This is the 3246th true story we have told.
My past life should be the definition of suffering, and the rest of my life may be the definition of happiness.
When I was a child, I understood that I was a wild child who had been trafficked, because my adoptive parents would scold me with such words every day.
During my childhood, I was poorly clothed and hungry, and I was forced to endure the fate of being a cow and a horse at a young age.
When I was nine years old, I made a vow to find my birth parents.
Twenty-two years later, I finally found my home.
At the meeting, I felt like I was on pins and needles, and a heavy shadow hung over my heart.
From that moment on, I embarked on an even more bumpy journey in my life.
I will never give up.
My brother Wang Yongfu, whose date of birth is unknown, was sold by traffickers to a farmer's house in Qiaodun Township, Cangnan County, Wenzhou City, Zhejiang Province, around December 4, 1991, when I was about two and a half years old.
My new family will consist of grandparents, adoptive parents, and two older sisters and a younger sister, which is a reality I have to accept.
They bought me, but they didn't like me because I was chosen by them just to have a son.
They believed that raising a son would lead the way to the birth of the next, so I fell victim to this ignorant family.
It's a coincidence that they actually gave birth to their own biological son a year later.
Since then, my fate has taken a turn for the worse.
During meals, as long as my sister, sister, and brother were not full, I would be reprimanded by my adoptive parents whenever I moved my chopsticks: "Don't you know that you are a bought wild child?" Hmph......”
During the Chinese New Year, my siblings were wearing new clothes, but I was always wearing old clothes that my neighbors didn't want.
When I was 5 years old, my neighbor's uncle's house built a new building. One day, I sneaked up to play, but I accidentally stepped on the air and fell from the third floor to the first floor.
I was just over four years old.
The uncle said, "You finally woke up, and you scared me to death!" "At night, I woke up in my uncle's bed.
My uncle said I had been in a coma for three hours, and if I didn't wake up, he would have to carry me to the hospital. It turned out that the place where I fell was a pile of soft dirt and sand, and I was lucky enough to save my life.
Although I was young at the time, I had already understood that no matter what I did, my adoptive parents would feel that it was wrong. Therefore, even though I was sore, I did not dare to speak to them for fear of being beaten and scolded.
When I was six years old, my adoptive parents bought me a cow specifically. As a result, I became a cattle herder who went out early and returned late, and no matter how bad the weather was, I didn't dare to slack off.
When I was 7 years old, my adoptive parents opened a shop at the entrance of the village, selling breakfast in the morning and vegetables at noon and evening. Since then, I have stopped herding cattle and have been busy working in the shop from morning to night.
Every morning at 4 o'clock, I start my day, helping my adoptive parents make porridge, pickle pickles, wrap stuffed buns, serve rice, clean up dishes and chopsticks, wipe down tables, and clean the floor. At noon and evening, I was responsible for procuring ingredients, cleaning ......All in all, I do all the hard dirty work.
I envy my sister, sister and brother very much for dressing neatly and carrying beautiful bags to school every day.
I was 10 years old.
One day in the morning, while I was working, I suddenly had a few customers in the store, and I was very busy.
The adoptive parents hurriedly stepped forward to greet them, and it turned out that the village cadres and teachers from the school had come to visit with people from the Education Bureau.
Since then, there has been a glimmer of light in my life and I can finally embark on the path of studying.
Even though I still work at the breakfast shop at four o'clock in the morning; Even though I had to rush to the store immediately after school to help ......But as long as you can go to school, you can do whatever you want.
If you learn culture, you can go to school, if you have culture, you can make money in the process of growing up, if you have income, you can solve the problem of food and clothing, and you don't have to go hungry and be scolded every day, I can't help but want to cheer happily!
When I was eight years old, I began to take responsibility for the water used at home and in the store.
At the beginning, the 100-pound burden pressed me, a thin man, directly to the ground. So, I started with 20 pounds, then 40 pounds, 60 pounds, and soon I could carry the burden of 100 pounds.
I was 15 years old.
One morning when I was 9 years old, I hurried through the shop and rushed to school. As soon as I stepped into the classroom, I heard a boy cheering: "Look, the wild child is late again!" Hahaha......”
I got into a fight with 5 other boys, and I was the one who ended up losing. I was covered in wounds, my little finger was broken, and blood was running down my forehead and eyebrows.
I walked home in disarray, full of illusions: given the hard work I had worked on day and night for my family, my adoptive parents would have given me a reasonable explanation, or at least comforted me! After all, my sister and younger brother have been wronged outside, and the adoptive parents always do their best to help them.
Stand to reason! Why don't they mess with others? The adoptive parents' words that pierced my heart more than a knife completely destroyed the last vestiges of my illusion about this family.
I can't enter the door until I don't get home before 7 p.m., which is a house rule of my adoptive parents' house specifically for me.
It was getting late, and I had to go to the store after school to clean up and finish everything until 7 o'clock. No matter how hot or cold, whether it was windy or rainy, no matter how much I pleaded to knock on the door, I could not enter this door.
What I don't have to do is the fragrant food and laughter in the door.
I'm 17 years old.
The places where I slept were the grass on the hills, the corners of the village, the haystacks at the entrance of the village, and the kennel at the door.
I was determined to find my biological parents and family. This belief has been deeply ingrained in me since I was very young, and it has sustained me through countless difficult years.
When I was 16 years old, I planned to go out to work, but my adoptive parents disagreed, because they knew that the family's crops, breakfast shop, and vegetable shop could not do without my help. They thought I was the main force in the family.
I agreed to my adoptive parents' terms, and they promised to let me go out freely, but asked that all the money I earned from working outside the home be sent to them.
By getting rid of them, I had a chance to find my biological parents.
I followed Uncle Chen to Guangdong to work in Guangdong and worked as a small ironer in a suit factory.
The factory provides room and board, and the minimum salary is 800 yuan, and each suit can be ironed for a dime and two cents. In the peak season, my monthly income can reach more than 4,000 yuan, and in the off-season, I can also have an income of more than 2,000 yuan.
Every month, the boss would send the salary directly to Uncle Chen's bank card, and then Uncle Chen would send the money to my adoptive parents.
I'm only 22 years old.
After two years, at the strong request of my adoptive parents, I returned to my hometown in Cangnan, Zhejiang Province, to work in a barber shop opened by their relatives.
During the three years I worked in the barbershop, my boss only gave me 300 yuan a month for pocket money, and the rest of the money went directly to my adoptive parents.
In recent years, I have found that my adoptive parents have become more and more strict with me. Even if it's just 10 minutes away from the barbershop, I need to report my whereabouts to the boss, who then relays it to the adoptive parents.
I was completely manipulated into a puppet by them, and I desperately longed to be free from this bondage.
In 2011, armed only with my ID card and a small amount of cash, I quietly went to Shantou City, Guangdong Province, and opened a barber shop with a friend, who provided the funds and I was in charge of running it.
Because of my excellent barbering skills, the shop has been doing well, and I can earn a steady stream of five or six thousand yuan or more every month.
When I was 22 years old, I truly felt the value created by labor for the first time, and when I got the heavy renminbi in my hands, I felt more steadiness and peace of mind than ever before.
I stepped up my search for my biological parents because I was looking for physical and mental freedom, and I wanted to make it happen without worrying about food and clothing.
My Home Missing Person Poster.
I posted a missing person notice inside and outside the store, asking every customer who entered the store to help, and posted a missing person poster ...... the InternetIn short, I did everything I could to think of as much as I could.
Despite the help of many enthusiastic people, two years have passed, and there is no trace of the progress of the search for relatives. even received several ** requests, one of which was when the other party disappeared without a trace after transferring 1,000 yuan as required.
In 2013, at the invitation of a friend, he and I partnered to invest in a restaurant in Jiangsu. Luckily, my friend's vision is very unique, and this restaurant is doing a thriving business and has a stable income, which gives me more time and energy to find my loved ones.
Among the memories I tried not to let myself forget when I was a child, the coal mine on my doorstep left a deep impression on me.
I have been traveling between Shanxi and Shaanxi for several years, and even lived in Shaanxi for three years.
However, my home is still out of reach. No matter how much my heart longed, no matter how hard I worked for my dream, my biological parents were still missing.
The search for a home never stops.
I received a ** from my adoptive mother in 2022, and when she learned that I was looking for relatives, she scolded me for being a white-eyed wolf: "I'll kick you out of the house right away, and never contact me again!" ”
We've talked about finding our biological parents before, and you've all agreed, right? Why have you changed your tune now? Hearing the sound of "beep" on the other end, my tears couldn't stop sliding down.
I've been struggling to find my biological parents. A recent ancestry analysis suggests that my ancestral home may be in Yunnan Province.
I didn't hesitate to go straight to Yunnan, and as soon as I got there, I began to post ** on the Internet every day without interruption and interact with netizens.
According to the clues provided by netizens, I successfully located the ** location in an inconspicuous small village.
After more than a month of waiting, I finally received the long-awaited news as I wished.
It took me 32 years to finally find the home I've always longed for.
I had thought that the tribulations of the past were finally over; I used to think that the beauty of life was just around the corner; I used to think that I was also a child with parents.
I never imagined that God would give me a cruel, bloody reality.
Where I was born.
On January 11, 2023, in Yile Town, Zhenxiong County, Zhaotong City, Yunnan Province, I participated in the recognition ceremony with my second brother and cousin and aunt in the presence of the public security department, ** and villagers.
My eyes were red from crying, and there was no laughter or laughter, only a heavy shadow hanging over my heart.
I was born in a village in Yile Town, Zhenxiong County, Zhaotong City, Yunnan Province, when our family of five was very happy, my father, mother, eldest brother, second brother and I formed a happy family.
However, since the sudden disappearance of my 4-year-old brother in 1989, our family seems to have suffered a cursed doom that keeps coming.
According to the memories of the cousin, aunt and villagers, the whole village was shrouded in thick fog on the night of the eldest brother's disappearance. He was taken away by a stranger and has not been heard from since.
In 1991, two years after my eldest brother disappeared, my child, who had just turned two, suddenly disappeared. Ever since we went missing, Mom and Dad have been looking for us.
One day in 1992, my father traveled around and visited many people. However, when he returned home, he vomited blood inexplicably and eventually died of poisoning.
My mother went to her cousin's house in 1993 and disappeared from the farmers' market in the Xincun community, where her whereabouts are still unknown.
Second brother and me. The eldest brother, who was only more than 5 years old, was raised by his uncle and aunt in the same village at that time**. At the age of 16, he dropped out of school to help with farm work in the village, earning 20 yuan a day to supplement his aunt's and uncle's family.
Subsequently, the second brother went to work at a construction site in Kunming, but unfortunately the contractor absconded with the money, resulting in the second brother failing to receive his salary and having to return to his hometown again.
Subsequently, the second brother diligently began to work in the city to carry passengers on motorcycles. He was down-to-earth and very kind to every passenger, so his business became more and more prosperous.
Once, the second brother picked up a guest from out of town. The guest claimed that he had a lot of luggage and asked the second brother to help carry a bag, and the second brother naturally agreed as a real person.
Unexpectedly, this betrayal made the second brother completely victimized. The bag was unexpectedly filled with D products.
* After arriving at the scene, the D dealer had already fled, but the poor second brother could not defend himself, became a scapegoat, and had to be imprisoned for more than ten years.
After being admitted to a psychiatric hospital, the second brother's mental state has been stimulated, and he is still receiving ** there.
I never imagined that the home I had been looking for for more than 20 years would be so shattered and broken.
A journey in search of a mother.
I went to the police station to inquire about the situation, whether it was the disappearance of my eldest brother and mother or the murder of my father, after so many years, there was no progress in the case, and I did not get any valuable clues.
I inquired carefully about my aunts and uncles and the villagers in the village, and they all remembered the tragic situation of our family vividly, but they knew nothing about it.
More than 30 years ago, a series of events occurred in my home, like a thick fog enveloping me. Since the truth can't be found, let's take my time, I believe that as long as I don't give up, there will always be a day when the clouds will be cleared and the truth will be revealed.
I decided to first attach to my adoptive parents' household registration in Zhejiang, and then to find out the whereabouts of my mother and eldest brother, and made this decision after careful consideration.
My father is deceased, my mother and eldest brother are missing, and my second brother is not in good spirits, and it is my responsibility to rebuild the family as the only healthy son in the family.
One day, when we find our mother and eldest brother and pick up our second brother, we can be reunited in our own home.
After receiving the assistance of the staff of Yunnan ** and Zhejiang **, my hukou was cancelled in Cangnan County, Wenzhou.
Looking for the eldest brother. On July 2, 2023, I successfully moved my hukou back to my hometown in Yunnan.
I finally returned to the land where I was born, and I was trafficked exactly 32 years ago. This 32-year period has allowed me to set foot in my homeland again.
Although my parents and family are no longer alive, and even though there is no place for me to miss this place, I have finally returned to this place that I have missed for more than 30 years!
I plan to build a house in my hometown first to make sure I have a base area, and then look for my mother and big brother while I work. As someone who has been adrift for more than 30 years, I don't want to wander around anymore.
Regrettably, more than 20 years ago, our family suffered from fragmentation and displacement, the old house has long since ceased to exist, and even the homestead has been expropriated.
Because the policy has been changing over the years, I wanted to apply for a new homestead, but I encountered great difficulties. From the village to the town, and then to the county seat, the approval process has been superimposed layer by layer, and it has been delayed until now, and it has been a year, and my homestead has not been approved.
It's okay, I can be patient.
I've been looking and waiting for 32 years of my life. No matter when and where, my heart to find my loved ones is always firm, and I must find my mother and eldest brother home and wait for the day of reunion.
My mother and eldest brother must be found by me.
Enthusiastic netizens and charities have provided me with many clues, and there were even two times when I felt like I was just one step away from my mother, and I was almost sure that I would be able to meet her right away. But the ruthless DNA shattered my hopes again and again.
September 17, 2023 ushered in another exciting news.
I set off for Guiyang overnight, because the information provided by enthusiastic netizens showed that my eldest brother was likely to be in Guizhou City.
Beautiful fantasies are contrasted with harsh reality. Although he looks like a big brother, he is not really a brother.
The steaming fireworks in the world have been rushing forward with the passage of time, and in the blink of an eye, they have entered 2024.
Although the homestead I longed for had not yet been approved, and although my second brother's mental condition had not improved, it was still difficult to find my mother and eldest brother, and the truth about my father's murder was still my......steriousThe road ahead is long and full of hardships.
Even in the face of unimaginable difficulties, I will persevere without hesitation and without wavering. I am determined to take on the responsibility of the royal family and bring this shattered family back to life!
In the process of searching for loved ones.
Mom, big brother, no matter where you are, I will find you firmly! We will welcome the second brother home together and accompany him slowly.
Second brother, my brother really hopes that you can ** as soon as possible, so that we can welcome my mother and brother home together!
Father, I will do my best to get justice for you, in my lifetime. I hope you can bless our family with a speedy reunion, and my brother and mother can be safe and happy!
My mother's name is Tu Guifei, also known as Tu Guofeng, and her nickname is Xiao Xian'er, and she has a small scar under her left eye.
On May 18, 1963, my mother was born, and when she was 29 years old, she disappeared in 1993 at the farmers' market in Xincun Community, Zhenxiong County, Yunnan Province.
Wang Yongshi is my eldest brother's name, he was born on March 2, 1985, in Yile Town, Zhenxiong County, Zhaotong City, Yunnan Province. Unfortunately, one night in 1989, when the fog was so thick that he was abducted by strangers and was never heard from.
I'm at the moment. In this world, my mother and eldest brother are the closest people to my second brother and me. As two lonely and helpless children, we are always looking forward to them being able to return home, and we are also looking forward to the clues provided by kind people.
If you find any clues in front of the screen, be sure to contact me, I would be very grateful!
May all good people be able to usher in a good life after going through the ordeal, and spend the rest of their lives safely and smoothly, and may there be no more twists and turns in the world.