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An elderly man sat upright in a courtyard house in Beijing, holding his reading glasses and looking at today's evening paper.
As she was reading, she put down the newspaper, turned to a middle-aged man, and said, "Jianxiong, bring me the magnifying glass from the drawer."
The middle-aged man's name is Takeo Kawashima. He works for a Japanese company's office in Beijing, where he is engaged in trade. Today, he is resting at home with his mother.
"Mom, I'm coming."
Kawashima Kenjiro responded, put down what he was doing, and quickly handed the magnifying glass to the old woman, asking with a smile, "Mom, what do you want to see? Or should I read it to you?"
"I can see it myself."
The old man took the magnifying glass and looked at a photograph from left to right. After a while, he put the magnifying glass down and his eyes became warm.
She wiped her eyes and said to herself, "So alike, so very alike, no doubt, it must be her, my daughter Kawashima Eiko."
When Kawashima Kenjiro heard the name Kawashima Kako, he was taken aback: "Mom, what are you talking about?"
"Jianxiong, Mom feels like she's found my daughter."
As the old man spoke, he wiped his eyes again, picked up the magnifying glass, and carefully examined Qiu Shui's photo.
Kawashima Kenjiro glanced at Qiushui in the newspaper, then looked at the related content, and laughed, "Mom, she's a writer, a young person, how could she be your daughter?"
Over the years, the mother had been searching for her missing daughter, and she seemed to have become obsessed with it. Sometimes when she was walking down the street, she would go up to middle-aged women and stare at them. So, Kawashima Kenjiro didn't take his mother's behavior seriously, because the doctor had diagnosed her with paranoia and amnesia.
"It's my daughter, it must be my daughter, Eiko Kawashima."
The old man stroked Qiu Shui's photo with his fingers, as if he were stroking his own daughter. With each stroke, his fingers trembled, and tears streamed down his face.
Seeing his mother crying, Kawashima Kenjiro tore off a tissue and wiped her tears, then smiled and said, "Mom, why are you still crying? All these years have passed, my sister must have a double name by now."
The old woman looked up at her son, then suddenly remembered something, picked up the newspaper in her hand and said, "Son, come on, take your mother to the newspaper office."
"Mom, why are you going to the newspaper office?"
"Go find my daughter; this time it won't be wrong."
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