Entered the living room.

Kawashima Kenjiro quickly made tea for Qiu Jingwen and his family of three.

To Jiang Yuping's dismay, the old lady held Qiu Shui's hand and cried as she said, "Daughter, I've finally found you, Yingzi. You've suffered so much these years. I'm so sorry."

Everyone understood that the old lady mistook Qiu Shui for Jiang Yuping when she was young.

Kawashima Kenjiro did not hide anything from Jiang Yuping; his mother had dementia, and upon seeing the article in the newspaper yesterday, she immediately recognized it as her daughter.

Soon, Kawashima Kenjiro found a photo and handed it to Jiang Yuping, saying, "Sister Yingzi, this is a family photo my mother gave me before she became demented. I probably wasn't even born yet at the time. You can still recognize your face in this photo."

During the conversation, Jiang Yuping finally understood that when she was separated from her mother, Jiang Yunxi was already pregnant with Kawashima Ayanami's child. Later, she was taken away to marry Kagesa. After Kagesa died, with the help of Uncle Yingzi, they returned to Japan and lived there ever since.

During this period, Jiang Yunxi's dementia fluctuated. When she was in good condition, she was almost like a normal person and could talk about many things from before the liberation.

"Over the years, although my mother has developed dementia, she has always thought of you. When she recovered, she insisted on going back to China to find you."

"Later, I was transferred to Kyoto for work, but I brought my mother with me."

"Thank God, I've finally found you."

While Kawashima Kenjiro and Jiang Yuxi reminisced about the past, Qiu Shui held the old lady's hand and asked her all sorts of questions.

At this moment, the old lady seemed to have recovered from dementia and actually started talking to her about her youth.

However, she always regarded Qiu Shui as her daughter Ying Zi.

"Yingzi, do I remember? Mom bought you a dress on Nanjing Road."

Qiu Shui didn't expose that she wasn't Yingzi, but instead asked with a smile, "Mom, is that true? I don't remember."

Standing to the side, Jiang Yuping rolled her eyes at her daughter and whispered, "Qiushui, call her Grandma. We can't mess up the generational order."

The old lady pretended not to hear and told Qiu Shui about the process of buying the dress, as well as many other things from the Bund.

Suddenly, she turned to look at Jiang Yuping and said, "Hey, you look just like my daughter Yingzi. Do I have two daughters named Yingzi? Or are my eyes getting old?"

No one exposed the old lady, and Jiang Yuping's eyes were filled with tears.

She stepped forward and hugged the old lady again, choking back tears as she said, "Mom, I'm your daughter Yingzi."

Then, pointing at Qiu Shui, he said, "That's my daughter, who is also your daughter's daughter, and your granddaughter."

The old lady seemed to understand but not quite, her expression somewhat bewildered.

"My daughter's daughter is my granddaughter. I have a granddaughter now?"

He muttered something, then shook his head and said, "No, no, no, my Yingzi is still a child. How could she have a daughter? Are you lying to me? Are you trying to take my daughter away?"

Jiang Yuping suggested that Kawashima Kenjiro have his mother see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

Just then, the phone on the table rang.

When Takeo Kawashima answered the phone, he immediately refused, saying, "My mother is in China and needs someone to take care of her. I don't have time to return to Tokyo."

Jiang Yuping understood what he meant, and after he hung up the phone, she asked, "Your company wants you to go back to Tokyo?"

Kawashima Kenjiro was somewhat embarrassed, but he still told Jiang Yuping.

“Yingzi, it’s a business matter at the company that I have to go back to Tokyo to handle. They had planned to send me back to Tokyo last year, but my mother’s condition has been fluctuating. When she was in good condition, she told me that she didn’t want to live in Tokyo. She wanted to stay, even if she had to die in her own country.”

Jiang Yuping asked, "Is it short-term or long-term?"

"It will take at least a month to get back from Tokyo, but my mother—".

Having just reunited with Jiang Yuping, Kawashima Kenjiro naturally didn't want to leave his mother behind, but he was also worried that his mother would not be able to adapt and would suffer if he flew back and forth.

Jiang Yuping asked Qiu Jingwen for his opinion: "Old Qiu, how about we bring my mother to our home?"

Qiu Jingwen naturally had no objections, and Qiu Shui immediately said, "Mom, let's take Grandma home. I heard Grandpa Wang Chen say last time that he knows an old Chinese medicine doctor who is very skilled. Let's find an opportunity to have Grandma take a look. Maybe Chinese medicine can help Grandma recover."

In fact, Qiu Shui acted out of filial piety on one hand, but also had his own calculations on the other.

She felt that if traditional Chinese medicine could cure her grandmother's intermittent dementia, she could learn more about her deceased grandfather, Kawashima Ayanami, and the head of the Ume Agency, Kagesa, from her grandmother, thus providing her with fresh material for the spy novel she was conceiving.

"This---How can this be?"

Kawashima Takeo was somewhat embarrassed.

Having clarified their relationship, Qiu Shui called Kawashima Kenjiro "Uncle," which brought tears to Kawashima Kenjiro's eyes.

“Uncle, you Japanese devil, my mother is your mother’s biological mother. Don’t you feel comfortable leaving her with us? Besides, your mother still has me, her daughter.”

Kawashima Kenjiro smiled and did not blame him.

He also knew that the young writer Qiu Shui was joking with his uncle.

So she stopped insisting and agreed to hand her mother over to her older sister, Jiang Yuping.

After drinking tea for a while, we took everyone directly to a hotel near the residential area.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Jiang Yuping called home, worried that her son would return home after the autumn harvest and not find any adults there.

Qiu Shou is now in high school and goes home every day.

Qiu Chan went to university in Shanghai and stayed there most of the time, except during holidays.

Just as I arrived home from the autumn harvest, I heard my mother's voice on the phone and immediately asked, "Mom, why aren't you all home? I'm hungry."

After school, Qiu Shou played basketball with his classmates for a while, sweating profusely. When he got home, he felt very hungry.

"There's canned food in the kitchen. Why don't you eat a few pieces first? Oh, right, didn't we give you some change? After you finish the canned food, go to a restaurant outside and grab something to eat. Your dad and I have something to do outside."

Jiang Yuping was on the phone and didn't want to tell her son directly, fearing that he wouldn't be able to process or accept it all at once.

Over the years, she hadn't told Qiushou and Qiuchan about her background, except for her older children. Qiushui only told her daughter the truth after learning a lot from her mother.

Although the days at the Red Flag Factory are over, the identities of Qiu Jingwen and I as spies were not exactly something to be proud of. And once we arrived in Beijing, we were even less willing to expose our original identities. Although that was decades ago, the issue of class background still haunted the mainland. Even in the era of reform and opening up, there were still people who brought up class background.

Knowing that his mother had something important to do, Qiu Shou didn't ask any further questions.

He hung up the phone, pulled out a can of food from the kitchen cabinet, pried it open with a kitchen knife, ate half of the food, and then put the can back in its place.

Jiang Yuping hung up the phone at the hotel and went to the restroom with her mother.

As she came out of the restroom, a strange man suddenly reached out and grabbed her.

The man wore glasses, had a refined and scholarly appearance, dressed in a sharp suit, and his leather shoes were shiny despite not being polished.

Jiang Yuping was somewhat dazed; she had no recollection of this man.

"May I ask who you are?"

"Eiko, are you Kawashima Eiko?"

The middle-aged man held Jiang Yuping's hand tightly, appearing very excited.