Chapter 252 If I take action, everything is possible
[Host, my house is haunted recently, can you help me exorcise the evil spirits? ]
This text was actually not conspicuous among the many comments, but it was instantly captured by Huo Qinghuang.
Her eyes narrowed, and her tone rose slightly: "Haunted? Can you tell me in detail?"
The comments in the live broadcast room suddenly went quiet, as if all the viewers were waiting to watch the fun, er, no, to listen to the story.
The viewer named 'Da Qiang who loves eating cucumbers' quickly sent a message:
[I live in the suburbs of the imperial capital. Recently, I always hear strange noises in the middle of the night, like someone crying. My family and I are afraid to sleep. We asked several Taoist priests to come and see us, but it was useless. Host, can you help me? ]
Huo Qinghuang moved his fingers quickly, and after a moment he said, "I need to go there in person to check this matter. Can you send me the address in a private message?"
'Da Qiang who loves cucumbers' sent the address immediately.
Huo Qinghuang took a look and took note of it in his mind.
"Okay, I'll go there in person tomorrow. Then I'll connect with the last winner."
'Searching for My Son for 25 Years', with shaking hands, he sang a quick tune number one with great excitement, and then connected to the microphone with a pious heart.
This is a middle-aged woman who looks to be around 50 years old. She has grey hair, a weathered face, and her eyes reveal a hint of fatigue and deep anticipation.
Before Huo Qinghuang could speak, the aunt burst into tears: "Anchor, I have been looking for my son for 25 years and there is no news at all. Please help me calculate where my son is? Is he still alive? Can I still find him?"
After watching for so long, the aunt has become convinced of Huo Qinghuang's abilities.
Or it could be said that twenty-five years of fruitless searching had left her with a glimmer of hope for any means that could help her find the person.
Even if there is only the slightest possibility, she is willing to try.
Then she talked about the scene when her son was lost.
Twenty-five years ago, when her son was two years old, the aunt took her son to find her husband who was working outside. As a result, when they were at the train station, she was distracted and the child disappeared.
The couple searched for several years but found no news of their son.
The husband could not bear the blow, and one day he jumped from the roof of a six-story building and died on the spot.
The aunt was left alone in this world, searching for her son's whereabouts.
She always felt that if she had not been so careless, her son would not have been lost and her husband would not have committed suicide.
It's all her fault.
Over the years, her heart was broken and guilt was like poison, gnawing at her soul every day and night.
[It’s been 25 years, and the chances of finding it are slim.]
[It depends on who made the move. As long as the anchor is here, there is hope of finding the person as long as he is still alive.]
[Hehe, the husband couldn't bear the blow and died, leaving the aunt alone to suffer in the world. Why is it that women are the ones who suffer? ]
【Therefore, maternal love is the greatest and most selfless feeling in the world. 】
After hearing this, the netizens couldn't help but start expressing their opinions.
Looking at the aunt's haggard face, Huo Qinghuang suddenly remembered the scene when she first met Mrs. Huo.
She lay quietly in bed, having slept for eighteen years. When she woke up for the first time, all she thought about was her.
At this moment, it would be a lie to say that Huo Qinghuang was not touched.
She was silent for a moment, then said, "Send me your son's birth date in a private message."
The aunt nodded quickly and sent the message with trembling fingers.
Huo Qinghuang took a look, then closed his eyes and counted lightly with his fingers.
At this moment, although there was no light behind her, a faint light was emanating from her body, as if a deity was in the world, shocking everyone.
There was silence in the live broadcast room. Everyone stared at the screen, not daring to make a sound.
After a moment, Huo Qinghuang opened his eyes and said in a calm but gentle tone: "Your son is still alive."
Hearing this, the aunt burst into tears and choked up: "Really? He's still alive? Then, where is he?"
Huo Qinghuang took a look at the aunt's face and suddenly smiled.
This smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, dispelling the tense and depressing atmosphere in the live broadcast room.
"In fact, your son has been with you for a long time and has even come to you, but you didn't believe him and thought he was a liar, so you refused to meet him."
She said with a smile, with some comfort and certainty.
"What?"
After hearing this, the old lady's eyes widened instantly, and she said in disbelief: "The anchor said, he said..."
Huo Qinghuang nodded: "Yes, that's the one who is still lying among your penguin friends."
So, what is a penguin?
I don't know if it's fun or not. I'll download it and try it out when I have time.
"How is it possible? The birthmark, the birthmark is wrong! How could it be him?"
The aunt was stunned. She was dazed for a while, then suddenly remembered what she said and quickly retorted.
She couldn't imagine, if things were really as the anchor said, how disappointed her son would be in the past few years?
Huo Qinghuang twitched her lips and said helplessly: "The scene of your husband's death gave you a great shock, so you got the location of the birthmark wrong.
Go, he is definitely your son."
The aunt was stunned for a long time before she suddenly burst into tears.
"Damn it! It's been five years, why can't I trust him just once and meet him?!"
"It's all my fault! It's all my fault! Son, it's all because of mom's stupidity and incompetence. Mom will come to find you right away!"
The old lady beat her chest and stamped her feet, crying out of breath.
Huo Qinghuang frowned slightly and gave a piece of advice for the first time: "Don't be too sad, this is fate. Meeting me today is the day when you and your son will have a good time. The future will be smooth and you will have no worries for the rest of your life."
The old lady's sobbing stopped immediately. She raised her head, looked at the screen with tearful eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Anchor, are you telling the truth? Will my son forgive me? Can we really be reunited?"
Huo Qinghuang smiled slightly, and said firmly: "Mother and son are connected by heart and blood. As long as you sincerely repent, he will definitely forgive you. What you need to do now is to calm down, contact him, and arrange a meeting."
The aunt nodded repeatedly, picked up her mobile phone in a hurry, opened QQ with trembling hands, and found the contact whom she had ignored for five years.
Her finger hovered over the screen for a long time before she finally mustered up the courage to send a message:
[Son, it's mom. I'm sorry. I was wrong. Can you forgive me? Let's meet, okay? ]
After sending the message, the aunt stared at the screen nervously, afraid of missing any reply.
The audience in the live broadcast room was also deeply moved by this scene, and the comments were rolling like a tide:
[Oh my god, this is so amazing, it’s right next to me, I almost missed it! ]
[The anchor is so amazing, he can even figure this out. The aunt must recognize her son properly! ]
[I will no longer think fortune-telling is superstitious, the anchor is a god! ]
A few minutes later, the aunt's cell phone vibrated. She looked down quickly and burst into tears instantly.
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