Probably because of the large number of people, Lin suixiang's mood gets more and more excited.

Kneeling on the ground does not count, but also kowtow to the cloud painting.

"Draw, please. Help me find your brother." Lin suixiang kowtowed while crying and said, "Peng Peng is only two years old. You haven't seen him yet..."

Yun Hua rubbed his eyebrows.

Indeed, when she came to the city with her mother, her aunt Lin suixiang was just pregnant, and then for more than two years, she and her mother never went back to the countryside.

During the Spring Festival, grandma calls to ask for money. Anyway, as long as the money is sent back, it doesn't matter whether people go back or not.

In addition, every Spring Festival is the busiest time for his father's security company. He can't go back to the countryside, and his mother doesn't bring cloud painting back.

When his aunt was born to Yun Zhipeng, his father, Yun Congjun, asked Jiang Huanqing to send 1000 yuan to his hometown. In the previous two years, even now, 1000 yuan was a lot. After all, at this time, when the countryside holds a banquet, the casual gifts of ordinary neighbors are only 50 yuan. The average relatives are 100 yuan, and the nearest relatives are 200-300 yuan.

It's already a lot for Yun Congjun to give 1000 yuan.

A year later, when Yun Zhipeng was one year old, he had to hold a banquet. Yun Congjun asked him to send another thousand yuan, not to mention the money he sent back during the Spring Festival.

All the land and ancestral houses in my hometown are owned by my uncle Yun Cong Bing. I have to send money to them during the Spring Festival. Frankly speaking, my uncle's family is also raised by Yun Cong Jun.

After Yunhua and her mother came out of the countryside, they didn't want to go back at all, so whenever there was an excuse not to go back, they would not go back.

And grandma Han Ying and aunts and uncles don't care whether they can go back at all, as long as they have the money to send it back.

This is why Yunhua only knows that his aunt has another brother named Yun Zhipeng, but he has no idea what Yun Zhipeng looks like.

My aunt has two sons. The eldest one, Yun Zhiming, has been in the fifth grade of primary school. There is another two-year-old Yun Zhipeng and two big fat boys. Compared with his mother, Jiang Huanqing, she has only one daughter

You can imagine how much grandma Han Ying favors her uncle's family, and how much she doesn't want to see Jiang Huanqing!

……

Yun Hua looks at Lin suixiang kneeling on the ground, but he has no sympathy in his heart.

But there was a question she had to ask.

"Why are you looking for me?" Yun Hua asked, "what can I do to help you find the child?"

"You..." Lin Sui Xiang was tongue tied for a moment, but soon said, "you are a celebrity now. We all know that! You've been on TV, won a gold medal, met the mayor. As long as you talk to the mayor, let the police find us Peng Peng first, and send more police, we can certainly find it! "

Yun Hua laughed: "Auntie, you really take me as omnipotent. If the child is lost, you should report to the police and the police will help to find out. What can I do to make the police listen to me? Just because I've met the mayor? There are so many people who have seen the mayor. Everyone goes to the mayor to do this and that, and the mayor is not the mayor, but a nanny. "

"I can't help you find children. You go." Yun Hua said, "although my surname is Yun, it has nothing to do with you. Don't make trouble again in the future. The bridge will return to the bridge and the road will return."

"No, no, no, it's not. Painting, we don't want the house. Your uncle and I didn't want your house After all, this house is left by the elder brother to your mother and daughter, but you have to help us find Peng Peng! "

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