Song Huan nodded, "Yeah, don't like it."

Even if she doesn't like to waste food, she can't eat osmanthus.

Osmanthus is a taste that she hates very much.

If you force yourself to eat, you will vomit directly.

Old Mrs. Song looked at Song Huan, and the surface was still calm, but her heartbeat was getting faster and faster. "Duan, do your parents like to eat osmanthus?"

If Song Huan's parents don't like osmanthus, it can only mean that Song Huan's family has the same genes as the Song Huan's family.

After all, their surname is Song.

"I don't know." Song Huan shook his head slightly.

have no idea?

Old Mrs. Song immediately asked, "Have they eaten food about osmanthus?"

"I don't know." Song Hua still shook his head and then explained: "I was adopted by my adoptive parents from the welfare home. Later, something happened and I was taken to the countryside by my grandmother and lived there for eighteen years."

orphan.

Hearing this sentence, Old Mrs. Song felt nervous again.

Song Hua is actually an orphan.

I don't like osmanthus.

It's an orphan.

Could it be...

Then Song Huan is her granddaughter who has been missing for many years.

Old Mrs. Song suppressed the excitement in her heart and then asked: "Duan, when did you get adopted?"

Song Huan shook his head slightly, "I don't know."

"What about your birthday?"

"August." Song Wu replied.

Only then did Mrs. Song remember that before, Song Huan went to the Song family to be a guest, she had asked the same question.

Song Yan is her birthday on the first lunar month.

Old Mrs. Song frowned slightly and then asked, "Duan, can I look at your left arm?"

"Yes." Song Huan nodded slightly and rolled up his sleeves.

There is no red birthmark on the fair skin.

Instead, it was a scar that looked shocking.

scar?

Old Mrs. Song looked at Song Huan's arm and couldn't speak for a long time.

I thought Song Hua was Song Yan.

Never thought...

In a moment, Old Mrs. Song sighed.

Song Hua saw the old lady Song’s thoughts and comforted her with a smile: “Grandma Song, I believe you can definitely find your granddaughter.”

"Yes." Old Mrs. Song nodded.

After saying that, Old Mrs. Song asked again: "Dao, how did the injury on your hand come from? It seems that the wound is very deep, it must have hurt at that time, right?"

Song Huan's tone was shallow, "This scar has existed since I can remember. I don't know very well how it came about."

It is normal for the child to be naughty and have scars on his body. Old Mrs. Song didn't ask too much and then said, "Dao, have you ever thought about finding your own family?"

Song Huan looked as usual, looked up at the distance, and in a moment, she said.

"I don't know either."

Yu Luo, she continued: "If I were abandoned by my parents, there would be no need to find me."

Song Huan not only has the same name and surname as her, but also has similar experiences to her.

She was also an orphan in her previous life.

She longs for family affection, but at the same time, she is afraid of being defeated by reality.

So, she never looked for her biological parents.

"My mother, believe me, there is no parent in this world who will abandon their children." Old Mrs. Song grabbed Song Wu's hand, "I believe that your parents must be looking for you too."

"Maybe." Song Huan said.

Old Mrs. Song's eyes were slightly red, "I haven't told you about my granddaughter yet?"

Speaking of this, Old Mrs. Song continued, "If you don't mind being verbose, I can tell you."

Song Huan nodded slightly, "Grandma Song, I'm willing to listen."

Old Mrs. Song took a deep breath and then said, "My granddaughter's name is Song Yan. Next to the word "女子", Yan smiled. I gave her this name. I hope she can be happy..."

At that time, Old Mrs. Song hoped that her only granddaughter would live her life safely and happily, but she never thought that fate would make such a big joke with her.

"When Yanyan was born, I was performing official duties in M ​​Country. The other party was a big drug lord. We followed him for more than half a year before we finally followed his nest and got all the evidence. We originally thought that we would go back to see her when we completed the task, but we didn't expect..."

Speaking of this, Old Mrs. Song burst into tears.

"I didn't expect that she was stolen by human traffickers. She lost her for eighteen years, and I just read for eighteen years and searched for her for eighteen years. In those years I just lost, I couldn't sleep all night and was looking for children in my dreams..."

Thinking of those things, Old Mrs. Song felt more and more uncomfortable.

Over the years, she has never cried in front of outsiders.

This is the first time.

Seeing that Old Mrs. Song was like this, she felt very uncomfortable, so she took out a napkin to wipe off the tears on her face, "Grandma Song, believe me, you will definitely find Yan Yan."

"Yes." Old Mrs. Song tried hard to calm her mood.

But for some reason, the old lady, who had always been strong, could no longer control her emotions when she saw Song Huan's face. She hugged Song Huan and cried bitterly.

Song Huan gently patted Old Mrs. Song's back.

"So, for more information, you must trust your parents, maybe they are looking for you in a corner."

"Yes." Song Huan nodded slightly.

After a while, Old Mrs. Song's mood gradually stabilized, and a smile rose from the corner of her mouth, "I'm sorry, I've lost my composure in front of you."

"It's okay, Grandma Song, I understand you."

Old Mrs. Song sighed, "Actually, I am not the only one who is sad, your uncle and aunt are even sadder. Especially your uncle, he looks like a person who is fine, but actually burys his longing in his heart. Your aunt is even more depressed because of this."

People who have never experienced this kind of pain of losing their loved ones cannot empathize with it.

Many people even say something lightly when they see such a situation.

"It's okay, you still have three sons."

Every time when she heard these words, Old Mrs. Song couldn't help but want to rush over and slap her directly in the face.

Old Mrs. Song was telling her longing for her granddaughter, and Song Huan just listened.

She listened very seriously without any impatience.

Song Yan is very happy.

Because she has so many family members who love her.

If the original owner's family had received equal love, perhaps something would have happened to her.

pity.

There is no if in this world.

On the other side.

Su Shiyue is still in the monitoring room.

He just sat there, his eyes staring at the screen for a moment.

At this moment, Lin Zhi seemed to suddenly find something, "Suspend!"

The assistant presses the pause button immediately.

Su Shiyue looked at Lin Zhi, "Have you discovered something?"

Lin Zhi pointed to the surveillance screen and said, "Brother Shi Yue, do you think this person looks like the beautiful woman we just met on the observation deck? I also took photos of her and her grandmother."

Upon hearing this, Su Shiyue looked up.

The picture is frozen on the silhouette of a girl.

Wearing a blue dress.
To be continued...