She was speechless at first, but then she listened to the gossip with great interest.
Her face was filled with regret when the school bell rang, and she hadn't heard enough.
"And then what? Did you figure out that kid doesn't look like his biological father, but like Mr. Wang next door?"
She really wanted to know the final result. Did the two families fight?
How could she get stuck here? This was just to keep her in suspense.
The old lady had given up the desire to continue talking. She came to pick up her grandson, not to tell gossip. What else could she talk about after her grandson got home from school?
He stretched his head and looked towards the school gate, afraid of missing his grandson.
"Next time, next time, I know a lot more. I'll tell you when I have the chance."
After saying that, the old lady waved to the front, probably because she was waiting for her grandson.
At this time, Manman had already brought Zhizhi over.
"Mom, are you here to pick us up from school? Manman is very happy. He has never had the experience of being picked up from school by his parents before."
But obviously, he didn't see the man standing next to his mother, who was his father.
The two had already discussed it on the way. After picking up the children, Gu Qingbei would stand there silently to see if any of the children would recognize him.
But it was obvious that neither Manman nor Zhizhi had any of that, they were just hugging Jiang Mengxue's thighs and acting coquettishly.
"Where are your two younger brothers? Aren't you in the same class? Why didn't you come out together?"
Jiang Mengxue looked around the two of them but didn't see the other two children.
Manman turned around and looked among the crowd: "They are with Dazhuang, they should be here soon."
Jiang Mengxue didn't know Dazhuang, but she heard them mention him yesterday. He lived not far from their house, and the children would go home together after school every day.
After school, many of them would go to the junior high school entrance to wait for Mobao and Ruirui, and Dazhuang would usually wait with them.
Seeing that the two had not arrived yet, Jiang Mengxue glanced at the man next to her.
I also feel a little sad inside. In the blink of an eye, several years have passed and the children's memories of their father have become vague.
Childhood experiences are gradually forgotten as they grow up, and when their memories are most vivid, their parents are not around.
Even though they send each other photos every year, they are afraid of forgetting each other's appearance.
But how can a photo be as impressive as the real person?
"Do you recognize the person next to Mom? Do you know who he is?"
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