As for Zhou Qingwan, she felt a little strange.
But she didn't say much.
She had not forgotten why she came to Luocheng this time, and she did not want to cause trouble for Duan Dinglan and the others.
Apart from Zhou Qingwan's affairs, Duan Dinglan desperately hoped that she could get over her previous marriage.
But he was still worried about handing Zhou Qingwan over to someone he just met.
Duan Dinglan simply said hello to Lin Bing, hoping that she could take care of Zhou Qingwan, as she herself had more important things to do.
Lin Bing didn't think much about it and nodded in agreement.
Duan Dinglan was going to go to the address on the letter.
Perhaps because he was closer to Song Laoliu, Duan Dinglan, who had been able to keep calm at first, became more and more nervous.
At that time, the news that she wanted to commit suicide because of divorce caused a lot of controversy.
Many people in the village knew about it.
At that time, many people thought that Song Laoliu must have a woman outside, otherwise he would not have not returned to the village for so many years.
Duan Dinglan didn't believe it at first, but gradually he came to believe it.
She was afraid that she would see a situation she didn't want to see.
How great would it be if Song Laoliu really had his own reasons for not returning home?
These speculations cannot be made randomly.
Duan Dinglan shook his head and shook off these wild thoughts.
Just as she was about to leave, Song Rushuang rushed out of the door and hung directly on her legs.
"Xiao Qi, you stay here and help me take care of your godmother and aunt, okay?"
Song Rushuang shook her head in the transition section.
She seriously analyzed to Duan Dinglan why she refused.
"Mom, let's talk about godmother first. She came to Los Angeles to find godfather. And aunt, she is at an important time in her life right now."
After a pause, she spread out her hands in feigned worry.
"You don't want me to be a little light bulb among them, do you?"
She looks like a little adult.
He also analyzed things in a clear and logical way.
Duan Dinglan couldn't convince her, and since she really had no one to take care of her, she had to take care of the child herself.
The mother and daughter went there according to the address.
When we arrived at our destination, what caught our eyes was a stonemason factory.
Duan Dinglan looked at the people coming in and out, then muttered softly:
"It doesn't look like it's not popular."
If they really couldn't pay salaries five years ago, they should have gone bankrupt after five years, right?
Song Rushuang looked around for a while, then hopped on her short legs and stopped a man who was about to enter the factory.
"Hello, uncle, can I ask you a few questions?"
"Ah, little friend, what do you want to ask?"
He didn't want to answer, but a little "glutinous rice dumpling" stood obediently in front of him, looking at him with a pair of big watery eyes.
He really couldn't say a word of refusal.
Song Rushuang stretched out her hand and took the initiative to pull him in front of Duan Dinglan.
"Mom, this uncle is a worker in this factory. Let's ask him and we'll know everything."
The man looked at Duan Dinglan, then looked down at Song Rushuang.
He suddenly seemed to understand something.
"What's the matter? Are you here to look for someone?"
Duan Dinglan felt awkward for a moment, but then nodded.
Song Rushuang took the initiative to ask:
"Uncle, do you know someone named Song Laoliu?"
"Song Laoliu? What a coincidence, there is a guy named Song Laoliu in our class. I wonder if he is the one you are looking for."
After a pause, he looked at Duan Dinglan and her mother suspiciously.
"But who are you to him?"
Duan Dinglan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Song Rushuang.
"Uncle, don't get me wrong, he is actually my mother's brother and my uncle."
The man visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm telling you, the Song Laoliu I know has a child who's almost five years old. If you were his wife and child, that would be a real disaster."
Duan Dinglan's face suddenly turned pale:
"The Song Laoliu you know is the Song Laoliu from Baishui Village, Baishui Town?"
The man nodded quickly:
"Yes, yes, it really is the same person. We can be said to have a tacit understanding."
The truth often comes to light more quickly than Song Rushuang imagines.
Song Rushuang quickly and nervously looked at Duan Dinglan.
I saw her body shaking and her feet began to stagger.
Song Rushuang ran over with difficulty to support Duan Dinglan.
"Mom, are you okay?"
The man also looked at the mother and daughter in surprise.
Aren’t they brother and sister?
Why did she react so strongly when she heard that Song Laoliu was married?
After a while, the man's eyes suddenly looked into the distance.
He shouted quickly.
"Xu Jiao, your relatives are here!"
Duan Dinglan and Song Rushuang looked back and saw a charming woman in a leather skirt and with big wavy hair walking towards them.
The woman named Xu Jiao glanced at the mother and daughter and asked in confusion:
"relative?"
Duan Dinglan suddenly asked:
"You, you belong to Song Laoliu..."
young married woman.
These three words were so heavy that Duan Dinglan couldn't bring herself to say them.
Xu Jiao didn't care.
She simply finished what Duan Dinglan hadn't finished saying.
"That's right, Song Laoliu is indeed our dear. You just said that you are a relative of our Laoliu?"
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