When the woodcutter heard what he said, he knew she had misunderstood.
"You misunderstood. I think she might be my daughter."
Mother Mo frowned slightly, not quite believing it, but still said, "Tell me in detail. I'll make a decision after I hear what you say."
The woodcutter's eyes flushed as he explained to her, "Princess, you don't know that my wife and I have a daughter. Although our family is poor, we still cherish her like a treasure."
"I only have a daughter like this, and I wish I could hold her in my mouth and cherish her in my heart."
"But my daughter was only seven years old when she was kidnapped by that damned Peihuazi. She's been missing for nine years. I've been searching for her so hard these past few years."
Even in my dreams, I could hear my daughter crying out in sobs, "Daddy...Daddy, why don't you come to save me? I'm so scared."
"My wife died of depression within two years of our daughter going missing. I hated it. If I had been more capable, I might have found my daughter a long time ago."
"I don't mean to pester you, but this little girl looks so much like my late wife, as if they were carved from the same mold."
A burly man burst into tears, wiping his eyes fiercely with his patched sleeve. "I just want to ask if she still remembers her childhood. If she is really my daughter, I want to take her back and let my wife see her."
Mo's mother also has a child of her own. If she were to ask herself, if Mo Tingzhu had been missing for nine years and still not been found, she would probably have gone insane and would have treated everyone she met as her own child.
There's nothing wrong with the man's behavior, but it's still a little inappropriate.
"You said she is your daughter, do you have any evidence?" It would be good if you could produce evidence.
"My daughter was born to me. She had three small moles on her ankle, one large and two small, all black."
The woodcutter couldn't help but be excited. He had been searching for his daughter for nine years and had memorized her characteristics by heart.
He sold all his property, posted notices, and offered a large reward, but after being cheated many times, he became afraid.
If all his money was scammed out, he would have a hard time surviving, let alone finding his daughter.
There was no trace of my daughter in these bustling streets. Perhaps she had been abducted to the deep mountains and forests. If she had married one of those old bachelors, her life would have been ruined.
This is the only child he and his wife have, and he doesn't want anything to happen to the child.
During the days when he couldn't find it, I was worried and relieved.
People always hold on to a glimmer of hope, so he thought, maybe that good little girl was being raised by a wealthy family somewhere and was living a good life.
But he was also afraid that she was not living a good life. She had grown older over the years. When she was young, she was a beauty like his mother. She would surely be even more outstanding when she grew up.
By then, how many people around her will still be kind to her?
He didn't dare to think and couldn't think, he could only search desperately without stopping for a moment. Once he stopped, he could see his wife's tearful eyes and hear his daughter's shrill cries.
Now, seeing a girl who looks so much like his deceased wife, how could he not be excited?
"Come, take this little girl down and have a look. If she is not as you said, then it proves that she is not your daughter."
The woodcutter thanked him profusely: "Thank you very much, thank you very much."
Then, he said cautiously, "Princess, the young prince said before that if I save him, he would grant me a wish. I want to ask you, if you are truly sure that this little girl is my daughter, can you let me take her back? I will return the amount of money she signed as a selling contract."
Seeing him like this, Mo's mother couldn't help but feel a little pity in her heart.
After all, he is a poor man. He is the only one left in such a big house. Every day when he returns home, he faces an empty house without even a single person in sight.
It's good to have some thoughts. If the girl is really not his daughter, she will be a bad person and refuse to take her back.
Fortunately, perhaps it was a special fate from God, her personal maid told her that everything was exactly as the woodcutter said, and the girl did have a small mole on her ankle.
Lu'er was sold into the palace when she was young. She was too young at that time, had a fever, and had incomplete memory. She thought she was abandoned by her parents.
Whenever she saw other people's parents coming to visit, she felt extremely envious because her parents didn't love her.
But now, she knew that she was abducted by a beggar, and her parents loved her very much and treated her like a treasure.
At this moment, when she saw the man just now, she no longer felt fear, but instead felt an indescribable intimacy.
She was frightened when this person stopped her just now. Although this person looked honest and didn't look like a bad guy, he seemed very excited to be able to hold her wrist.
She thought he was a bad guy.
Unexpectedly, it was his own biological father.
She didn't care about anything else and threw herself into the man's arms: "Dad, Lu'er misses you so much. Lu'er thought that she didn't have a father or a mother..."
The man was at a loss. He wanted to pat her on the back, but he was afraid that his hands would get dirty and soil his daughter's good clothes. So he wiped his hands vigorously on his side, then clenched his fist and gently patted her back.
"Pearl, don't cry, Daddy is here."
When Lu'er heard this, her tears fell even harder.
It turns out that she is not Lu'er, she is a pearl, the apple of her parents' eyes, not a green weed.
"Dad, I thought, I thought I was sold here by my parents. I have no memory of the past. I don't know..."
Tears fell from her beautiful almond-shaped eyes and slid down her cheeks like beads that had broken off the string, so pitiful.
Looking at the pair of eyes that resembled his lover, the woodcutter felt a dull pain in his heart, as if he saw his lover crying in front of him.
Bingyu, did you see it?
I finally found my daughter.
She is well taken care of now and is as beautiful as you were before. Whenever I see her, I think of you in the past.
I still don't know why you were so foolish as to elope with me and bear my child.
But why are you so cruel? Why don’t you wait a little longer? If you wait a little longer, you can also see our daughter.
Bingyu, I can now comfort your soul in heaven.
I will take good care of my daughter. I will let her marry whoever she wants and will never stop her. As long as she is happy and healthy, that's all that matters.
Bingyu, I will come to find you when my daughter gets married.
We will never be apart again.
Tears streamed down the woodcutter's face.
There is a saying that goes, men don't shed tears easily, but only when they are heartbroken.
His wife and children are his sorrow.
Over the years, the only motivation that kept him going was to find his daughter, visit his wife's grave and let her rest in peace.
She had never enjoyed any happiness in her life with him, and had suffered a lot. He had treated her so badly. If there was an afterlife, he only wished to be a slave to compensate her.
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