Xie Wanlian choked up and said, "It's not your aunt. Your aunt has never been married. What's the point of me telling you?"
"Wait a minute, let me ask. I'm not sure about this either."
Lin Can was very panicked, his hands were shaking as he held the phone, because this matter was too bizarre. He walked into the yard and called Lin Miaomiao.
Beep, beep, beep...
The call is connected.
"Xiaocan, why are you calling? Do you miss your aunt?" Lin Miaomiao's joking voice came from the phone.
"I ask you, was your sister's daughter lost in the winter?"
"Yeah, why are you asking that?"
Lin Can swallowed hard and continued, "Did you buy a milk bottle for your sister's daughter with the words 'Lin Miaomiao' written on it?"
"Let me think...it seems so. Because it was in a maternity and baby store, I was afraid of getting mixed up, so I wrote the name. How did you know?"
"Your sister's daughter has been found."
"What's the meaning?"
"That college classmate Xie Wanlian I told you about was picked up by an old lady and raised. When she was found, she had a swaddling cloth and a bottle with Lin Miaomiao's name on it."
"real?"
"It's bizarre, but it's true. Now is not the time to talk about this. Come to Heilongjiang Province as soon as possible. Her grandmother is dying. I'll send you the address."
After saying that, Lin Can hung up the phone and sent the address to Lin Miaomiao.
…
Lin Can told Grandma Xie what happened. It was very strange, but it ended well in the end.
“Cough cough cough…”
Grandma Xie was coughing violently. She was taking her last breath and could hardly bear it any longer.
If we never meet in this life, we will be as far apart as the sun and the moon.
He leaned on his granddaughter's shoulder, said nothing, and held back his last breath, looking at the door expectantly.
Time slips away.
The sunset replaced the bright sun, and the starry sky replaced the day.
She's dying.
She is waiting for someone.
A man who has waited for twenty years.
Drip-drip-drip-drip
A light rain began, which soon turned into a downpour.
Lin Can was making a phone call next to him, but the call couldn't be connected for the time being. What kind of iPhone is Lin Miaomiao's? The signal is so bad. Wouldn't it be better to buy an iPhone that's way ahead?
It was a rainy night, and it was drizzling.
Grandma Xie lay in Xie Wanlian's arms, her breathing becoming weaker and weaker.
Grandma Xie: "Wanlian, what time is it?"
Xie Wanlian choked up and said, "It's eleven o'clock in the evening. Grandma, let me feed you something. You haven't eaten all day."
"I'm not eating anymore. Sigh~ Wanlian, take care of yourself. Grandma can't go on with you."
Grandma Xie sighed deeply, her body could no longer bear it. She wanted to wait until that person came before leaving this world, but she really couldn't bear it anymore. Endless regret was written on her face, and she closed her eyes in despair. After all, God would never give her any luck.
"Here I come—" At this time, Uncle Niu pushed open the gate and ran in holding an umbrella.
At this moment, everyone also looked over.
…
Drip-drip-drip-drip
The rain came down hard, trampling the ground in the mud; it was a dilapidated place.
A woman with a nice figure wearing a cheongsam walked into the alley, her high heels trampling in the mud. She walked alone without an umbrella.
She looked ahead at the rain curtain and saw a white-haired old man lying in the arms of a young girl in the house.
Lin Can picked up the umbrella, walked over and held it over Lin Miaomiao's head.
In the house.
Grandma Xie opened her eyes in confusion, and her vision gradually became clear from the vast whiteness. God had opened his eyes.
Expectant eyes looked through the rain curtain at the courtyard gate in the rainy night.
"Lin Miaomiao, I finally waited for you. I raised Wanlian for you."
He slowly raised his hand and stretched it out into the rainy night to greet Lin Miaomiao.
"What is my granddaughter Xie Wanlian's real name?"
"Wang Chuxia."
"Chuxia, what a good name, what a good name."
Grandma Xie raised her head and looked at Xie Wanlian. She saw her granddaughter's face clearly and remembered it.
The dream came true.
The hand slipped.
She finally waited for that person to appear.
…
"grandmother--"
Xie Wanlian roared and hugged Grandma Xie tightly.
In the yard on a rainy night, Lin Miaomiao, wearing a cheongsam, knelt on her knees in the mud and kowtowed three times.
Ended.
Origin. (End of this chapter)
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