Lin Chuan stared intently at Fu Tongyuan's movements and expressions.

No one knows how fast his heart is beating right now.

If this gold chain really has the mark made by the Fu family, then his father is very likely the Fu family's lost child!

Lin Qingyou was unaware of the gold chain; Lin Chuan hadn't mentioned it to him at all.

Fu Tongyuan stared intently at the three gold chains that had been joined together, his eyes, which had previously held little hope, suddenly widened.

He stood up abruptly, staring at the markings in disbelief.

"Da-Da Chuan...where did you get that gold chain? Is that person still around? Can you find him?"

Fu Tongyuan felt all the blood rush to his head.

Forty-five years later, this was the first time he had seen this gold chain.

They had almost given up; they hadn't found half a jade pendant, but they had found the gold chain again.

Seeing Fu Tongyuan's expression, Lin Chuan also felt a surge of complex emotions.

“I can find him. I know this person very well.”

Fu Tongyuan suddenly laughed, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Da Chuan, take me to see this person, I want to see him."

"No, no, I'll go pick up my parents and we'll go see them together. You need to wait for me."

Lin Chuan took a deep breath. "Mr. Fu, you...you mean, this is indeed the gold chain your family left to that couple?"

"Yes, that's right." Fu Tongyuan was at a loss for what to do; the shock was too great.

He beckoned to Lin Chuan, "Da Chuan, come and see."

Lin Chuan leaned closer and, without Fu Tongyuan saying anything, he could vaguely see the letter "B".

More than forty years ago, there probably wasn't pinyin back then, so could it have been the English alphabet?

"Is this 'B'?"

Lin Chuan never expected that an ordinary chain, with no discernible features, could form a "B" when its three segments were pieced together.

Fu Tongyuan nodded. "Yes, it's the English letter B. My mother's name is Shen Jinshu, and this was a gift from my father. Originally, he wanted to carve the character 'book,' but you know, that would be too much. How could such a narrow chain possibly fit it? So he took the English word 'book,' which is the first letter of the word."

After his explanation, Lin Chuan understood.

"So you see, when the chain is folded up and aligned properly, the letter B appears. If you unfold the chain, you can't see anything at all."

"Da Chuan, forty-five years have passed, and this is the first time we've received such useful information." With that, Fu Tongyuan bowed ninety degrees to Lin Chuan, who was so startled that he quickly helped him up.

If this goes wrong, wouldn't Fu Tongyuan become his uncle?

"Mr. Fu, please don't do this yet. Let's investigate the matter thoroughly before discussing anything else."

Fu Tongyuan sighed, "Dachuan, ever since you picked up that half of the jade pendant that day, it's enough to show the fate between us, or rather, meeting you is the blessing of our Fu family."

"Da Chuan, if you can find the person, I'll have my parents come over right away."

Lin Chuan said, "I can find someone. Please inform your parents to come over, and I will take you with me."

Fu Tongyuan immediately called home. He didn't explicitly mention the gold chain, since his parents were both over seventy and he was afraid they wouldn't be able to handle it. He only said that he had found a new lead and asked them to come and take a look.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Tongyuan asked, "Da Chuan, does the family that owns this gold chain have a son in his forties?"

Lin Chuan glanced at the bewildered Lin Qingyou, then nodded to Fu Tongyuan, "Yes."

Fu Tongyuan suppressed his excitement and spun around on the ground, but he really couldn't calm down.

Looking at the excited Fu Tongyuan, and having only vaguely understood what had just happened, Lin Qingyou asked Lin Chuan in a low voice, "Can the gold chain you found lead to Mr. Fu's lost brother?"

Lin Chuan nodded, then looked at Lin Qingyou very seriously, "Dad, have you ever thought that you are not Zhou Xiuying and Lin Fugui's biological child?"

Lin Qingyou was stunned for a moment. "What did you say?"

"I said, Dad, if you weren't Zhou Xiuying and Lin Fugui's biological child, what would you do?"

Seeing Lin Chuan's serious expression, Lin Qingyou wasn't stupid either. An idea popped into his head and wouldn't go away.

"Da-Da Chuan, you're not going to tell me that you got this gold chain from your grandparents?"

Fu Tongyuan stopped in his tracks after hearing this. "What?"

Now that things have come to this, Lin Chuan can no longer keep it from them.

"To be precise, it was because Lin Xinglong was sick and needed money that Zhou Xiuying and Lin Fugui took this gold chain to a silversmith shop to sell. I only went to buy the gold chain back after I heard the news."

Fu Tongyuan recalled that Lin Chuan's grandparents had treated their family very badly.

"Your grandparents were named Lin Fugui and Zhou Xiuying?"

Lin Chuan nodded. "Yes. Lin Xinglong is my uncle's son. In their eyes, he is the only grandson who can carry on their family line."

Fu Tongyuan seemed to feel even closer to Lin Qingyou.

However, "My parents said that the couple they entrusted to me back then were named Chen Dazhuang and Zhao Meilan."

Lin Chuan didn't know that.

However, during wartime, if someone survives in a different place, especially if they have taken someone else's child, it is quite normal to change their name and surname.

Moreover, since few people survived at that time, they could call each other whatever they wanted, and no one bothered to investigate.

Fu Tongyuan pondered to himself, "Perhaps they might change their names or surnames."

The air fell silent for a moment.

Lin Qingyou sat down around the tin stove, staring at the fire in the firebox, and reached out to add a few pieces of firewood.

He had only one thought on his mind: he wasn't Zhou Xiuying and Lin Fugui's child.

Lin Chuan didn't say anything more. In his mind, this was 99% true.

Fu Tongyuan's father, Fu Qiming, is 74 years old this year, and his mother, Shen Jinshu, is 72 years old this year.

They are all very old.

The elderly couple received a call from Fu Tongyuan in Kyoto, and they still held some hope in their hearts.

Pan Yong, Fu Qiming's bodyguard, hurriedly bought a sleeper train ticket.

They could have driven to Xuancheng, but the road was bumpy, and it would have been inconvenient to bring an elderly person with them.

Early the next morning, Fu Qiming, Shen Jinshu, and bodyguard Pan Yong boarded the train from Kyoto to Xuancheng.

Seventy-two-year-old Shen Jinshu has the marks of time on her face and in her eyes, but she still has a great temperament.

She combed her hair meticulously, with many silver strands mixed in, but you could still tell how beautiful she was when she was young.

She sat there, gazing out the window, her voice gentle, "Old Fu, do you think this trip was another wasted one?"

Shen Jinshu no longer dared to have any expectations, for every expectation brought endless pain.

She truly hoped to hear news of her son before she died.