and pressed the doorbell next to her.
The door opened quickly, and a child in a tracksuit, about ten years old, stood in the doorway, looking at the outside with a puzzled expression. "Who are you looking for?"
Jiang Mingxi, nestled in the director's arms, stared wide-eyed at the person who opened the door. "Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?!"
The child who opened the door immediately became angry. "What nonsense are you spouting? What do you mean 'your house'? This is my house! Are you crazy?!"
After saying that.
He raised his hand to close the door.
A-Wang, who had been sticking his tongue out at Jiang Mingxi earlier, rushed over and pushed the door open as she was about to close it. Six-year-old A-Wang glared at the much taller, ten-year-old boy and shouted, "You're the one who's sick! Your whole family is sick!"
The child raised his hand to hit A-Wang.
A-Wang's eyes gleamed with excitement as he rolled up his sleeves, ready to face the challenge.
Fighting is forbidden in orphanages!
The headmistress immediately scooped up Jiang Mingxi in one arm and held A-Wang down with the other, then smiled gently and kindly at the child who opened the door, asking, "Little friend, is this your home?"
The child looked at the headmistress warily, "Of course it's my house!"
Jiang Mingxi immediately struggled in the arms of the headmistress, kicking her little legs and waving her little hands as she tried to hit the person opposite her, shouting, "This is my home! My home! My home! I don't know you, you're not my home! This is my home!"
" Xiaoxi, stop making a fuss." The dean quickly hugged Jiang Mingxi and pressed down on his little arm.
But Jiang Mingxi reacted quickly and slapped the child on the head.
The child raised his hand to hit Jiang Mingxi.
A-Wang crashed headfirst into it.
The headmistress was absolutely exasperated; before she even began questioning anyone, everything had already turned into a complete mess.
Fortunately, the property management's security personnel arrived in time.
"What's going on!" Two property security guards shouted at him as they strode forward.
Before the headmistress could speak, the child who opened the door exclaimed, "Get them out of here! They're causing a scene in front of my house, they're completely insane!"
"This is Xiaoxi's home!" A-Wang retorted angrily, "You're the one who's sick."
The headmistress, holding Jiang Mingxi and pressing down on A-Wang, smiled at the property security personnel and said, "It's like this, we came from Rongcheng. This child went missing a while ago, and we brought him here to find his family based on his memory..."
Jiang Mingxi pointed to the house next door and said, "This is my home!"
The property security guard waved his hand impatiently, "What do you mean 'your home'? You've got it wrong, this is someone else's home! Get out of here, this isn't your home."
Jiang Mingxi looked at the property security personnel in disbelief, then at his front door.
It's impossible to be wrong!
This is his home!
He still waits here for his brother to get out of school. There's his little swing in the yard, his favorite osmanthus cake on the dining table, and even a little duck he drew with chalk on the door.
My family has a dad, a mom, and an older brother...
This is his home!
Jiang Mingxi burst into tears, struggling frantically in the dean's arms, "This is my home, this is my home!"
He struggled so fiercely that the dean lost his grip on him for a moment.
Jiang Mingxi slipped out of the dean's arms and ran into the yard on her short legs, shouting, "My home! My home!"
Jiang Mingxi Jiang Mingxi inside, and the child who opened the door kicked her, yelling, "Get out! This isn't your house!"
A-Wang kicked the child's leg that had been thrown out, aiming directly at the child's groin. The child doubled over in pain, clutching his groin, and in the opening, Jiang Mingxi rushed in.
"Mommy! Mommy! Please save the Xiaoxi! It's the Xiaoxi! Brother!"
Jiang Mingxi shouted at the top of her lungs.
This is truly his home!
His balance bike was parked in the yard; he saw it all. There was even a little windmill that his brother had stuck on it.
The child, enduring the pain, slapped Jiang Mingxi across the face as he opened the door. "Get out! Where did this bastard come from? This is my home."
After slapping him, he yelled at the property security guards, "What are you all standing there for? Get them out of here!"
Two property security guards immediately stepped forward to arrest Jiang Mingxi.
The headmistress quickly grabbed Jiang Mingxi and carried him out to prevent him from being scratched by others.
Jiang Mingxi kicked and struggled, trying to run into the house, screaming hysterically, "Mom! Brother! Dad!"
No matter how much he called out, no one came out to see him.
" Grandpa Wang! Uncle Xiao Liu!"
He then called for the housekeeper and driver.
Still, no one answered.
But Jiang Mingxi was hugged by the dean.
Why!
This is my home! This is my house!
"Get out! What kind of poor wretch is trying to scam me at my house? Get out now!" The child who opened the door shooed the person away.
Jiang Mingxi was furious. He pulled out the small knife his mother had given him by the river yesterday and stabbed the man who was chasing him. "Bad guy! This is my house! My house!"
The mother by the river said, "Don't cut your wrist with a knife, it will hurt a lot."
He's the one who needs to be cut.
Cut someone else's.
Cut the bad guy.
Three-year-old Jiang Mingxi mustered all her strength and stabbed the dagger directly into the arm of the child who opened the door.
Blood gushed out immediately.
The security personnel were so frightened they turned pale.
The child cried loudly in pain, roaring, "Close the door! Get them out of here! Get them out of here!"
Clang!
The villa's gate was closed.
The security guard, his face grim, said to the headmistress, "If you want to find the child's family, go look somewhere else. This isn't his home. Leave now, or we'll call the police. We've never seen anything like this before. Trying to scam someone and then committing violence! So young, yet so vicious! Trying to kill someone? Get out of here!"
The dean's mother quickly apologized to the security personnel.
She never expected that Jiang Mingxi would have a knife on her.
Jiang Mingxi cried until her voice was hoarse, waving at the door, "It's my home, my home, I want to go home, I want to find my mom!"
However, no matter how much he cried, the headmistress would no longer knock on the door for him.
The property management made it very clear that the owners of this villa are not Jiang Mingxi's parents; they have the wrong address.
Perhaps the three-year-old child misremembered...
"I'm not mistaken! No! That's my house! I see my car!"
On the way back, Jiang Mingxi cried so hard that she was trembling all over. She couldn't catch her breath and fainted, her whole body turning black and purple.