Song Kangli couldn't help rubbing his eyes, looking at the photo in front of him who looked surprisingly similar to him, and looked at his grandson with trembling hands.
"You, you, you... who is this?"
As he spoke, even his voice was trembling, his whole body was shaking so much that he didn't know what to do, even his fingers were shaking so badly, it was too similar, really too similar.
"Grandpa, this is Meng Nanxi. She seems to be a very popular actress recently. She used to be criticized, but now it seems that not so many people are criticizing her. Has she been cleared of her name?"
Song Chengcheng glanced at the place where Song Kangli's finger was pointing and spoke slowly.
"Meng Nanxi?"
Hearing these three words, it turned out that his surname was Meng?
Song Kangli seemed to be thinking back to the past. She seemed to have left the Song family for a man named Meng. She probably had children and grandchildren by now. She wondered if she regretted it.
How can the surname be Meng?
Song Kangli sighed heavily. How could he see a similar face, and the surname was "Meng"?
"This person seems to be quite lucky. Now there are rumors of an affair with the movie star Lu Xingyan. I'm afraid he will become more famous in the future. Now there is also Jason's drama. I think soaring to fame is nothing."
Song Chengcheng flipped through the information about Meng Nanxi, which also included some of Meng Nanxi's previous performances or some new videos or photos.
After looking at it for a long time, Song Chengcheng suddenly felt that the star in front of him seemed pretty good?
"Look at you, you're always checking your phone. Now you've only just come to me and chatted for a few minutes, and now you're checking your phone again. What's going on? Do you really like checking your phone that much?"
Song Kangli looked at Song Chengcheng unhappily, his heart full of resentment.
I have lived in such a big house for so many years, but there is no one I can talk to in confidence.
It was so hard for his grandson to come and see him, but now he was holding a mobile phone. Song Kangli felt that his whole life had become much more boring.
Song Chengcheng: “…”
"Grandpa, what do you mean I'm holding the phone? Didn't you ask me to look at this person? Why is it my problem now?"
Song Chengcheng almost wanted to roll her eyes.
What on earth was my grandfather thinking? Wasn't he the one who started this thing?
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Song Chengcheng immediately put down his phone, turned and went to the living room outside, where he happened to see a photo frame next to the TV, on which were photos of his grandparents.
The photos from that era are not very clear, but some outlines can be vaguely seen.
Although I have seen this photo millions of times, but after seeing Meng Nanxi's photo just now, when I look at this photo again, why do I suddenly feel that they are so similar?
Song Chengcheng frowned, took out his mobile phone from his pocket again, clicked on the hot search on Weibo again, found Meng Nanxi's Weibo, and after seeing some photos of Meng Nanxi, he suddenly had a bold idea.
The Song family has been looking for someone. Although the family members never say it openly, Song Chengcheng knows that they ask others to look for him every year. Even though they don't find him every year, they still do the same.
I firmly believe that as long as I can find that person, no matter how much manpower and material resources it takes, it will be fine.
So, could it be Meng Nanxi?
Song Chengcheng was frightened by her own thought, but subconsciously felt that this was possible.
"What are you doing, little brat? What are you doing with my photo?"
Song Kangli walked over anxiously and grabbed the photo frame. After taking it, he was particularly gentle and wiped it carefully, as if the photo frame in front of him was the thing he loved most.
"Oh, Grandpa, look at this Meng Nanxi. Doesn't she really look like Grandma? Do you think she's the one you've been looking for every year?"
When Song Chengcheng told his grandfather about his idea, he got a big slap on the forehead.
"Ouch, Grandpa, don't hit me, you're going to smash my head."
Song Chengcheng subconsciously protected his head, but in his heart he was very resentful of his grandfather's methods.
Where can you find a grandfather like this, who abuses him from time to time? Aren't they said that grandfathers love their grandchildren very much? Why is his grandfather like this in his family?
Song Chengcheng didn't understand at all, but he didn't need to understand, because his grandfather had already given him a good scolding by slapping him on the head for a few words.
In the end, he was able to escape slowly with the help of his father.
Song's father took Song Chengcheng away directly, and before leaving, he did not forget to apologize to Song Kangli. He had just started to scold Song Chengcheng along the way.
"Why are you making Grandpa angry again? Don't you know that Grandpa is very lonely now? And you even touched his favorite photo frame. Are you asking for a beating?"
Mr. Song had a completely helpless look on his face. He drove while talking and did not forget to look back at his son.
There was nothing they could do about this matter. Song Kangli was completely adamant and didn't want to leave the old house, but he also longed to find family affection. Under such circumstances, his temperament became more and more weird.
"No way, Dad, why do you always criticize me without knowing the truth? It's obviously me who thinks there's something wrong. I've been looking for so many years, but you never told me what you were looking for. Are you looking for someone who looks like grandma? I found her."
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