"Who are you to my mother?" Song Qingdai stared at them warily.
The photo in the newspaper was so blurred that it could not be restored.
Even after so many years, Song Qingdai almost forgot what she looked like, but she could recognize her as long as there was the slightest trace.
"You...you are her child? You are indeed her child!"
"Old Cai is right. How could there be such similar people in this world?"
Jiang He was crying and laughing at the same time.
The son of an old friend is right in front of her, but she has already died.
She even changed her name. No wonder they couldn't find Cai Xuehua for all these years.
Perhaps it was because the time was too turbulent, and they had just arrived in this era, and they were ignorant of the immensity of the world and became famous.
Maybe she changed her name because she was afraid of being found by the enemy.
But it shouldn't be...
Their newspapers are available all over the country, how could she not see them?
As long as she sees the newspaper, she will definitely contact them.
When she disappeared, she had the communicator and the key with her.
So what happened back then that made her choose to act crazy, change her name, hide and refuse to contact them?
After calming down, Jiang He wiped away his tears and asked, "What else did your mother leave for you?"
Song Qingdai looked at him deeply, as if she suddenly understood a lot of things.
She asked Jiang He: "Then who is Cai Weihua to my mother?"
"He...he is Xuehua's brother, his biological brother."
Song Qingdai's body trembled.
A hot tear fell.
It turns out that my mother still has relatives in this world.
She thought it was gone long ago.
Or maybe she was abandoned by her relatives and was unwanted, so she fled and ended up here.
"These... are all the things my mother left behind."
"I can't understand what's written in this diary. Most of it is written when she was not in a clear mind. When she was in a clear mind, it was written that she wanted to go back."
Cai Weihua is here too.
He and Jiang He went to Song Qingdai's home.
Song Qingdai took out all the things in the box. She organized them very well and wiped everything clean.
The diary is filled with words like 'go back, go back, go back...'
The handwriting is densely packed, sometimes it is sloppy and messy, and sometimes it is very beautiful.
"She...is crazy?"
Cai Weihua stroked the sun in disbelief
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